Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 392: Little Vixen, I Miss You

Died in the line of duty... died in the line of duty... died in the line of duty...

Like a demonic whisper, it pierced her eardrums and heart.

The scorching sun overhead covered her, and the intense light shot into her eyes, burning painfully.

But Song Yi couldn’t feel any warmth; her blood froze in just a few seconds.

She couldn’t even make any expression; even the movement of her lips became extremely stiff.

"Heh..." Song Yi pulled at the corners of her mouth, forcing a rigid smile: "Are you... joking?"

The woman’s bitter and stiff smile tried to cover up the news.

She didn’t even realize that her voice was hoarse and ethereal.

If it weren’t quiet here, the guard couldn’t have heard what she said.

Song Yi’s mind was full of him dying in the line of duty, her head felt dizzy instantly, her whole body weak, swaying unsteadily.

——"Being with him, you must be prepared for him getting hurt and not telling you."

——"Sister Yi, let me say something unpleasant, doing his line of work, sitting at home, you might receive news of his sacrifice one day."

——"They won’t notify the family when they go on missions, and if he sacrifices himself during a mission, you’ll only receive a letter of his will."

——"This will may not even reach you, it will be sent to his family, because you’re just his girlfriend now."

Fu Jingsheng’s words from that day, now cold and without warmth, drilled into her mind again... Back then she thought this day would never come.

Even if it did, she should have been his wife by then.

But...

Now, now she’s not even his girlfriend, she had to ask to find out, died in the line of duty.

So, he and her, an illusion after all, just strangers? Even his sacrifice, she was the last to know.

If she hadn’t come, maybe no one would have ever passed this news to her in this lifetime.

The guard saw her leaning against the wall, her face pale, her voice weak, the sun making her skin even paler.

"Are you alright?" He walked over to support Song Yi.

Each breath Song Yi took felt like every inch of her skin was aching.

She looked up, her eyes red: "Where... is the body?"

"Fire, burned completely, couldn’t recognize, in the end, DNA was used, because of the fire, someone even escaped, currently wanted."

Song Yi lowered her eyelashes.

Suppressing the overwhelming tears.

She didn’t believe it, she couldn’t believe it, she wouldn’t believe it!

Initially, the parking lot fire was so fierce yet he was fine, how could this fire have an accident.

She brushed past the guard and walked inside quickly, her expression cold and frightening, how could he die in the line of duty, it’s impossible, he was so capable, he would surely...

"Miss! You can’t just barge in! This is a police station, hey..."

The guard couldn’t stop Song Yi at all, the commotion alarmed the people inside the station.

Ningxia Chuan heard the noise and furrowed his brows as he came out, just about to ask what was going on.

He saw Song Yi, he was stunned for a moment, instinctively spoke: "Sister-in-law."

Song Yi’s eyes were crimson: "Where is Tang Si?"

Ningxia Chuan’s Adam’s apple rolled, at this moment he only felt his throat was a bit dry, thousands of words stuck in his chest unable to speak.

In the end, Ningxia Chuan averted his gaze, not looking at Song Yi.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart: "Already, sacrificed."

"I handled it, the body was cremated."

Song Yi abruptly pushed Ningxia Chuan: "Why didn’t you tell me!?"

Ningxia Chuan let her push him.

His Adam’s apple rolled, could only utter three words: "I’m sorry."

"What good is your sorry to me..."

For that instant, Song Yi felt her world collapse.

If she had any hope just now, at the moment she saw Ningxia Chuan, at the moment he personally told her the truth, she suddenly felt she was standing on a drifting water plant, about to be smashed to pieces.

Ningxia Chuan was his recent colleague, brother, subordinate...

"No."

Song Yi shook her head, looked up, her eyes were more haggard than ever, as if floating in the middle of a vast sea, the seawater soaking her body, seeking to find a lifeboat.

As if seeking a trace of life in a dry endless desert.

Her throat was dry and astringent, she swallowed, slightly moistening her throat, allowing her to hoarsely and arduously speak: "The ashes? Certificate? Who signed it?"

Ningxia Chuan stayed silent, but eventually, he gave everything to Song Yi.

"Sister-in-law, you..."

Ningxia Chuan looked at Song Yi, not knowing what to say.

In the end, he just uttered two words: "My condolences..."

That day, Song Yi held the urn, sitting on the ground for a long, long time...

Until the sky darkened, the cold wind rising abruptly.

It was already midnight, twelve o’clock.

"Creaaaak—" with a sound, the door was pushed open.

The lights were also turned on, in front of Tang Si’s desk, she was sitting holding the urn, her gaze as vacant as a lifeless doll,

The person who came in took the urn from her hands.

She emptily raised her eyes, staring dully at the person in front of her.

Ningxia Chuan looked at Song Yi, explained: "It’s getting bright, he should be buried."

He licked his lips, afraid to agitate Song Yi’s emotions, he asked in a particularly, particularly soft tone: "Do you want to... go with him on his last journey?"

Song Yi said nothing.

Ningxia Chuan knew she wouldn’t go.

But standing and looking at her, he didn’t speak, remaining silent.

After death, burial is the final journey, representing acknowledging his departure from this world.

If she doesn’t go, he’ll always be alive.

Ningxia Chuan: "Let me take you home."

...

Ningxia Chuan looked at Song Yi’s state, thought for a moment, prepared to notify her family, only to find her family was abroad on business, unreachable.

In the end, he could only decide to have officers watch over her house.

Song Yi didn’t sleep the whole night; it seemed as though she had died too.

Her soul drained away, a walking corpse, her mind not daring to think of any bit of Tang Si from the past.

She sat on the sofa, lonely and cold.

But the more she tried not to think about it, the more those images and sounds pressed into her mind, squeezing in, like surging endless seawater engulfing her.

——"Coaxed as well, now be obedient and cooperate, Brother Police will keep you safe, do you understand, Song Yi? Hmm?"

——"Song Yi, just called you, and you’re blushing?"

——"Song Yi, do you think brother’s lips are attractive?" That voice carried a mesmerizing laziness, very soft, the intonation slightly rising: "Want to kiss?"

——"A kiss, you look prettier."

——"Little fairy, brother misses you."

——"Hmm, it’s excited because it has welcomed a resident like a little sun, a long-term resident."

——"Being my girlfriend, so unfortunate."

——"Don’t like me either."

Song Yi hugged herself, tightening inch by inch, her whole body shivering and cold.

It’s so painful to love you, Tang Si.

Her fingertips tightly clutched her arm, pinching red marks, emotions finally bursting, tears continuously falling, heart aching, suffocating, crying, unable to breathe.

If she had known, if she had known loving you was this painful... I would have... not loved you.

In the lonely, cold living room, at this moment only a woman’s sobbing mixed with pain, despair, and all kinds of indescribable emotions could be heard.

——"Good girl, baby."

——"Good girl, don’t cry anymore..."