Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 183 Trust
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. His extremely low and gentle voice exploded in her ears like fireworks, leaving Wei Qingsong completely stunned. It took her a long time to react.

She looked up in disbelief, her eyes meeting Lu Jingming's calm and unwavering gaze.

In those beautiful, dark eyes, there was no doubt as she had imagined, no anger at being deceived, and no usual indifference or aloofness; only heartache and boundless tenderness.

It seems that everything is going against expectations.

The timing of confessing her past, Lu Jingming's reaction, her state of mind... all of these things, she had rehearsed countless times in her mind over the past six years.

There was a time when, in the dead of night, she would be terrified by Lu Jingming's gloomy and unfamiliar expression and his resentful and angry questioning in her dreams.

She never expected that Lu Jingming would react so calmly and accept everything about her so readily.

Her previously disordered breathing instantly became smooth, and the tension and anxiety in her heart vanished.

Wei Qingsong finally regained her composure, but her voice still trembled: "I've never mentioned these things about the past to you. Don't you blame me?"

Lu Jingming could only smile bitterly: "I only blame myself for not being there for you when you were so helpless."

This file is not detailed; it only records the charges against Wei Qingsong that led to his imprisonment, while the specific details of the case are obscured.

But he had also heard of Satan prison, where notorious criminals from around the world were held.

He didn't know what Wei Qingsong had gone through to be considered a heinous criminal, but he was absolutely certain that Wei Qingsong was incapable of killing anyone.

Lost in thought, Lu Jingming suddenly recalled his cold attitude towards Wei Qingsong after their reunion, and how he had repeatedly spoken harshly to her.

And all of that stemmed from his ridiculous pride and his self-righteous probing.

He never considered that his cold words might hurt Wei Qingsong.

Thinking of this, Lu Jingming's eyes dimmed a little: "I blame myself even more. After you finally came back to my side, I not only didn't care about your past, but I also repeatedly said hurtful things to you."

At that time, the resentment that had been building up in my heart for so long erupted like a volcano, impossible to suppress.

Although he had long suspected that Wei Qingsong's departure might have been due to some unfortunate reason, he still couldn't help but vent his anger on her, completely disregarding whether she would feel wronged.

At that time, he still felt a sense of satisfaction from the revenge, but now that he knows the suffering she had endured, all that remains in his heart is endless regret.

She looked so haggard and thin in the photo; one can only imagine the torment she had endured.

She used to be such a delicate little girl, she would cry at the slightest bump, and she would pout and act coquettish if she was a little cold or hot. How could she fall asleep in that cold prison?

And her brown eyes, which should have had the brilliance of jewels and always carried the innocent charm of spoiled children, had lost their light in the photo.

He dared not think about it anymore; the moment he did, his heart ached uncontrollably.

He had wondered countless times why Wei Qingsong would leave.

He wondered if she and her family had encountered some sudden misfortune that forced them to leave their hometown.

But in the end, he gave up on the idea.

He would rather Wei Qingsong simply leave without saying goodbye because she no longer loved him than wish Wei Qingsong to suffer even the slightest bit.

Even if Wei Qingsong no longer belongs to him, as long as she can live a happy life as before in places where he can't see her, what's wrong with that?
Now, her past has been partially revealed, but things have ultimately turned out contrary to her wishes.

Lu Jingming's breathing trembled slightly, but Wei Qingsong simply shook his head gently, remained silent, and slowly collected all the documents scattered on the table into a leather bag and carefully sealed it away.

Her eyelids were slightly lowered, and her long, thick eyelashes cast a hazy shadow under her eyes.

After a moment of silence, she asked in a hoarse voice, "You've seen the photos too. Aren't you afraid that I really have someone's life on my hands?"

“You won’t.” Lu Jingming answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Wei Qingsong was stunned again, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.

Lu Jingming actually believed her without reservation.

When she woke up in a pool of blood in the back alley of Nanxun Street, she herself was deeply doubting herself and almost went insane, but Lu Jingming did not hesitate to believe her.

But can she live up to this trust?

From beginning to end, she was thinking about how to hide it from Lu Jingming. However, all her thoughts paled in comparison to Lu Jingming's openness and trust.

The intense guilt made her feel utterly ashamed.

"I'm sorry, my case involves a major international case. After my teacher brought me out of prison years ago, I became a witness for the prosecution and signed a confidentiality agreement with the FBI. I don't know how to tell you this, or even if I should tell you this at all..."

Her unease was noticed by Lu Jingming, which only made his heart ache even more.

He was worried that Wei Qingsong would sink deeper into self-blame, so he immediately interrupted her and said, "You don't need to apologize to me. It's really okay. I don't need to know everything. Since you have your concerns, just do what you want. At least in front of me, you never have to be careful. I don't want you to be in a difficult position."

Seeing that she was still pursing her lips, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated, Lu Jingming deliberately joked, "Besides, I'm a patient right now. Just hearing about Satan Prison terrifies me. You can imagine how shocking the secret you're carrying must be. Given my current condition, it's best if I don't listen."

"The wound was just stitched up and hasn't healed yet." As he spoke, Lu Jingming raised his chin and pointed to the wound, smiling calmly. "Don't let it burst open again after I hear your secret."

Although he appeared calm and indifferent, he felt bitter inside, not for any other reason than his heartache for his beloved Songsong.

Often, the person who bears the secret alone is the one who suffers the most.

But he couldn't take any of the burden off her.

Wei Qingsong knew perfectly well that Lu Jingming was trying to help her out of a predicament. Such a cold and self-possessed person had never played a playful or comical role before.

Not wanting the somber atmosphere to linger, she composed herself and whispered a promise: "Things are too complicated, and it will take a long time to sort them out from beginning to end. Now is definitely not a good time. Soon, everything will be over, and I will tell you everything."

She wasn't making excuses; the old case on Nanxun Street was complicated, and it was also involved with an organization called Evil Fruit.

To trace everything back to its source, we must go back to her relationship with the Yan family of Bailiwan, as well as the secrets of the Yan family's crimes. The various aspects involved probably also involve the grudges of the previous generation, making it a truly complicated matter.

She was initially very concerned about her background, but with the help of her adoptive parents and teachers, she gradually accepted certain facts.

She cannot choose whose genes she has or who gave birth to her, but she can decide what kind of person she becomes and what path she takes.

In fact, many things were already destined the moment she was sent away at birth.

Aside from blood ties, she and Yan Jiqian had no familial affection whatsoever.

(End of this chapter)