Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 397 Zhan Mengyan's Warm Embrace

Dong Hanmei's crystal tears slid down her tender cheeks, and every drop told of the unknown pain.

"Zhan Mengyan, I... I can't go back. I can't go back to my original self, because my youth has been wiped with a scar that can never be healed, and my heart is like being cut by a sharp blade, leaving scars that are difficult to erase. My life will always be shrouded in shadows. There will only be black and white in life, and no other colors. The happiness and confidence I once had were completely deprived at that moment. What I will face will be the pain I will never forget in my life. I am afraid of crowds and crowds. I don't want to go to school anymore. I just hope I can hide in a small world, no longer facing my classmates, no longer facing my teachers, and facing the outside world. I feel like a trapped bird, unable to fly, unable to be free..."

As Dong Hanmei spoke, her face turned pale, her eyes widened, her lips trembled, but she could not make a sound. She cried and could not speak, but just slapped her face hard with her hands, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her tears told of the pain in her heart.

Zhan Mengyan held Dong Hanmei in her arms and comforted her softly.

After a while, Dong Hanmei murmured to herself in a trembling voice: "Why is this happening?" Memories kept flashing in her mind, making her feel miserable. Every memory pierced her heart like a sharp blade, making her unable to let go.

"Dong Hanmei, don't think about it anymore, don't think about that anymore!"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she shook Dong Hanmei's shoulders, trying to pull her out of the abyss of painful memories.

"What should I do? How can I forget that? ... Wuwu..."

Dong Hanmei seemed to be talking to herself, as if trying to extricate herself from the painful memories, and sobbed in Zhan Mengyan's arms.

Zhan Mengyan hugged Dong Hanmei, stopped talking, and let her cry.

Night fell. Neither Dong Hanmei nor Zhan Mengyan turned on the lights. In the corner of the cabin, the moonlight shone through the half-closed curtains, casting mottled shadows.

Zhan Mengyan hugged Dong Hanmei gently, as if she was trying her best to protect a piece of fragility and pain.

Dong Hanmei's shoulders trembled slightly from time to time. It was because the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally found a warm harbor and were released.

Zhan Mengyan wrapped her arms tightly around Dong Hanmei's back, her fingers gently running through her short hair, giving her silent comfort.

This hug is both gentle and powerful, as if silently saying: "Be strong, don't be afraid, I am here with you to face it together, you are no longer alone."

Dong Hanmei buried her face deeply in Zhan Mengyan's arms, tears silently sliding down her face, soaking her pajamas. These tears contained grievances and terror, as well as the release and catharsis of finally being understood.

The world in the cabin seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only the heartbeats and breathing of Zhan Mengyan and Dong Hanmei intertwined with each other, forming an unspeakable tacit understanding and resonance.

Zhan Mengyan gently patted Dong Hanmei's back, and every touch seemed to convey courage and warmth. It was as if she was telling Dong Hanmei: Cry as much as you can, vent and release your emotions, and I hope it will heal the pain in your heart.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Dong Hanmei’s crying gradually subsided, leaving only occasional sobs.

With Zhan Mengyan's company, Dong Hanmei seemed to feel an unprecedented sense of security, as if all the haze was dispelled by this warm embrace.

Dong Hanmei finally raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, but there was a glimmer of courage and hope in her eyes...