The time of the city

Chapter 183 Accusation

The night was as dark as ink, and the city was wrapped in thick darkness. Ni Jiamu raised his hand and pushed open the door. In an instant, the aroma of food wrapped in warm steam hit his face.

Wang Ma paused in her busy kitchen and turned happily. "Jiamu, you're finally home early. You've lost weight lately. Don't work too hard. Your health is more important." She looked past Ni Jiamu and landed on the man behind him. She recognized him as the psychiatrist who had come to see Mo Yu last time. She said warmly and familiarly, "Hello, doctor. Can you come and check up on Xiaoyu?"

Doctor Su nodded politely, with the corners of his mouth raised to the perfect angle, and responded gently: "Hello, Aunt Wang, I'm here to see how Xiaoyu is doing." His voice was low and magnetic. After that, he walked into the house with Ni Jiamu.

In the living room, the warm yellow light cast a soft, gauze-like light on the carpet. Mo Yu was sitting on the carpet, playing with building blocks. The noise at the door made her pause, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the blocks.

She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the two people out of the corner of her eye, and annoyance instantly surged in her heart.

Holding a plate of tempting red-braised pork, Aunt Wang asked in a hoarse voice, "Doctor, Jiamu, have you had dinner yet? Let's eat together!"

Ni Jiamu hung up his coat, took a few steps forward, and said in a clear voice: "I haven't eaten yet, let's eat together."

Aunt Wang smiled so much that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened. She replied, "Okay," and turned back to work. The steam rising from the pot blurred her figure.

Ni Jiamu and Dr. Su sat down on the sofa. Seeing this, Mo Yu picked up the building blocks without hesitation and prepared to leave.

Ni Jiamu was quick to act and grabbed her wrist with gentle force. His voice was so gentle that water could drip out of it: "Xiaoyu, did I disturb you? If you continue to fight here, we will go to the study. Doctor Su has been here before, and this time he is here to give you psychological counseling, don't be afraid." As he spoke, he gently patted the back of Mo Yu's hand with his other hand, trying to comfort her.

Mo Yu raised her eyes and met Dr. Su's faint smile. For some reason, that seemingly warm smile made her feel strangely repulsive. Perhaps it was because she had been afraid of doctors since she was a child.

At this time, Wang Ma's loud voice came: "It's time to eat!"

Mo Yu broke free from Ni Jiamu's grip and threw all the blocks into his arms. The blocks hit Ni Jiamu with a soft thud. A few of them tumbled down, rolling on the carpet. She turned and hurried toward the dining room, feeling like she was running away.

Ni Jiamu looked at the scattered building blocks in his arms, smiled helplessly, and murmured softly: "Still like a little child." His almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, full of pampering and tolerance, and his usual indifference was completely gone.

As night fell, the lights in the restaurant were dim and soft. At the table, Mo Yu chewed her food slowly like a little hamster, her cheeks slightly puffed up.

Ni Jiamu picked up a piece of pork ribs and gently placed it in her bowl: "Eat more meat, you've lost weight recently."

Mo Yu frowned slightly, turned around, and threw the ribs in her bowl back into Ni Jiamu's. From then on, no matter what dish Ni Jiamu picked for her, she threw it back like a conditioned reflex.

The smile on Ni Jiamu's face froze instantly. The light in his originally bright eyes dimmed, and a trace of loneliness quietly floated into the depths of his eyes.

He looked at Mo Yu who was silent across from him, his mind full of the girl who chattered non-stop as soon as she arrived at the dinner table. Time passed too quickly and he couldn't catch it.

After dinner, Mo Yu returned to the living room first, followed by Dr. Su and Ni Jiamu. Dr. Su cleared his throat and spoke softly and professionally, "Mo Yu, I want to talk to you now. Tell me about your recent condition or any thoughts you have. I can help you better."

Mo Yu subconsciously twisted her fingers, looking past Dr. Su at Ni Jiamu, who was about to sit in on the lecture. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she nodded slightly, responding obediently, "Okay, doctor, I'll cooperate."

"Then you can talk about your recent life now." Dr. Su coaxed.

Mo Yu forced a wry smile, her voice tinged with bitterness: "I've been under surveillance and spied on recently, and I've been thinking about dying every moment. I long for freedom and don't want to be treated like a prisoner." After saying that, she suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Ni Jiamu, her eyes full of determination and accusation.

Their eyes met fiercely, and she clearly caught the panic and fear in his eyes. At that moment, Ni Jiamu's pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes were full of terror. His hands began to tremble unconsciously, and even his breathing became rapid.

Mo Yu felt a sense of pleasure in her heart, and the corners of her mouth curled up as she asked, "Doctor, do you think my brother loves me?"

Dr. Su maintained a professional smile and nodded in affirmation: "Mr. Ni naturally loves you. You are his sister, and he cares about you very much."

"But he always controls me, and I can hardly breathe. If this continues, I'll really get depressed." Mo Yu's tone became more and more excited.

For the rest of the conversation, Mo Yu continued to express her dislike for being restrained and watched. With each remark, she could keenly sense the deepening frustration and sadness in Ni Jiamu's eyes.

Ni Jiamu's eyes changed from initial panic to deep helplessness and pain, as if every word was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting into his heart.

After the meeting, Mo Yu felt relieved and walked towards her room. When she reached the stairs, she subconsciously turned back and saw Ni Jiamu talking to the doctor with a numb expression. Most of the time, the doctor was talking, and he just nodded mechanically and listened.

Mo Yu climbed the staircase handrail, her lips parted, and she whispered silently, "Brother, don't blame me." She knew her words would sting like a sharp knife, piercing Ni Jiamu and causing him to feel guilty and afraid. But her words weren't entirely lies; they were merely exaggerated. She simply wanted to use the doctor's help to escape a life of surveillance.

About half an hour later, there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by Ni Jiamu's low, hoarse voice: "It's me, Xiaoyu, can you come in?"

"can."

After receiving permission, Ni Jiamu slowly pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a small bag and an aromatherapy diffuser. He was tall and stood in front of Mo Yu's bed, almost blocking out most of the light.

Mo Yu leaned against the headboard and looked up. She noticed that Ni Jiamu had become increasingly thinner, with dark circles under his eyes making him look exhausted. His eyes were tired and haggard, but when he looked at Mo Yu, there was still a hint of indelible tenderness hidden deep in them.

Ni Jiamu took a deep breath and broke the silence: "Xiaoyu, I just heard you tell the doctor that you've been suffering from insomnia recently. This is lavender aromatherapy, it can relieve it. I'll put it on your bedside."

After placing the aromatherapy, Ni Jiamu stared at Mo Yu for a while, his eyes filled with complex emotions. After a long moment, he handed the bag to her.

Mo Yu opened it and saw that it was her ID. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Did you return it to me?"

"Xiaoyu, I've thrown away the tracking device and the people guarding you have also withdrawn. I won't interfere with your freedom anymore." Ni Jiamu half-knelt at the head of the bed, his eyes red and tears glistening, his eyes full of pleading, "Xiaoyu, I only ask you not to abandon me, don't leave me, okay?"

Mo Yu didn't expect her words to be so effective. She felt secretly delighted and hurriedly said, "Brother, let's go back to the way we were. You will always be my brother."

Ni Jiamu froze as if struck by lightning. His eyes, once filled with anticipation, dimmed. His mouth parted, but no sound came out. After a long pause, he spoke with difficulty, "Xiaoyu, I'm tired. I don't want to talk about this. You know, things have been going on at the company lately." With that, he fled Mo Yu's room.

He leaned against the door of Mo Yu's room, his body trembling slightly, and murmured softly: "Xiao Yu, I don't want to be your brother. I hate this identity."

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the window in the corridor. Outside the window, willow branches were swaying wildly in the wind. Dark clouds had obscured the moonlight at some point, and the whole world was plunged into chaos.