Fang Ya touched his nose and said nothing. He knelt down and helped me sit on the unoccupied steps. I thought he would just leave. But he knelt down and took off my shoes immediately.
"What are you doing!?" I looked a little surprised at his actions.
Fang Ya kept her head down, her voice a little helpless, "Don't you have a sprained foot? Let me rub your foot."
His palms were covered with rough calluses, which felt numb when touching my bare feet.
"Fang Ya, where have you been these past few months?" I have tried to find him several times, but he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and could not be found.
Fang Ya didn't raise his head, still rubbing my ankle. After a long time, he slowly said, "I...went back to my hometown."
"Hometown? Where is your hometown?"
"My hometown is around Shenyang."
I nodded, "Then why did you come to Beijing again? And why are you here?"
Fang Ya paused for a moment, and then continued, saying slowly, "I happened to be passing by, and the person hiding here was having a cigarette."
I raised my eyebrows, not exposing his low-level lies.
"Fang Ya, I've been looking for you these past few months. I have something I want to ask you clearly..." Before I could say anything, Fang Ya interrupted and said, "Okay, your foot should be fine." I’m leaving first…”
Saying that, he got up and left.
With my limited mobility, I couldn't stop him, a young man in his twenties.
I could only watch his walking back in worry. He shouted, "Fang Ya, tell me, you were not the one who slept with me and raped me, right?"
Fang Ya stopped and his back trembled obviously.
I looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.
Fang Ya has never been a bad person, he will definitely tell me what he can tell. But all this will take time.
A long time passed, and Fang Ya kept turning her back to me, lowering her head, "Don't ask, Miss Ruoxi, isn't everything over now? If you want to hate me, then hate me."
"Fang Ya, who are you protecting? Is it worth it for you to do this for the person behind you? Are you willing to end up like this now?"
I questioned him, hoping that his conscience would change a little.
"Miss Ruoxi... please forgive me. Everything is Fang Ya's fault!" His voice was extremely helpless, as if he was struggling.
I said unhurriedly, "Fang Ya, do you know that Ye Ruoyi has a recording of your and Mu Shiqin's plan to frame me that day? If I guessed correctly, it was you who gave it to Ye Ruoyi !?"
As I expected, Fang Ya turned her head sharply, her eyes full of astonishment and surprise.
He was surprised, why could I guess it was him?
Very simple and blind!
It's a pity, I didn't expect that this is really the case...
Fang Ya looked at me, then slowly walked over and knelt at my feet with a plop.
"Miss Ruoxi, everything is my fault, Fang Ya. Please don't blame Miss Ruoyi!"
I looked at Fang Ya's resolute face and said calmly: "It's true, it was Ye Ruoyi who asked you to frame me like this, right? You... love her?"
Fang Ya shook her head in panic, "No. It's not Miss Zoey's fault. It's because I insisted on having my own way."
"It seems that you really love her. You can even do it to this extent." I smiled sarcastically. "You don't have to take all the responsibility on yourself. I just want to know whether that recording is true or false." Yes, is it really Mu Shiqin who asked you to..."
Fang Ya gritted his teeth and sat down on the ground. "That recording is true. I have the habit of recording when I make phone calls or meetings. I'm afraid that I will remember what Master Mu ordered."