Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When he heard the word ‘dead’, his heart ached. This pain had accompanied him for three years.
He closed his eyes again. There were some people whom he couldn’t forget. He thought he could, but he neglected the fact that there were things he could not do even if he had wanted to.
Some people had planted themselves so deeply in his heart that he would never forget for as long as he lived.
Xia Ruoxin…
Are you really…
… dead?
After he finished tidying up, Chu Lui picked up his jacket and left for the place he called home. Like what Du Jingtang had said, he’s now a good husband. Besides his wife, there were no other females around him.
He stared at the villa ahead. Compared to three years ago, there hadn’t been many changes. However, he knew that internally, it was chaos.
His eyes narrowed as he got off and leaned on the car for a long time, dazed. Finally, he made his way home.
The door opened. A beautiful woman ran into his arms like a butterfly. “Why are you back so early? Tired?”
Li Manni has been basking in a life filled with happiness for the past three years. She looked prettier in light makeup and a rosy complexion—presentable and elegant. The three years had not left a mark on her body; instead, it made her more youthful.
“Oh, it’s not too busy today.” Chu Lui caressed his wife’s face. The look in his eyes was inscrutable as he lowered his head and kissed her cheek before picking up his briefcase. “I will be in the study. There are some things that I have to finish.”
He made his way to the study while Li Manni stared at his back view as she bit on her lip. Unknown to anyone, they were not as loving as people had thought them to be. Her love for him had grown over the past three years while he might have treated her well, pampered her, and cared for her.
Then again, she didn’t feel the love from him.
She stood rooted for a long time before going to the kitchen.
A knock sounded at the door. Chu Lui put his document down and looked towards it calmly. Previously, he did not have the habit of bringing work home. However, over the years, he had grown to like it. Otherwise, he did not know how he should spend his evenings. He worked day and night. He’s not a machine, but what could he do?
“Come in.” He seemed to know who was knocking, and he lowered his eyes.
The door opened, and Li Manni entered, bearing a cup of coffee.
“Lui, I made you some coffee.” Her smile was gentle as she placed the coffee in front of him.
“Thank you,” Chu Lui replied routinely.
The smile on Li Manni’s face froze; she did not need to hear his gratitude. They were husband and wife. Why should there be such a distance between them? She had him physically, but she could never reach his heart.
Chu Lui picked up the coffee and started drinking with the other hand flipping the document. The coffee that Li Manni made had a bitter taste to it no matter how she did it. However, he had become accustomed to the taste after three years.
