Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“…”
Huo Chen was shaken by her words.
She could see the deep pain he was feeling through his bloodshot eyes. His pale skin was blushing with an unnatural shade of red and when he spoke, there was a strange hoarseness to it.
“Yang Yang, I’m so sorry, I just…”
It had been more than a month since he returned from the Golden Triangle, but he delayed testing the blood sample that he brought back day after day.
Until yesterday.
An hour ago, he got the results from the test…
That pool of blood belonged to Wen He.
There was no reason for him to believe that she survived the fall anymore.
Huo Chen looked like a mess. His clothes were all wrinkled and he could no longer maintain the calm appearance that he so consistently showed in the past.
Lu Zhaoyang felt sorry for him inside, but she forced a smile on her face and said, “If you really feel like you owe Wen He, then you should live your life to the best you can and make the best of her sacrifice.”
“…”
Suddenly, Huo Chen pulled her into a gentle hug.
“Thank you.”
Lu Zhaoyang was taken by surprise, but she did not push him back. It felt more like a gesture borne out of need for support than anything else.
Huo Chen always preferred to keep his business to himself, so when Wen He’s death came as a heavy blow for him to handle himself, he failed to ask for help.
In the end, he was simply too tired. He needed a break and someone to lean on, however briefly.
Unbeknownst to them, a slender figure was standing by the stairs on the upper floor and quietly looking at them.
As she saw them hugging each other, the smile on her face gradually faded into a blank expression.
Perhaps she should not have come back.
Perhaps she should have died back there.
Huo Chen closed his eyes and felt himself calming down. “I am glad that you are still willing to spend time with me, Yang Yang.”
Her company brought him a brief moment of peace.
“…”
Yang Yang kept quiet and patted gently on his back by way of consoling him.
From an outsider’s perspective, the intimacy on display could be interpreted as love between soul mates that they reserved only for each other.
The lady at the stairs watched them with eyes that slowly turned colder and colder. Her lips thinned bitterly and her expression twisted in self-mockery.
She turned away and prepared to leave.
Just then, she heard Lu Zhaoyang ask, “Chen, did you love Wen He?”
“…”
The lady stopped moving and turned around again. Her eyes glistened with a shimmer of hope as she waited anxiously for the answer.
However, the only thing she saw was the man slowly shaking his head.
At that moment, it felt like something had wrenched her heart out of her chest. All she felt was coldness and absolute darkness.
Hah.
Enough!
I should stop wallowing in sentiment!
The lady left the way she came through the window in the master bedroom.
She slipped through the garden and reached the fence. There, she ran to gain momentum and then leapt over the fence with ease.
She landed without a sound on the ground and walked away, determined to break all ties with the man.
The surprise she planned for him was all for nothing!
She thought he would come to realize her feelings for him and reciprocate, but that was all b*llshit!
After miraculously surviving that fall, she had traveled day and night to his place to present herself as a surprise. Nevertheless, she was greeted instead with his true feelings.
Death might have been a more preferable ending to her than this.
She should wake up and face the truth!
As the saying goes, you can never force a stubborn person to accept reality, just as you can never force a man to love another woman.
