Ling Yunshu shook her head in disbelief. She had always known that Shi Che loved Chuxia, but she had never imagined that his love would run so deep.
A man willing to show his vulnerability and heartbreak before you is essentially laying his very being, his heart, at your feet.
Why would such a reserved, seemingly indifferent man also harbor such profound affection, so deep that... she almost wished she could tear apart that beautiful side of him.
Ling Yunshu’s grip tightened, a tumult of dark undercurrents rolling uncontrollably in her chest.
Until she heard Shi Che’s final words, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, violently shaken to her core.
Shi Che was actually planning to hold onto Ling Chuxia!
He had secretly set aside the divorce agreent, unwilling to sign off on the divorce, and now he was even considering lowering his pride to woo Chuxia back?
If that were the case, wouldn’t all her efforts have been in vain?
With much difficulty, she had managed to sow the seeds of misunderstanding between them and had finally brought them to the brink of divorce. How could she let them reconcile just like that?
No, she would not allow it!
She would not give them the chance to talk, nor allow them the opportunity to reconcile!
Ling Yunshu’s eyes narrowed deeply, and she decisively turned and strode away.
Since losing her child, Ling Chuxia hadn’t had a single night of peaceful sleep; every ti she slipped into dreams, nightmares would trap her—about Shi Che, about their child.
They took turns haunting her sleep, inescapable and unshakable, like night terrors shadowing her every move.
But today, her nightmare suddenly vanished midway, and a voice echoed in her ears, a voice so familiar it seed etched into her very bones, carrying a magic that slowly soothed away her fear and terror.
He kept talking, and she strained to discern his words but couldn’t make them out clearly. She wanted to open her eyes to see, but her eyelids felt burdened by the weight of a massive stone, impossible to lift.
Surrounded by darkness, Ling Chuxia kept her eyes open, staring into the black for a long ti before slowly adjusting.
Her gaze shifted left and right. The hospital room was quiet and still, with her as the sole occupant, no others, no sound.
Her delicate brows furrowed involuntarily. Had that voice been part of her dream?
Yet that dream had seed far too real...
Ling Chuxia’s hand moved unconsciously to her face but ca upon a trace of dampness on her cheek. Startled, she lifted her hand and looked at the moisture on her fingertips, her eyes brimming with even more confusion.
Why was there moisture? Had she been crying in her dream again?
The next day, Shi Che had a quick wash in the hospital bathroom and changed into clothes brought by Old Zhu. After exiting the bathroom, he picked up his tie to put it on.
Ling Yunshu, who had been sitting by Mrs. Shi’s bedside, saw this and imdiately stood up, walking towards him with a gentle voice, "Young Master, shall I tie it for you?"
Shi Che’s brow furrowed and he glanced at her indifferently, saying directly, "No need."
As soon as the words fell, he tied his tie neatly and efficiently. Ling Yunshu stood there, her smile becoming slightly stiff.
Mrs. Shi looked up and saw the obvious stiffness in Ling Yunshu’s expression, her brow furrowing before she spoke up, "Che’er, you need to change this temperant of yours. Now that you have agreed to be engaged to Yun Shu, she will be your wife in the future. You should be gentler."
Reviews
All reviews (0)