Chapter 853: 853, have truly loved, truly no longer love 1 Chapter 853: 853, have truly loved, truly no longer love 1 Hatred diminished, and so did love.
But diminished love is still love, which ans Shi Annuo, by saying that, still loves Han Qianqian. Wen Zhaozhao felt as if a sharp knife suddenly pierced her body, causing a faint pain in her left chest.
She had always thought that Shi Annuo and Han Qianqian had never really been together because her brother had told her that Han Qianqian had only ever wanted to marry Shi Yuhuan, always considering herself as Shi Yuhuan’s fiancée.
But it wasn’t like that at all. She and Shi Annuo had truly been together, and they even had a child.
Their final separation also seed to be because Han Qianqian’s career aspirations were too strong, which Shi Annuo couldn’t tolerate, leading to an increasingly tense relationship until they decisively broke up.
The turn of events was indeed beyond her expectations.
Taking steps, Wen Zhaozhao slowly left. In fact, she knew so things all along and should never have stopped to eavesdrop. Eavesdropping was not only rude, but it would also make her sad.
But it’s okay.
They’re already married, patient waiting, no need to hurry, those who love sincerely will eventually et soone who loves them just as sincerely.
Shi Annuo and Song Qinghuan downstairs had no idea that soone had secretly listened in for a while and then slipped away.
But Shi Yuhuan did see Wen Zhaozhao’s figure as he ca out of the study. Passing by the stairwell to go back to the bedroom, he saw Shi Annuo and Song Qinghuan still chatting downstairs. He glanced once more toward the direction Wen Zhaozhao had left in, and his eyes turned deeply.
However, he didn’t say anything, nor did he stop at the stairs, instead heading straight to the study.
Downstairs, Shi Annuo sighed and said, “So things are destined to be unavoidable, and so people have truly loved. But of course, separating ans they don’t want to love anymore.”
He looked at Song Qinghuan, then smiled again, “And I’ve t the right person to love.”
He suddenly looked up, staring at her, and then laughed out loud.
Song Qinghuan didn’t know what to say.
She smiled, “Regardless, I wish you well, and now that you’re married and have decided to part, you should live a good life.”
“I know you’re quite happy, and so am I. The marriage was indeed hasty, but I don’t regret it at all. Zhaozhao is really good to , and I will treat her well and make her a happy woman,” Shi Annuo said with a smile.
Pursing her lips in thought, Song Qinghuan finally asked, “Do you love her, then?”
Without thinking, Shi Annuo replied, “I will love her.”
“I will love” and “I love her” carry vastly different anings, one is future tense while the other is past tense, each conveying a completely different sentint.
Song Qinghuan didn’t know what else she could say and went upstairs to say goodbye.
When Shi Annuo returned to the room, Wen Zhaozhao was already in bed, pretending to sleep. Shi Annuo took a shower, lay down beside her, and hugged her tightly, kissing her deeply.
Wen Zhaozhao was “awakened” by the kiss, snuggled into his embrace, and asked drowsily as if she was still sleeping, “Shi Annuo, do you belong to ?”
Shi Annuo raised an eyebrow, “Do I even need to say it? Of course, I belong to you.”
“Then, Annuo, entrust your heart to , and I’ll only allow you to enjoy happiness. As for loneliness and sadness, you’re not to indulge in them without my permission,” Wen Zhaozhao said with a laugh, as if reassuring herself.
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