Watching one dish after another being placed on the table, he didn’t pick up his chopsticks to start eating when all the dishes were served. He stared at the empty seat opposite, imagining her expressions, her frowns and smiles, when they used to co here together...
At that ti, how he wished ti could stop, to let those beautiful monts beco eternal.
"Sir...your food has gone cold. Is the person you’re waiting for not here yet? Do you want to reheat the dishes for you?"
Shen Yiran snapped out of it, picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fish, saying, "No, thank you."
No matter how many tis it’s reheated, the person he’s waiting for would never co.
Eating the cold food, it tasted bland. He filled his stomach but barely touched the dishes on the table before getting up to pay the bill.
Driving on the night roads, he lost direction again, not knowing where to go. Everywhere he used to stay, he could picture her figure. The empty house seed to echo her sweet laughter, torturing him to sleeplessness all night.
Unconsciously, he arrived downstairs at her residence. Without counting the floors, he could easily find that window. The window that was usually lit at this hour was completely dark tonight. Did she go to bed early?
Coming to check her place every night seed to have beco a habit. And he noticed that Qiao Luchen didn’t often co ho. Even when he did, it was very late, and he would leave early the next day. He almost never saw them leave together.
Is it because of different jobs and work schedules, or... were they not harmonious in their marriage?
Thoughts wandering, he heard the sound of high heels approaching. Turning his head, the familiar figure made his eyes light up.
It was rare to see her in professional attire: a white blouse, a tight-fitting skirt, and black high heels. Although many girls in the office dressed like this, only her appearance captivated him. His mind replayed the image of her boldly undressing in front of him...
She was truly beautiful, and he had tasted it — like forbidden fruit, delicious and unforgettable but never to happen again.
She was holding a folder and talking on her phone, walking with an obviously exhausted posture.
The voice was getting closer: "Alright, Manager Zhang, I’ll definitely hand it in before tomorrow morning... Yes, don’t worry."
It seed to be work-related. Was she working overti so late? Sotis he saw her room light on for a long ti and thought she was playing gas late into the night, but it turned out she was busy with work.
Though he hadn’t been in contact with her for a while, he could feel her changes. She had beco quieter and more understanding than before.
Maybe with no one to pamper her, she gradually grew independent. This was a growth achieved only after leaving him, wasn’t it? He had spoiled her too much. Would it be hard for her to adapt to the current hardships after leaving him?
He couldn’t bear to let her stay up late before. He used to help her with things she couldn’t get done in her studies. Now no one could help her, and doing everything alone must be quite arduous, right?
Watching her enter the building and take the elevator.
Shen Yiran took a deep breath, extinguished his cigarette, and walked down from the car.
The two elevators arrived at the sa floor one after the other. As he walked down, he heard her door closing.
Standing by her door, he pondered the layout of the building, then his steps halted at the door next to her...
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