Shen Zhii averted her gaze, bent down to pick up the docunts on the floor, placed them on the desk, and said softly, "Okay."
When people in the room passed by Ye Junyan, they would secretly glance at him but didn’t dare to look directly, quickly leaving after a brief look.
After those miscellaneous people left, Ye Junyan took long strides and walked straight to the front of the desk.
Leaning over, with both hands resting on the desk, his voice was deep, "Have you thought about what I said last night?"
He made three calls, and she didn’t answer a single one.
"I think I was very clear," Shen Zhii raised her eyes, clear and unwavering, "You obviously understood, so I don’t know what else you want to say."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Junyan’s eyes turned cold, his handso face beca extrely gloomy.
The person in front of him, beneath a clean white coat, wore a rose-colored sweater, her soft long hair gathered to one side, braided loosely.
Stray hairs outlined her small oval face, making it appear even more petite.
Her voice was as usual, soft and sweet; the fresh scent of jasmine mixed with a faint odor of disinfectant lingered in the air.
Those distant past events flashed before his eyes, vivid and bright.
His heart faintly ached, and even the fingers supporting himself on the desk gradually turned white.
His thin lips curled into a slight arc, like mockery or a lingering pallor, a low, slow chuckle spilled from his throat, carrying a chill to the bone, "Shen Zhii, you’d rather live like a widow than give another chance?"
The phone screen on the desk lit up, emitting a buzzing vibration, strikingly noticeable in the quiet space.
But no one looked over, Shen Zhii didn’t hang up either, letting it ring.
Until the room quieted down again.
"Jun Yan, as long as he lives, I can live," Shen Zhii’s gaze was gentle, her voice carrying a faint huskiness, "If he dies, I will accompany him."
The gentle tone, yet it seed to hold a power capable of breaking through darkness.
Shen Zhii stood up, walked to the water dispenser, and took a paper cup.
Accompanied by the sound of water flowing, words, suppressed to the extre, ca from behind, "Why not wait for a little longer?"
Just wait another year.
Shen Zhii filled the cup with water, turned around, and handed it to him, her gentle face very calm, "Four years ago, I already married Nan Ze."
Their eyes t, but in her clear eyes, Ye Junyan could no longer see a flicker of light for him.
Ye Junyan didn’t take the cup she offered, staring intently into her eyes, his handso brow showing so bleakness, "But Zhii, you said you would marry ."
The sadness in his eyes suddenly thickened unbearably, making even breathing difficult.
In that instant, Shen Zhii suddenly felt that the previously cold and frivolous man had returned to the familiar gentle youth in her mory.
The hand holding the cup withdrew, the warm heat spread to her palm, a faint smile appeared on her face, as if she hadn’t heard his words, she continued speaking, "Nan Ze and I nad our son Jiashu."
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