Hearing Nan Wan’s words, Mu Jin Huan’s well-defined features remained calm as ever, only the darkness in his eyes deepened slightly.
His rough, warm palm cupped the woman’s small face, his fingertips gently tracing her jawline as if sketching a priceless painting.
In a low, comforting voice, he said, "You can stay alone at ho too. I just need the couch in the living room. The study, bedroom, and conservatory are all for you."
He gave her ti to grieve, space to rember Lu Li, but he would not let her remain lost in a trance she couldn’t grasp, even though it was right in front of him.
Illusory and ethereal.
After a long ti, Nan Wan finally looked up at him, her deep eyes seeming to be holding sothing back.
Her hand on her lap tightened slightly, pulling her lips into a smile as she softly said, "There’s sothing very important in the apartnt, but I can’t rember where I put it. I want to look for it."
Yes, she lost sothing very important, but she didn’t know exactly what she lost.
Maybe returning to the apartnt where she had lived for years would help her rember.
"Wanwan, the dead can’t co back. You can be sad, but not like this."
Mu Jin Huan’s voice was low and gentle, calm, as if he wasn’t much bothered by her being distraught over another man.
Upon hearing this, the fragile smile at the corner of Nan Wan’s lips froze.
The light in the man’s eyes was unfathomable, and all her emotions were laid bare in a barren field without a hint of cover.
Her lips moved slightly, her voice as soft as a whispering rain, "I’m sad, but it’s not all because of Lu Li."
Mu Jin Huan remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on her small face, his calm features showing little emotion, patiently waiting for her to finish speaking.
Nan Wan slowly curled up her body, her heels resting on the edge of the seat, her entire body wrapped in the man’s suit jacket.
Her head was buried low, and her long hair, tied at the back, had co loose, almost covering her entire face.
"When I learned about Lu Li’s accident, my first reaction was... was relief that you weren’t on that plane."
Besides sadness, more profoundly was the subconscious guilt and remorse.
If not for Mu Jin Huan being by her side, he might not have heard what she was saying.
It felt like a needle was piercing her heart, and what seeped out wasn’t unbearable pain but sweet blood.
If those things hadn’t happened, he would have been on that plane, seated right next to Lu Li, and when the accident happened, death might have claid his life as well.
But in the world, there are no "ifs."
His slender fingers gently brushed away the woman’s disarrayed strands of hair, inch by inch revealing her small face.
Leaning over, his warm palm cradling the back of her head, he pressed her body closer to his.
The low, deep voice that disappeared between their lips was clear, "Wanwan, I love you."
Worried that the sound of raindrops hitting the car windows would drown out these five words, he repeated them several tis.
Finding her cold hand, he slowly intertwined their fingers, as if trying to convey his words to her heart in this way.
Nan Wan, I love you.
...
Finally, Mu Jin Huan still drove to the apartnt.
After unlocking the woman’s seatbelt and preparing to open the door and get out of the car, his hand was held back, and he turned to look at her.
Nan Wan took off the suit jacket draped over her, "There are lights in the hallway, I can go up myself. Drive slowly on your way ho, be safe."
Mu Jin Huan reversed his hand to wrap around the woman’s soft, boneless hand, squeezed it tight, then released it, his voice low and deep, "I’ll walk you to the door."
The car door was already pushed open a crack, so Nan Wan did not insist further, though the hand not holding his did not loosen, "Then wear your coat."
It was raining outside, the temperature was very low.
Mu Jin Huan gazed at the woman’s delicate face for a mont before letting out a low chuckle.
He returned the umbrella he had been holding in his left hand to the glove compartnt, took the coat she handed him, put it on, and then opened the black umbrella to exit the car.
He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.
His warm hands reached forward, and with his support, Nan Wan got out of the car. Even without looking up, she could tell the umbrella was tilted towards her side.
By the ti they reached the apartnt building, half of Mu Jin Huan’s body was soaked, but the black fabric concealed any signs from others.
"Secretary Tang will bring you dinner later from that restaurant you like, please have at least so of it, okay?"
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