I had been enduring the pain all along, even when I was sarcastically taunting her, I was forcing myself to sound icy and harsh. However, as she truly decided to leave, it felt as if sothing was being ripped away from my life.
The pain was indescribable. The heartache was a hundred tis worse than the stomachache...
"How could it hurt so much?"
Wen Nuan looked at the sweat constantly forming on his forehead and finally panicked, approaching him with a heart full of concern. She helped him up and placed a comfortable cushion behind him to ease his discomfort. Then, she fetched a towel to wipe away his sweat, murmuring worriedly, "Eat properly. I’ll call Uncle Wang and have him co over to take a look."
Saying this, she picked up the phone on the bedside and prepared to dial.
"No need, it’s an old problem, dication will suffice!"
Leng Yan’s large hand covered her small one, stopping her from dialing. Wen Nuan’s heart skipped a beat.
The once warm hand was now cold, so cold that it made her heartache blend with an inexplicable anger. Staring at his hand, she montarily forgot what she was about to do.
The air seed to freeze; they remained silent, neither speaking a word.
After a long while, Leng Yan looked at her hand, which had beco slightly discolored from his grip, and gently loosened it, but still held on.
"You feel for , right?" Leng Yan quietly gazed at her lowered face, just like when she asked him that day, and asked her, "Nuannuan, tell , do you feel for ?"
Feel for...
Wen Nuan closed her eyes.
Yes, but I don’t want to anymore.
"Let’s eat." She opened her eyes, the light in them turning calm, and gently withdrew her hand.
She didn’t want to feel for him, so she didn’t want to utter those two words. She didn’t even want to answer him as he had that day because "I’m your wife, so I feel for you."
She wasn’t like that; she felt for him because... she loved him!
And not just as a responsibility.
However, soon they wouldn’t even need that responsibility. Heh! Wen Nuan bitterly smiled inwardly.
Leng Yan watched as she gently pushed his hand away, feeling a coldness rising from his heart.
"Is it because of Ji Wei? Because of her, you’ve been so cold to ?" Looking at her small face, Leng Yan asked softly, "Is it because you saw at her house, saw at the ball, that you don’t want to bother with anymore?"
You already know, so why ask? Am I supposed to be happy seeing all this?
How funny!
Wen Nuan bit her lip; for a long ti, she boldly t his gaze: "You said you didn’t love , didn’t you? It was that statent that gave hope you’d love . But you turned around and through your actions gave an answer that you still loved her."
I held it in for several days, but couldn’t refrain from asking.
Yes, it was his hope that made it so difficult for her to bear today.
If that day, he had said he still loved Ji Wei, it wouldn’t have hurt so much. She would have willingly stepped aside to fulfill their relationship.
Even if she still loved him, she would have only quietly loved him in her heart.
"She is already in the past." Leng Yan grasped her hand.
Once loved, but now in front of Ji Wei, he couldn’t utter those words.
For three years, he had hated her for her coldness back then. When she attempted suicide, he had an unavoidable anxiety, not wanting her to die, but it wasn’t love. After learning the truth of those years, he felt deeply guilty and pitied her sadly.
If, in between, he hadn’t married Wen Nuan, perhaps he might have accepted Ji Wei again.
But in an odd twist of fate, when he no longer felt love for Ji Wei amidst his hatred, he t her and developed feelings for her.
For Ji Wei... Leng Yan’s heart filled with self-reproach. Things could not go back to how they were; he couldn’t find the old feelings anymore.
He had once promised to always love Ji Wei, yet fate toyed with them, causing too many events to spiral out of control. Now, truly everything had changed.
"Then..." Her eyes were filled with hesitation: "Why did you appear at her house?"
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