Chapter 449: Chapter 449 The Person I Owe the Most to Is You
She wouldn’t speak, and he wouldn’t press her, of course, nor would he go ask Tang Yuchen.
That man had hurt her many tis; he wouldn’t tell him where she was. No matter the misunderstandings between them, no matter how much Tang Yuchen cared for An Ruo, he didn’t want An Ruo to continue being with him.
Being with him, she was always hurt, always in pain, so it was better to part ways, to never see each other again.
After Yun Feiyang had asked, An Ruo fell silent.
Tang Yuchen’s deception, the accidental death of the child, these were things she didn’t want to bring up.
In short, everything about the past was wrong, and these were the things she least wanted to talk about.
Turning to look at him, An Ruowei smiled and said, “Feiyang, you’re a good person. You always show up when I’m hurt, helping , offering comfort. The person I owe the most in this life is you.”
Yun Feiyang quickly shook his head: “An Ruo, you don’t owe anything. I was the one who couldn’t protect you; I am the one who owes you.”
“It wasn’t your fault. What you’ve done for is already too much, too much for to ever repay in this lifeti…”
Knowing she felt guilty, he hugged her shoulders and laughed, “Silly girl, everything I did was voluntary; you don’t owe anything. Besides, doing sothing for you makes happy.”
He couldn’t protect her at first, but as long as he could offer her a bit of help, a bit of warmth, that was enough.
An Ruo leaned on his shoulder, silently watching the stars in the sky, then she murmured, “Do you think when I die, I’ll see the child?”
The man tightened his arms, slightly worried that she might do sothing foolish: “I don’t know about that, but I believe if he really beca a star, he would be up there watching over you. He would see how his mom is living, how happy she is.”
An Ruo smiled faintly, a glimr of light returning to her previously dull eyes.
She propped herself up and said, “Let’s go back.”
Yun Feiyang also got up and nodded: “Okay.”
An Ruo’s behavior seed normal; he didn’t notice anything amiss. When they got ho, she said goodnight to him and went to sleep.
Everything was like before, nothing had changed.
After a good night’s sleep, Yun Feiyang woke up early, planning to go out for a workout. As he passed by the dining room, he noticed breakfast on the table.
It was porridge, chilled cucumbers, and a plate of stir-fried greens.
Maggie doesn’t make Chinese breakfast, so who made this?
“Good morning, Mr. Yun,” Maggie said as she ca out of her room just as he was wondering.
He asked her with confusion, “Maggie, did you make this breakfast?”
She walked over to take a look, her brows slightly furrowed: “No, I didn’t. Who made this?”
Yun Feiyang imdiately turned to knock on An Ruo’s door, but after several knocks, there was no response.
“An Ruo, I’m coming in,” he said as he took out the keys and opened the door. The room was empty, the bed neatly made; An Ruo was nowhere to be seen.
A bad premonition ford in the man’s heart, and his eyes suddenly fell on a letter on the bedside table.
He hurriedly opened the letter—it was left for him by An Ruo.
[Feiyang, I’m very thankful for all the help and care you’ve given , but I don’t know how to repay you, all I can do is say thank you.
The breakfast is ready; it’s made for you, I hope you like it. Also, I’m leaving, don’t look for , I’ll miss you and I wish you well.
An Ruo – written.]
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