Jiang Nuan picked up her chopsticks again, her eyes lowered, counting each grain of rice one by one, "Just like that, studying every day, going to the lab, coming ho..."
"Why didn’t you call ?" His exceptionally handso face was too close, full of pressure.
Jiang Nuan took a deep breath, lifting her eyelids, "I thought we were already divorced!"
At that ti, she was in utter despair when she signed her na on the divorce agreent, fleeing abroad to heal her wounds. How was she to know he painstakingly gave her the divorce papers yet didn’t really want to divorce her?
Who knew he could be so pretentious!
"Even if you thought we were divorced, why didn’t you answer Grandma’s calls either? You divorced , but you didn’t want to recognize her?"
Jiang Nuan stared, listening to his nonsense, angrily retorting, "How could that be!"
His eyes seed to say ’Isn’t that so?’
Jiang Nuan took a deep breath, "I admit I didn’t answer Grandma’s first few calls, but later it wasn’t intentional. The phone card automatically went into overdue after I paid the monthly fee, and I tried to recharge it but couldn’t from abroad. Later, I accidentally lost that card..."
Fu Yi stared at her with burning eyes, "Why didn’t you answer in the beginning?"
"Why do you have so many questions? I don’t want to answer."
Jiang Nuan, annoyed, put down her chopsticks, stood up, poured herself a glass of water, and ca back.
"Are you eating or not? If not, I’ll clear the table."
"You haven’t answered my question yet."
Fu Yi lifted his head, his gaze was deep, and even in the hospital gown, he exuded an air of nobility, every movent full of regal grace. He held a bowl in one hand, clearly indicating that unless Jiang Nuan answered, he wouldn’t let her clear it up.
Jiang Nuan, both amused and exasperated, said, "Fu Yi, how co I never noticed how childish you are?"
Childish? Fu Yi didn’t even bat an eyelid, "It’s not too late to find out now."
His voice was like a harp, elegant and low.
Jiang Nuan, "..."
Not just childish but also shaless!
Just like a rogue on the street, loves to play rogue!
Since she couldn’t clear the table, she could only stand there, looking at him with a resigned expression, "What exactly do you want to hear? I’ll just tell you."
Stop clinging to her; she was exhausted from a long day and didn’t want to fight with him.
Fu Yi’s eyes glanced over her weary eyes, pressed his lips together, and said in a deep voice, "I want to hear the truth."
Not a perfunctory answer.
A genuine one.
Jiang Nuan looked at him steadily for two seconds, then looked away, saying, "You’ve heard it so many tis before, isn’t that enough? You really need to spell it out? Fine. I’ve said it countless tis before, nothing to be shy about."
"Back then, I liked you. It was so hard to marry you and then had to divorce; I was hurt and didn’t want to stay in a familiar city. I was afraid the more familiar the environnt, the harder it would be to move on, so I didn’t tell anyone and ran abroad, just to overturn the past and start a new life. I didn’t answer Grandma’s calls at the ti for this reason too. I didn’t want to hear anything related to you, afraid of feeling sad."
Actually, at that ti, she wasn’t just afraid of that, she was also afraid of cowardly sneaking back, even shalessly pestering him, too humiliating, too low! She didn’t want to beco such a clingy woman, or she wouldn’t even respect herself!
She thought it was over; but speaking of it again, it turns out her heart still hurts.
"...Later, as I said, when I got over the heartbreak and wanted to call Grandma back, the phone card was lost."
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