If there was even a tiny bit of feeling, even a hint of it, even if it wasn’t affection, just so concern, there wouldn’t be just a single ’I’m sorry.’
Yuan Shen’s implications, how could he not understand? Even the desire to briefly deceive himself was a luxury.
"In this way, it’s also good."
Gu Ningyi slowly lay back on the bed and said calmly, "I’m tired, you should go out." After speaking, he directly closed his eyes.
Yuan Shen wanted to say sothing more, but seeing his bloodless face, he opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing, stood up and left.
These days, Dong Xin Yan was also exhausted, especially last night after returning from Gu Ningyi’s villa, her heart was utterly weary. She originally thought that it was Gu Ningyi who wouldn’t let her go, so he deliberately spread their past affairs, ruining her wedding, making everyone laugh at her and scorn her.
But she had wrongly blad him.
Gu Ningyi had done nothing; it was things she had done enough of in the past, trying to cover them up, but you can’t wrap fire with paper forever.
One really cannot go astray; once it starts, it leaves indelible marks.
She rembered that day when she self-righteously spoke well-intentioned lies, only to be exposed by Aunt Cheng on the spot. For so many years, Aunt had liked her so much, and at that mont, how disappointed must she have been?
Even now, she couldn’t bring herself to recall Aunt Cheng’s expression, her gaze.
She lost her mother since she was young, and in all these years with Aunt Cheng, she had long regarded her as her mother in her heart, but she had still made her dislike her.
Dong Xin Yan involuntarily covered her face with her hands, but tears still slipped through her fingers, drop by drop.
The doorbell suddenly rang. Dong Xin Yan stiffly lifted her head and then heard a familiar voice, "Xinxin, it’s , open the door."
Ziyang?
Dong Xin Yan quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and hurried to the door, opening it.
A tall, upright figure stood at the door, wrapped in a coat and scarf, but that handso face was still sowhat pale from the cold, causing Dong Xin Yan’s heart to tremble slightly, "Ziyang, why are you here?"
Since that incident where Mrs. Cheng drove her out of the Cheng Family, Mrs. Cheng had sternly forbade them from eting. Cheng Ziyang, to soothe Mrs. Cheng’s emotions these days, hadn’t co to see her much, unexpectedly, he showed up today.
"Xinxin, I miss you so much."
The familiar, warm voice, as always, gently rang in her ears. Then, she was pulled into that broad embrace, carrying a hint of cold, yet held so tightly, so tightly... as if they had never been apart.
All the sadness, the fear and dread, at this mont, could no longer be contained. A dense mist quickly rose in Dong Xin Yan’s eyes.
" too."
Dong Xin Yan opened her arms and hugged him back forcefully.
A few days apart felt like a lifeti; the two of them embraced tightly, sincerely wishing... ti would stop right here.
Cheng Ziyang brought hot breakfast, laying it out on the table one by one, all of Dong Xin Yan’s favorites, but at this mont, she had no appetite at all.
She held a spoon, absentmindedly stirring, her beautiful eyes fixed on Cheng Ziyang, asking, "Ziyang, has Aunt’s mood improved at all these days?"
Cheng Ziyang’s dark eyes slightly lowered, his gaze unconsciously dodging a bit. Although he had hidden it well, Dong Xin Yan could still tell at a glance that the situation was probably very bad.
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