Chapter 976: Chapter 978: A Glimr of Hope (6) Chapter 976: Chapter 978: A Glimr of Hope (6) “Please,” she said, “give so ti.”
Ti for what? Ti to fall in love with him, or ti to calm her emotions, put aside the plans in her heart, and then live out the second half of her life with him in a well-thought-out and peaceful manner?
Qin Zhiyou withdrew his hand. Despite her compromise and step back, and her clear expression of her stance, why was he still not at ease?
Perhaps it was because her concession was still just a weighing of pros and cons, a retraction only due to his dissatisfaction, and not out of—emotion for him.
After all, she hadn’t married him for love, and over the years, they had barely managed to cultivate so affection.
Maybe it was more a feeling of kinship, friendship, or companionship.
He was by no ans an impatient man, yet in front of Lu Weixi, he beca both impatient and petty, almost wishing—in the blink of an eye, his presence would fill her mind completely.
Qin Zhiyou said nothing, rely took a subtle step back. Such a simple movent, yet the strength of Lu Weixi’s grip on the hem of his clothing, already weak, was imdiately broken free.
Lu Weixi was stunned for a mont, feeling the fabric of his clothes slip from her fingertips. It was like holding a handful of sand, elusive, slipping through the gaps between her fingers, blown away by the wind.
A sense of sourness filled her heart, an indescribable feeling overwhelming her chest.
She had fought with Qin Zhigu when they dated, and their breakup had been tumultuous, but this felt different.
Breaking up with Qin Zhigu was like sudden snowflakes falling from the sky, her heart heavily stricken, as if her very soul was a snowy wasteland.
But this ti, she felt both a sourness and astringency in her heart, with neither emptiness nor coldness. Instead, it was a feeling of being caught in a bind, a tangle of black hair. Qin Zhiyou hadn’t said anything harsh, hadn’t ignored her, hadn’t left her to fall and walk away.
Yet sohow, looking at the slight frown on his brow, she felt a stifling discomfort in her heart.
After Qin Zhiyou stepped back, he didn’t say anything more, rely picked up the dicine box and turned towards another room. She sat on the sofa for a while, the living room empty and silent. With no servants around, and not many lights on since they had just returned, the whole house felt like a grand but desolate iron cage.
Her ankle had been twisted recently, still swollen and sore when she got up. She pursed her lips, then stood on tiptoe, trying not to put weight on her injured right foot, and moved step by step towards the staircase.
As she was about to go upstairs, she saw Qin Zhiyou had placed his things down and was also getting ready to go up. But after glancing at Qin Zhiyou, she didn’t say anything, and supported herself on the banister, tip-toeing up the stairs one step at a ti. Qin Zhiyou looked up at her, took two steps forward, and just as he reached out his hand, she turned her head away, the back of her head facing him.
Qin Zhiyou stood there, left hanging, his brow furrowing even more. She could hear the heavy breathing behind her, then the breathing beca smooth again, followed by footsteps withdrawing, no longer paying attention to the struggling Lu Weixi, going upstairs on his own.
Lu Weixi watched as Qin Zhiyou walked from behind her to in front of her, turned the corner of the stairs, and went up further. Then, the sound of a door closing loudly reached her ears.
Left all alone, Lu Weixi looked at the empty staircase, the sympathy she just felt for his frown returning to herself, her heart brimming with grievance.
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