"At a ti when one’s emotions are really low, each person who comforts themselves becos special."
"Actually, thinking about it later, I didn’t really like him. Was it just because I was feeling down and needed soone to lean on? Or comfort? Or perhaps, did I yearn to beco like him, who had a complete family, sothing I desperately desired? He just happened to appear at that ti. To say I liked him would be less accurate than saying he was a ntal sanctuary."
Wen Qiao gave a fairly satisfactory explanation for her "previous crush on Qi Ming that suddenly changed drastically."
"Do you understand what I’m saying?"
As she finished speaking, she realized that Fu Jinghen’s expression had turned even uglier, with even a hint of anger in his eyes.
...
Wen Qiao understood his emotional change at that mont; she knew he was feeling sorry for her.
She felt sowhat helpless, unable to tell him or unsure of how to explain that these things were not her own experiences, and the sympathy he felt for her seed sowhat misplaced and unwarranted.
The phone on the marble counter rang; it was the alarm she had set as a tir.
Wen Qiao turned off the alarm and turned off the stove.
Seeing that Fu Jinghen was still silent, she stepped forward, placing her forefinger against his forehead, spreading his furrowed brows: "It’s been so long, I don’t care about it anymore, nor should you."
Fu Jinghen looked down at the smiling girl standing in front of him, motionless for a long ti.
He didn’t know how to describe his feelings at that mont.
His family wasn’t perfect, but Mr. Fu showered him with love, and Fu Qiang was exceptionally protective of him; although the role of mother was indeed minimal in his life, the atmosphere he grew up in could still be called "warm."
Before he had t Wen Qiao, he had heard from Fu Qiang that Wen Qiao ca from a not-so-happy family, with divorced parents, a remarried father with other children, and an ill mother.
Unless she had to go ho, she always lived at school.
At that ti, Fu Jinghen indeed felt that his little fiancée was rather pitiful, but that was all.
So he said, he would be good to her.
But what did he do later?
At the beginning, he treated being good to her as a task, then doubted her solely because of his own cowardice, making her sad and distressed.
He had always been a man of his word, but facing Wen Qiao, he had never truly acted as he had promised to be "good to her."
Seeing Fu Jinghen staring at her intently without speaking, Wen Qiao raised her hand and waved in front of him, "Have you gone silly?"
Her words had just dropped when she was pulled into a warm, broad embrace.
The man wrapped his arms around her, one hand around her waist, his actions gentle and sowhat cautious.
He buried his head in her neck, even softening his breathing.
"You don’t need to envy Ah Ming; whatever he has, you will have too."
The hand hanging by Wen Qiao’s side twitched.
The words she had just said were not all made up just for explanation; indeed, she envied Qi Ming for having a complete family.
She had been an orphan since childhood, and although the four elders at ho had cherished her, it still wasn’t the sa.
As a child, her classmates would call her a jinx for causing the death of her own parents, kids say things without thinking, but it had indeed beco a deep scar in her heart.
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