Chapter 1477: Chapter 1400: Fleeing in Complete Disorder
He said sothing that was particularly true: substitutes can never compare to the original.
Her tone was resolute, her pale face carried a faint smile, her brows softened, and her voice was crisp yet calm. That deanor—it didn’t seem like she was talking about herself.
“Fu Rong, I’m still asking the sa question—am I really that cheap in your heart?” Is that why you’ve allowed yourself to humiliate again and again?
Not waiting for his response, she smiled again. “Honestly, I’ve always thought of myself as pretty straightforward and graceful. At the very least, I haven’t clung to you desperately, nor have I resorted to petty sches. If it’s about my previous actions, then all I can say is, I’m sorry. And I promise you here that I’ll never do it again.”
She couldn’t say she loved boldly and hated fiercely, but she was reasonable. If you love, you love; if you don’t, then you don’t.
There was no need to keep a man who didn’t love her by her side—there was no point.
That bit of pride, she still had.
“No, no, it’s not like that.”
“Then tell clearly—am I right or not?”
Often, n prefer smart won because they know what should be asked and what shouldn’t.
Playing dumb while knowing the truth.
Yet they also hate intelligent won, because when these won no longer want to play dumb, they beco confrontational and relentless.
Just like Ye Ranran at this mont.
Fu Rong didn’t dare look her in the eyes; his gaze evaded hers. “Let’s talk about this another day.”
“Tell —am I right or not?”
“You’re tired. We’ll discuss this so other ti.” He stood up, practically fleeing in panic.
He didn’t need to say it; she already understood his answer.
See, sotis being too smart has its downsides—things that are too clear rob you of joy, and thinking too thoroughly strips away the privilege to be willful.
How nostalgic—the reckless, carefree days of youth.
Seeing Fu Rong’s unsteady steps, Tang Sheng sensed sothing was wrong. He stepped inside and saw Ye Ranran sitting quietly on the bed.
The sunset spilled over her body, making her beautiful face blur in the twilight glow. As she turned her head, the light lted into her eyes, painting them with radiant hues like a shimring lake.
Tang Sheng’s steps halted, his eyes montarily betraying an unmistakable amazent.
Her beauty wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was enduring—like tea, demanding thoughtful savoring to appreciate its essence.
He didn’t speak, and Ye Ranran remained silent as well.
In her mories, she had known Tang Sheng for ten years. Ten years ago, he was a fresh university graduate, without connections or background. He offended soone at the hospital and was driven out.
He had cried bitterly by the roadside.
She passed by and brought him ho. Coincidentally, Fu Rong needed a family doctor, so she had him stay.
Over ten years, she and Tang Sheng had long beco good friends.
Perhaps even half confidants.
“How are you feeling? Is there still anywhere uncomfortable?” Coming back to his senses, he walked toward her.
Walking against the light, he seed like a star stepping out of a movie scene—handso, charming, and poised.
But she realized that she couldn’t quite see through him either.
Placing soone like her—a re copy—beside Fu Rong, he hadn’t even paused to consider her feelings.
Perhaps, in his heart, her friend had long been dead. Why would he care about the feelings of a stranger?
“No, it’s nothing.” She shook her head, lowering her eyelids.
In the glow of twilight, the fine hairs on her face were clearly visible, her skin delicate and smooth, with a faint pink hue. Yet between her brows lingered traces of fatigue.
Everyone was tired, weren’t they? But what could anyone do about it?
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