Because he kept her shut out of his heart.
Casting aside the jumbled thoughts, Ye Ranran carried the porridge and walked toward Fu Rong.
"I thought you would have the butler bring it to ." Considering how much she disliked him, it was indeed very possible.
"If you wanted it that way, it could be done." She didn’t mind.
"No, I don’t want that at all. You doing this makes very happy, truly." Fu Rong emphasized.
He was genuinely happy.
"I dreamt of this day in my dreams."
"Eat, why are you talking so much." Ye Ranran used the porridge to stop Fu Rong’s mouth.
"Hot." Fu Rong’s eyebrows furrowed.
"Ah, is it hot?" Ye Ranran hurried to wipe Fu Rong’s mouth with a napkin: "I had left it out to cool for a bit, and I also tried it, it wasn’t hot."
Fu Rong grabbed her hand and gazed at her tenderly: "You still care about , don’t you?"
Ye Ranran wanted to pull away, but his grip was too tight, she couldn’t extract her hand.
"If you have sothing to say, say it properly, no need for physical contact." She said.
"This counts as physical contact?" Fu Rong chuckled: "You haven’t seen what real physical contact looks like."
Ye Ranran knew she couldn’t outtalk him, so she stayed silent.
"I know I used to neglect you, but it wasn’t because I didn’t care; it was just that I kept thinking later, a little later, after everything settled down, I thought you’d always wait for ."
He truly always believed that.
He thought anyone might leave, except her.
"No one will stay in the sa place forever, and these words, you shouldn’t be saying to , but to the late Wen Cai."
If it were the real Wen Cai, hearing those words would undoubtedly make her very happy.
Because she waited so long, tried so hard, all she hoped for was this day, all she longed for was this day.
But she never got to see it in the end.
Life is often like this, full of such twists of fate.
"Now you are Xiao Cai, you have her mories, the sa face as her, even your personality and temper are similar, you are Xiao Cai."
Fu Rong always felt Ye Ranran was another Wen Cai, otherwise, why would the two be so alike?
Surely the heavens saw his suffering and didn’t want him to be lonely for life, so they sent Ye Ranran to him.
"But I’m ultimately not her. My last na is Ye, not Wen." Could he please get that clear?
"You can have the last na Wen, no, you are now Wen, you are Wen Cai." Fu Rong said with great persistence, uncertain whether he was emphasizing it to Ye Ranran or to convince himself.
"If you must deceive yourself like that, there’s nothing I can do." Ye Ranran didn’t wish to continue arguing with him.
She had already awakened, but he was still living in a dream—what could she do?
No matter how she called out, he refused to wake. Then he might as well continue dreaming if it could make him feel a little better.
"Are you willing to forgive ? I promise I will treat you well, I will treat you very, very well, whatever you want, I will give you."
Fu Rong held tightly onto Ye Ranran’s hand, continuously promising her.
He now only wished she would give him one chance, just one.
He was determined to have her return to him willingly.
"I’ve long forgiven you, besides, you owe nothing, so there’s no talk of forgiveness."
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