Between the two, there was an unspeakable understanding, as if a single glance or gesture was enough to know what the other desired.
Yet he and Chuxia, after spending so much time together, once so intimately close, never seemed to have truly entered each other’s hearts.
So near, yet worlds apart.
He slowly leaned against the wall, looking into Ling Chuxia’s eyes, which now appeared faintly moist.
At this moment, he could no longer convince himself that the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship between Ling Chuxia and Bai Yixuan was fake, a ruse, nor could he persuade himself that everything he saw was an illusion.
Perhaps... Chuxia had never loved him, because her heart had always been filled with Bai Yixuan?
So, when they met, it was as if no time had passed between them, as if they had always been together.
So that’s how Chuxia is around the person she likes. She would smile so sweetly, her eyes curving up, her pupils shining with light. Not like how she was with him, always silent, always aggrieved.
In such a short span of time, they had reunited, fallen in love, and even... moved in together. They might have done other more intimate things...
Shi Che found it nearly impossible to continue the thought, his entire body feeling as if a bomb had exploded within, the pain unbearable.
Inside, Ling Chuxia had efficiently prepared the meal, and Bai Yixuan served it, placing it on the dining table. Ling Chuxia removed her apron, took the utensils, and also came out. Original content can be found at novel·fire·net
Shi Che took a distant glance at the dishes on the table.
Very simple, without exotic delicacies, without sumptuous meats, just simple home-cooked dishes, three dishes and a soup, placed at the center of the table, two sets of chopsticks by the side, but it felt incredibly cozy.
He blankly recalled that over the years, Ling Chuxia would cook for him too. But each time, she would make a whole table full of food, very beautiful, very exquisite, covering the entire table, and they were all his favorite dishes.
Yet those meals couldn’t compare with the simple three dishes and a soup here. Because those meals were made by Ling Chuxia to cater to him, but these were made from her heart.
A cool breeze blew in, nudging the door, which creaked open bit by bit. Shi Che’s gaze was gradually obscured, until the door finally closed and he could see nothing more.
Shi Che stood there, staring blankly at the closed door, his entire world cast in gray.
He had come with hope, wanting to win back Chuxia, to tell her of the confession she had missed, to ask her if she could give him another chance, to tell her he loved her so much.
But what if there was already someone by her side who loved her dearly? What if she was already very happy and joyful? Could he really disregard Chuxia’s happiness for the sake of his own love?
Shi Che’s black eyes blinked, his body trembling slightly, hands hanging by his sides clenching tighter by the moment.
Deep down, he knew he should leave.
If Chuxia could accept a man in such a short time... the only possibility was that she loved him. He didn’t think he could lose to this Bai Yixuan, but without a fight, he had already lost to Ling Chuxia.
Yet, knowing he should leave, his feet simply couldn’t move, standing rigid in place.
The wind blew, carrying a sense of desolation.
He didn’t know how long he stood there, when suddenly the door clicked, opening again.