Almost in one breath, Wen Nuan ran down from upstairs, stood in the living room, looked at the key in her hand, scoffed, threw it on the floor, and her pretty face showed a despondent expression.
She didn’t even know why she locked that door. Was she afraid he would chase after her to give a deceitful explanation?
The door of the Guest Room echoed with pounding knocks, she glanced over and walked out.
Sister Ping looked at her unsteady steps in surprise, then listened to the sounds from upstairs, her face turned a bit pale with fright, "Young Madam, what happened?"
"Nothing." Wen Nuan forced a smile, "Sister Ping, I’m going out for a walk."
Walking up to the car, she remembered she had thrown the car key in the Guest Room. She smiled bitterly at the car, under the lights, looking at the four tires, a complex feeling surged back and forth in her chest.
Her tires actually didn’t need to be changed at all, but that night, he just took one look and told Xiao Jing to change them for her. That was the first time she truly felt his gentle care.
After that, such gentleness became more frequent, she was so immersed in it that she couldn’t extricate herself, she thought she would gain his love. But who would’ve known, the relationship between him and Ji Wei changed into what it is now, catching her off guard.
Just like Ji Wei said, she was merely a passerby on the way, bound to be out of the picture sooner or later.
She smiled bitterly at the tires once more, then turned around and walked away.
On the road outside the villa, she walked slowly, occasionally looking up at the stars blinking at her with smiles, her lips also forming a faint smile.
The smile was light, bitter, and helpless.
About to be out of the picture, not kicked out by Ji Wei, but voluntarily asking for it. Does this mean leaving herself a bit of dignity?
"Young Master, are you alright?" Sister Ping picked up the keys Wen Nuan threw on the ground, trembling as she opened the door. Due to Leng Yan’s violent pounding, she was so scared that she missed inserting the key into the lock several times.
When the door opened, she was startled by the dark expression on Leng Yan’s face.
"Where is she?" Leng Yan asked, looking downstairs, but didn’t see her figure.
"Young Madam said she went out for a walk." Sister Ping asked softly, "Did you and Young Madam have a fight?"
"I’ll go find her." With a deep sigh, Leng Yan’s brows furrowed deeply.
Not far from the villa, there was a scenic spot, Wen Nuan sat down in a small pavilion, hugging her knees, looking up at the sky, a meteor flashed by, and her lips moved into a smile.
When she was little, Mom told her that making a wish to a shooting star would make it come true. Because for every star that falls, a soul would replace it. When a person dies, their soul ascends, bringing their wish to God.
When she was little, she believed it, every time a shooting star passed by, she would make a small wish. As she grew older, every time a shooting star appeared, she would just smile, dismissing it as a beautiful fairy tale, realizing the wishes she made as a child were actually fulfilled by her Dad or Mom.
However, ever since she met him at seventeen, every time a shooting star passed by, she would reverently close her eyes and make a wish in her heart.
Almost every wish was the same—to meet him again and gain his love.
Looking at the fleeting streak of light, she smiled gently, but did not close her eyes again nor murmured her wish.
If she couldn’t have it, she no longer wanted to ask for it.
The night air was a bit chilly; she didn’t dare sit too long. Wen Nuan stood up, wanting to walk again, when suddenly footsteps came from behind, her body tensed up immediately.
She quickened her pace, trying to leave through a shortcut, sensing the person behind also quickened their pace.
She slowed down, and that person did the same, sending chills through Wen Nuan’s spine.