The man laughed, "No, I will definitely tell you when I’m leaving."
"When will you leave?" An Ruo asked dejectedly.
She couldn’t bear to see him leave, and he couldn’t bear to leave either.
"The plane is at seven tonight," he said somberly.
Seven in the evening, four hours from now. They only had four hours left together.
An Ruo held back her tears, burying her face in his chest and murmuring, "I’m already very happy and satisfied that you could rush back for this."
Tang Yuchen lifted her chin, gazing deeply into her eyes, and said, "Baby, wait for me a little longer. Once I’m done with my urgent matters, I’ll come back and never leave you again."
An Ruo couldn’t help but smile, "I’m okay, and it’s only a month away, not too long. I will wait for you."
Let alone waiting for him for a month, she would wait a year, ten years, a lifetime, if necessary.
As long as he still loved her, as long as he asked her to wait for him, she would always keep waiting.
The remaining four hours were brief, yet so precious.
Tang Yuchen said a lot of things to take care of her, and also spoke to the child in her belly. He wanted to say everything he had in mind for the past month in these last moments.
Though they cherished every minute and every second, the time was still about to end.
Tang Yuchen also decided to leave immediately; he wouldn’t let her see him off. An Ruo insisted on walking him down to the building entrance, where the car was parked not far away. Soon, he would really be leaving.
The man kissed the corner of her lip, and laughed lightly, "If you don’t let me go now, I’m going to miss my flight."
"Tang Yuchen, happy birthday," she suddenly said.
Today was his thirtieth birthday; this day was very special to him.
The man looked deeply at her, his eyes filled with an indescribable glow.
An Ruo reluctantly let go of his hand, urging him to hurry into the car. The man nodded, walked a few steps, turned back, and swiftly stepped forward to hold her tightly, kissing her forehead and her lips.
For some reason, he felt a bit uneasy. It felt as if, with this departure, they were truly being separated.
He suppressed the strong feeling in his heart, got into the car, and the vehicle slowly started and left.
An Ruo stood in the cold wind for a while, watching until the car was out of sight, then slowly walked back home with Aunt Zhou’s company.
Tang Yuchen was gone again. Just moments ago, the house was lively, filled with the feeling of home. The moment he left, the house suddenly seemed exceptionally silent, creating a discomforting atmosphere.
An Ruo returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed, and pressed her cheek into the pillow he had used, still able to smell his lingering scent. His presence was so palpable, as if he hadn’t left, as if he was still by her side.
Days passed, and the time for Tang Yuchen’s return was getting closer.
Aunt Zhou had sprained her ankle while buying groceries earlier and was now in the hospital.
With her heavy belly, An Ruo couldn’t go to visit her and was helpless at home.
However, Aunt Zhou had called Uncle Tao, and soon he would send a servant to take care of her.
As she was bored watching television, her mobile phone suddenly rang.
It was an unfamiliar number, and An Ruo answered with confusion, hearing a strange male voice on the other end.
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"Mr. Tang has sent me to deliver something to you. Can you come downstairs? I’m waiting at the coffee house across the street."