But he seemed not to notice her pain, continuously tightening his grip as if he were trying hard to restrain something.
His eyes were so dark they had no light, even harboring a hint of malice.
An Ruo felt a bit of panic. She might have angered him.
"Tang Yuchen, do you want to cripple my hand?" she asked him lightly.
The man looked at her, made up his mind in his heart, and decided to tell her everything because he couldn’t bear her distance from him.
"An Ruo, actually..."
"Chen." A gentle yet forceful voice interrupted him.
Lan Keren slowly walked in, glanced at An Ruo, then looked towards the man.
"I heard you had a bit of an incident, so I rushed over to see you. Are you alright, did you get hurt?"
The moment An Ruo saw her, she forcefully withdrew her hand from Tang Yuchen’s grip. Because he had held it so tightly, withdrawing it felt like she had lost a layer of skin, and her hand stung painfully.
It really was like ’the pain of ten fingers reaches the heart’; her hand hurt, and so did her heart, with that needling, intense pain that made one want to scream but didn’t kill anyone.
Tang Yuchen’s words were interrupted, and he became considerably more sober, unable to speak what he intended to say anymore.
He stood up, looked at Lan Keren calmly, and said indifferently, "I’m fine, but An Ruo got hurt a little."
Lan Keren looked at An Ruo and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Was she really concerned about her, or was it an act for Tang Yuchen, or just a casual inquiry?
An Ruo said expressionlessly, "I’m fine. You both can leave, I want to rest for a while."
She turned her back on them, not wanting to face the two of them.
In their presence, she felt like a shameful mistress, even though she was the one who married Tang Yuchen first, and they were in love, they even had children.
But in the eyes of lawful marriage, she lost by a long shot and became the despised third party.
She refused to be the third party; her love and marriage were unique. If her relationship had flaws, she would endure the pain and cut them off.
Tang Yuchen knew she was feeling miserable. He didn’t want to upset her further, so he spoke gravely, "Then rest well, I’ll call Aunt Zhou to take care of you."
An Ruo remained silent, he watched her for a few seconds, then walked out with Lan Keren.
Hearing their receding footsteps, a wave of sadness suddenly overwhelmed her heart. How great it would be if one could choose not to fall in love with someone.
Falling in love meant handing her heart over to him, it no longer belonged to her, and it also granted him the privilege to hurt her.
If possible, she truly wished he would give her heart back to her.
Aunt Zhou received the call and quickly came over.
There was nothing seriously wrong with An Ruo’s health, she arrived, and soon after, An Ruo requested to be discharged, bought some medicine, and returned home.