Could it be that she really had forgotten him, and had developed feelings for someone with the surname Mo?
Back then, the outstanding Yun Feiyang pursued her with deep devotion, and she didn’t accept him. What was so special about this man with the surname Mo? In what way did he compare to Yun Feiyang?
Yet she chose him, accepted him, and decided to be with him.
So he couldn’t help but doubt that she no longer loved him and had developed feelings for the one surnamed Mo.
The more Tang Yuchen thought about it, the more uneasy he became; this speculation was making his palms sweat. A deep fear was eroding his soul; he felt he was going to break down, to go mad.
How could she stop loving him, how could she have feelings for another man?
If all of his efforts resulted in her changing heart, what was the meaning of doing all this?
Tang Yuchen suddenly stood up, his hands pressing firmly on the table.
No, he couldn’t wait any longer!
He had to bring everything forward; otherwise, An Ruo’s heart would drift further away from him!
It was seven in the evening, and An Ruo decided to head back early.
She mentioned to Mo Hua that she was leaving, and the man reluctantly held her hand, gazing at her tenderly for a moment before saying, "Let’s go, I’ll take you home. Honestly, I don’t want to part with you so soon, but I’m afraid the longer you stay, the less I’ll be able to control myself."
His insinuating words made her blush.
Seeing her possibly a bit annoyed, Mo Hua hastily said with a smile, "Don’t be mad, what I’m saying is true, who can blame me for liking you so much."
"That’s enough!" An Ruo pulled her hand away, laughing, "You don’t need to take me; your injury hasn’t fully healed yet, I can get back by myself."
"How can I let you go home alone? Don’t worry, my injury’s no issue, I’m strong," the man said as he picked up her bag and wrapped an arm around her, guiding her outside.
An Ruo repeatedly insisted that he didn’t need to take her home, but he was very persistent and even said that if she didn’t let him take her, it meant she didn’t regard him as a boyfriend.
Well, with such a big accusation thrown at her, she had no choice but to agree.
He escorted her home, and then she invited him upstairs to sit for a while. Mo Hua, of course, didn’t stand on ceremony and stayed in her apartment for two hours before leaving.
Having just started dating, An Ruo wasn’t comfortable with intimate gestures, so when they were together, they just looked for topics to chat about.
After seeing Mo Hua off, An Ruo closed the door and walked into the living room, feeling somewhat melancholic. To tell the truth, she felt uncomfortable right from the first day of this relationship; she had no idea how long it would last.
But she would try, and also give them both a chance. After all, without trying, who knows whether it’s suitable?
In the building opposite her, Tang Yuchen put down the binoculars and asked indifferently, "What do you think of that man?"
The person next to him curled his lips and smiled, "I think he’s quite good, he treats her very well."
Tang Yuchen’s face darkened as he said sternly, "I didn’t ask you that! My question is, didn’t you notice something off about him?"
"I didn’t notice anything."
"How can you not notice, I feel that there’s something wrong with him."
"That’s your prejudice."
"Just be careful with him anyway, it never hurts to be more cautious."
"I have my own way of doing things; you don’t need to teach me."
Tang Yuchen snorted coldly and said no more.
His gaze lingered distantly on the woman across the street, and in his heart, he silently spoke to her: Baby, wait for me, you must wait for me, don’t go too far away.
Early the next morning, An Ruo was awakened by the sound of the doorbell.