"But this is harming you. I don’t want our marriage to have fights, cold wars, and I don’t want you to be in pain. Mo Hua... let’s break up, I... can’t marry you."
Mo Hua fell silent for a few seconds, then forced a faint smile and said, "Are you joking with me?"
"I’m serious." An Ruo lowered her eyes, not daring to meet his gaze, "Mo Hua, you are a good man, really good. It’s just my bad fortune. You will definitely find someone... "
"Is it because of Tang Yuchen? Is it for him that you are breaking up with me?" The man interrupted her, asking with restrained emotion.
An Ruo hurriedly shook her head: "It’s not because of him... Okay, I admit he is one of the reasons. I haven’t completely forgotten him, but I never thought about getting back together with him after breaking up with you. In the world of love, I’m completely exhausted; I want to live the rest of my life alone. I don’t want to think about love anymore."
Mo Hua’s hand on the table clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing visibly.
"An Ruo, I don’t mind that you don’t love me, as long as you stay with me, that’s enough. You don’t have to worry about me pressuring you, you don’t have to worry about anything, just please don’t break up with me, okay?"
His pleading tone deeply wounded her heart.
It was all her fault; she shouldn’t have given him hope, then she wouldn’t have hurt him so much.
An Ruo’s heart ached; she bit her lip, striving to keep her eyes wide open and hold back her tears.
"I’m sorry, I can’t meet your request. Let’s break up..."
No longer able to control her surging tears, she stood up and rushed out of the room, unable to face him any longer. Mo Hua stared blankly at the jewelry box, a pain that he had never felt before sweeping across his eyes.
A waiter, with dishes in hand, came in and, noticing that he was alone, asked in confusion, "Sir, shall I serve the food now?"
In the short time it took to serve the dishes, An Ruo had executed his death sentence. Why couldn’t she have had dinner with him before saying it...
Breaking up with Mo Hua, An Ruo couldn’t deny her sadness. Everyone is an emotional animal; having spent some time with him, she had developed feelings for him, just not love, that’s all.
She knew that her words today hurt him, and would hurt his family too, but there was nothing she could do except to end this compromising relationship as soon as possible.
Walking aimlessly on the street, An Ruo didn’t know where to go.
Is it that every couple who breaks up feels heartbroken and distressed?
Passing an old music store, An Ruo suddenly understood the song playing from inside.
"Longing for the one I love, I know I am willing to wait. Unable to love the one who loves me, momentary tenderness, it can’t deceive anyone.
I’m not heartless, yet I hurt you the deepest, I can’t bear it, I can’t, forget me, the one who took you seriously. Unable to leave the one I love, I know love requires fate. I can’t let go of the one who loves me, because I understand how sincere he is.
Why can’t the truest heart encounter the best person, I don’t ask because I can’t, holding on until it turns cold.
The one who loves me, loves me unswervingly, yet for the one I love, I’m willingly heartbroken for life. The one I care about is never right; there’s no need to be insincere to anyone.
The one who loves me gives me everything, yet for the one I love, I shed tears, my heart shattered in madness. Both love and being loved are tortures, why don’t I understand to reject the embrace of infatuation..."
She listened silently, her tears flowing ever more freely.
Indeed, both loving and being loved are tortures, why didn’t I learn to reject it sooner?