An Ruo did not respond, and the man waited only two seconds for her answer. When she didn’t reply, he stopped asking.
"Let’s go back, goodbye." He stood up and waved at her.
"Goodbye." She waved back at him.
The car started moving. An Ruo retracted her gaze and leaned back in her seat, her expression solemn. When Mo Hua had asked her that question, she had actually hesitated.
In the past, he had asked her the same question, and her answer had been no, very definitely, without any hesitation.
But this time, she hesitated.
Could it be that deep down, she was really planning to get back together with Tang Yuchen?
She had seen all the changes in Tang Yuchen recently; he had changed so much for her. Last time, he hadn’t truly betrayed her. Deep in her heart, she still had feelings for him.
To be honest, if she had to choose someone to marry and spend her life with, she would hesitate with anyone else, feeling insecure. It seemed that only with Tang Yuchen, there were no issues.
It wasn’t just because he was Kangkang’s father. Through many years of entanglement, she had already let him into her heart, making him a part of her life.
Whether it was hatred or love, he had become someone in her life she couldn’t forget. To her, he had already become family.
In front of him, she had no reservations, could abandon all pretenses, and could say whatever she wanted to. She knew him better than anyone else.
Subconsciously, she considered him one of her own, an indispensable family member. It was because she valued him so much that she felt especially devastated and sad when he hurt her.
It is often said that the deeper the love, the deeper the reprimand.
She had always felt this way towards him.
An Ruo quietly thought about all this. She had always avoided clarifying her thoughts, but now that her pain had healed, she could face her inner emotions again.
It turned out, the person she had always loved was Tang Yuchen.
Even when she was most deeply hurt, she still loved him. She couldn’t forget the deep love he had given, his kindness towards her, the happiness she felt when they were together, and even the pain of crying over him.
She couldn’t forget anything; his face was deeply imprinted in her heart, unforgettable for a lifetime.
Tang Yuchen, what kind of magic have you cast on me that I can’t forget you?
"Stop the car." An Ruo suddenly told the driver to stop. She got out at Music Square, walked slowly into the square, and then sat down by the fountain.
Pulling out her phone, she dialed Tang Yuchen’s number. The man on the other end answered quickly, his voice full of surprise, "An Ruo, is it you?"
She rarely called him, so he was quite taken aback by her sudden call.
"What are you doing right now?" she asked him.
"At the office, is there something wrong?"
Tang Yuchen was slightly stunned, then even more flattered.
"Not busy at all, I’m free anytime. Did something happen?"
"Nothing, I’m currently at Music Square." She didn’t say much else. The clever man immediately understood, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, An Ruo looked up slightly; the sunlight shone on her face, warm and comfortable.
She hadn’t been sitting long when she heard footsteps approaching her.
Tang Yuchen stood beside her, calming his slightly hurried heartbeat, then sat down next to her.
"I’m here," he said softly.
An Ruo, gazing at a French restaurant nearby, said to him, "Do you know, I once saw you there."