Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Sorry, Couldn’t Help Myself
However, as soon as she turned around, her wrist was forcefully grasped by a burning hot, large palm.
“Mr. He!” she exclaimed in panic with a glance at him.
The man slightly lifted his eyes, his dark gaze deep yet indifferent, as if she were truly a stranger to him.
“Miss Gu, are you here to see the house?” he suddenly laughed, as if his previous indifference had been merely her misconception.
Zhixi nodded somewhat dispiritedly, “…This place isn’t good, I plan to find somewhere else.”
“May I recommend a place for Miss Gu?” his voice was deep and gentle, and his right hand slowly moved down to hold hers, even interlocking their fingers, “You’ll definitely like it.”
The sensation from the fingertips was burning yet tingling… She bit her lip hard as a layer of mist seemed to have formed in her eyes unknowingly.
This way of holding hands suddenly reminded her of the day they had met.
“Mr. He, please don’t do this…” she pleaded as she looked at their intertwined hands.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, then he smiled, lifted her hand, and gently kissed it, “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, I hope Miss Gu won’t take it to heart.”
She flinched, the touch as light as a dragonfly’s stroke seemed to brand itself onto her chest.
Zhixi tried to pull back her hand, her lips moved, but no words came out.
“Does Miss Gu know of Wanhe Qianfeng Garden?” he asked, curving his lips, “My late wife was very fond of it there, I think you would like it too.”
“I… I don’t like it.” She stepped back involuntarily, “Since it’s a place your wife liked… A gentleman doesn’t compete for what others enjoy. Mr. He, goodbye.”
The man’s gaze narrowed, his thin lips curved slightly, the arch cold and mocking, “Is this Miss Gu’s decision? To never see each other again?”
Zhixi suddenly understood his implication, her face pale as paper.
After a long time, she shakily breathed out a single word, “Yes.”
Yes, this was her decision.
She was wrong, from the beginning she shouldn’t have come back. But in the end, she was weak, defeated by endless yearning and reluctance to let go.
But standing here, in front of him, she knew she was wrong.
With or without her, he was always He Jingyao. His life was always willful and extraordinary, and her existence could only diminish that extraordinariness.
She knew this man would never let go on his own, even if not out of love, he would never allow himself to be weak.
So she should be a bit stronger.
She had already persisted for four years, why not continue to do so… she thought bitterly.
He Jingyao gazed at her, then suddenly chuckled softly, “Miss Gu, do you know that I have a very peculiar disease?”
She forced the tears back, looking up as if nothing were wrong, “What is it?”
“Whenever I get close to a woman, I have a very severe reaction,” he said, curling his lips faintly, “But over all these years, there have been two exceptions. My wife was the first, and you, Miss Gu, are the second.”
…And yet there was also Ye Shutong.
Zhixi’s lips moved, and she asked, “Really?”
“Really,” he said, curving his lips.