Gu Ningyi tightly gripped the steering wheel, his dark eyes fixed intently on the road ahead. The car speed was fast, and the whooshing wind roared past his ears.
He didn’t know where he wanted to go; he just wanted to get as far away from Dong Xin Yan as possible, preferably to a place where she didn’t exist. Yet, even as far as he had gone, Dong Xin Yan’s silhouette still hovered in his mind, refusing to leave. The scenes from tonight replayed in his mind like an old movie, frame by frame. Dong Xin Yan’s apologetic demeanor, her innocent eyes, and her repeated apologies.
All his expectations, excitement, and heartbeat were ruthlessly destroyed by her in an instant.
He had thought he had tasted the bitterness of love before, knowing how bitter and painful it was.
But now he realized that the pain of gaining and then losing was a thousand times, ten thousand times more bitter than the previous pain—indescribably bitter.
To make matters worse, she still had that innocent look, even thinking he just wanted her to act.
If she weren’t so innocent, he might have thought she was doing it on purpose, deliberately retaliating against him, intentionally sprinkling salt on his heart.
Gu Ningyi’s lips curled, a self-mocking cold laugh escaping.
If Dong Xin Yan really intended to get back at him, perhaps he could find some solace; at least his intentions for her during this period, his intention behind gifting her the Heart of the Ocean, she would know, she would understand.
Instead of now, where she still knows nothing, leaving him alone with his sadness and sorrow.
Dong Xin Yan, what gives you the right...
The phone lying to the side kept ringing. Gu Ningyi glanced over; there were several people calling, but notably... none from Dong Xin Yan.
Gu Ningyi let out a cold laugh, gripped the steering wheel even tighter, shifted gears, then pressed hard on the accelerator. The speedometer soared to its limit, and the car dashed out like lightning.
Old Chen was already struggling to keep up, and with Gu Ningyi’s acceleration, he was soon left far behind. Flustered and sweating profusely, Old Chen had no choice but to dial a number to Yuan Shen.
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Though Gu Ningyi had regained his sight, allowing him to drive, it was usually at a normal speed. Hearing this, Yuan Shen broke out in a cold sweat.
What on earth triggered Gu Ningyi today?
Hasn’t he been quite cheerful these past few days? Just the other night, he called me in the middle of the night to ask for advice on what to gift a woman if she gave you a present first. This man, who rarely talks much, dragged out the conversation like a woman for half the night.
Besides, he said Dong Xin Yan had agreed to accompany him to a banquet today.
Why the temper with such love triumphs? Could it be... another argument with Dong Xin Yan?
The past mirrors the present so eerily?
Back then, he also had a bad mood due to a fight with Dong Xin Yan and went out racing, only to get into an accident.
Yuan Shen’s face darkened immediately, and in a deep voice, he said, "Old Chen, no matter what, you must catch up with him. Don’t let anything happen to him."
Saying that, he hung up the call forcefully, then raised his eyes, scanning around for Dong Xin Yan.
The person who tied the bell must untie it; he first needed to find Dong Xin Yan.
Yuan Shen widened his eyes, searching place by place, just in time to see Dong Xin Yan walking out from the corridor. He lifted his foot to approach her, but suddenly his phone rang again.