That way, he could clear things up with her sooner.
But others misunderstood his intention; they thought he wanted Ruoxin to recover quickly so she could marry him sooner.
Overjoyed, Du Ruoxin was no longer sad; instead, she urged him, "Then you should go attend to your matter. I’m fine here. Shaoze, it’s so good to see you again."
She genuinely liked him. At the instant she was hit by the car, she thought she was going to die and would never see him again.
Thankfully, she survived and could continue to love him, to watch over him.
In contrast to the deep affection in her eyes, Rong Shaoze’s gaze remained calm.
He said nothing and left the room.
Lin Xinlan was sitting outside, and she was somewhat surprised to see him come out.
She had thought he would stay inside for at least an hour.
Seeing the woman he loved, his expression instantly softened, his eyes filled with tenderness and deep affection.
He approached her, leaned down, and gave her a gentle kiss.
He was happy that she was still waiting for him outside and hadn’t quietly left.
"Why so soon? How is Miss Du’s health?" Lin Xinlan asked, clasping his hand, perplexed.
As the man walked with her away, he said, "Her wounds had healed a long time ago, and now that she is awake, her body is certainly not a problem, just a bit weak. She will be alright after some rest."
Entering the elevator, she asked again, "What did you two talk about? You seemed to have come out as soon as you went in."
"Nothing much. I told her to rest more and then I left."
"..." Lin Xinlan was taken aback and somewhat flabbergasted, "That’s it?"
The man glanced at her impatiently and countered, "What else did you expect me to say? If you agree to let me clarify things with her, I could have stayed a few minutes longer."
Lin Xinlan shook her head, chuckled, and said, "Rong Shaoze, I find you quite heartless. No matter what, you and she were once acquainted, and there was a time when you had feelings for each other. Out of both reason and emotion, you should spend more time with her, say some comforting words."
The man suddenly turned and propped his hand beside her, looking down at her with a cocky smile, "You think I should keep her company, hold her, comfort her, care for her? What exactly are you thinking, woman? Are you that eager for me to care for another woman?!"
Lin Xinlan cautiously stepped back, guilt-ridden, "Your concern for her could be in the manner of friends, right?"
"You think she needs me to be her friend?"
"Well, that settles it. I can’t be her friend, nor can I be her lover, so there’s nothing for me to say."
Alright, she got his point.
After all, if it wasn’t about someone he cared for, he had no interest in dealing with it, even if that person was once his fiancée...
Du Ruoxin had fallen for him; she was quite pitiable indeed.
"Rong Shaoze, one more question."
"Did you... ever like Du Ruoxin?" Lin Xinlan asked cautiously, mentally bracing herself.
The man fell silent, offering no reply.
Her heart sank violently, feeling like a masochist for voluntarily bringing up such a foolish question.
He surely must have liked her; otherwise, he wouldn’t be silent.
Sometimes, silence signifies consent.
"You did like her, didn’t you?" she couldn’t help but ask in a subdued voice.
What did that make her?