Five days later, once Tao Hua confirmed whether she could develop an antidote, she could give him her answer.
By then, even if he knew she had deceived him, even if he was angry and ignored her, she would stubbornly cling to him, never letting go, even in death.
But now it really wasn’t possible.
She couldn’t monopolize him while knowing the consequences, his life was still so long ahead of him, and she didn’t want to ruin it because of her.
Perhaps he wouldn’t disdain her aged appearance, perhaps he still loved her very much, it was even more likely that if she died, he would follow her in death.
However, she couldn’t let him die with her, the only way to keep him alive was to make him give up on her, forget her, hate her.
Lin Xinlan’s heart ached.
If she forcefully transformed Rong Shaoze’s love for her into hate, that cruelty, let alone him, even she couldn’t bear it.
But she was helpless and powerless.
Having heard her words, a bitter light flashed in Rong Shaoze’s eyes.
He hugged her tightly, nodding with difficulty, "Okay, I’ll give you time. No matter how long it takes, I’m willing to wait."
"Thank you," Lin Xinlan said softly, as a tear slid down her cheek, dampening his shirt.
The next day, Rong Shaoze didn’t go to the office but stayed at home with her.
He was very good to her, behaving as usual, as if everything that happened yesterday never occurred.
Lin Xinlan, however, couldn’t bring herself to be very good to him. She feared that she couldn’t resist indulging in his affection and would recklessly reveal the truth to him, cling to him without letting go.
Crow’s feet seemed to have added another line at the corner of her eyes, and her face looked a few degrees more mature.
The signs of aging that should have appeared on her face only years later had now surfaced in just a few days.
Fortunately, the house had many expensive and effective makeup products. Lin Xinlan applied a delicate light makeup, completely covering the traces that shouldn’t have been on her face.
When Rong Shaoze opened the door and saw her, he was stunned.
In his memory, she never wore makeup. What was different today that she suddenly put it on?
Seeing him startled, Lin Xinlan asked with a smile, "What’s the matter?"
The man shook his head, "Nothing."
She knew what surprised him, but she wasn’t going to tell him the reason for her makeup.
The only explanation was that she wanted to apply it and there was no particular reason.
Xiaocong was also quite shocked when he saw her.
"Mom, you look so pretty today," he giggled, speaking admiringly.
"Really?" Lin Xinlan laughed happily.
The little guy nodded vigorously and added seriously, "But Mom, you look prettier without makeup."
Even a child knew that a woman plastering her face wasn’t a good thing.
Lin Xinlan ruffled his hair and said assertively, "Then there’s no choice. From now on, Mom will wear makeup every day, and you’ll have to get used to seeing me not looking my best."
Xiaocong tilted his head and asked her, "Why do you have to wear makeup every day? You didn’t before."
She said half-jokingly, half-seriously, "Because Mommy is getting old, I’ve aged. I need to wear makeup to look prettier."
"But in Xiaocong’s eyes, Mom looks better without makeup," he said with concern.
He preferred to see his mom’s genuine appearance, not a face covered with lots of products.
Besides, when he kissed his mom, he couldn’t feel the fragrant sensation of her skin; he was probably smelling nothing but the scent of makeup products.