The bastard did that and still had the nerve to come here. She was almost worn out, and the last thing she wanted to deal with was this situation.
Bai Xiao thought sadly that her heartache was probably not entirely due to An Zhiyuan’s indifference, but also because of that woman, the one who had appeared beside An Zhiyuan.
She buried her head in her crossed arms and began to cry like a child.
She was also a person, no matter how much she recreated herself, her natural needs and emotional dependency as a person would not change. Everyone wants to be cared for, and no one can refuse that warmth and security.
And damn An Zhiyuan.
After he had given her all that warmth, and made her think she could fully trust him, he still ended up breaking her heart.
Yes, heartbreak.
She was heartbroken.
Very heartbroken.
All her strength turned to ashes; she couldn’t suppress her true feelings inside. Like every ordinary woman, once she had given her heart, she would want a return. Just seeing him would light up her world instantly.
He looked up at her, studying her face as closely as he studied a photograph. The car suddenly stopped at the roadside, and his large hands embraced her, who was already hiccupping from crying.
The nerve-wracking anxiety, the nausea twisting her stomach, and the intense tension throbbing in her temples made her abandon all the proud calm and restraint she had.
She became hysterical.
She had thought, and hoped, never to care about him again.
It was because she somehow managed to forget how powerful and intense the physiological impact he had on her was, and forgot the feeling of his cold, deep eyes gazing at her.
"Let me go!" she said calmly but with hostility, not showing the inner turmoil she felt.
"I won’t let go."
She was still extremely annoyed, almost unable to bear being so close to him. She felt a rage boiling up, compressing her throat. How could he...
After doing such a despicable act to her, still act so entitled, as if a simple apology could placate her!
"I don’t want to ride in the same car as you."
"You know that’s not possible." His deep black eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her, saying nothing, just steadily holding her, providing endless warmth.
...
The next morning, Bai Xiao woke up in An Zhiyuan’s arms, her head resting on his shoulder, the warmth of his body the most comfortable source she had felt all these mornings.
The rain was pouring down harder than the day before, having started the previous evening when they returned.
Like usual, he woke up nearly at the same moment as she did, probably due to his cautious nature that wouldn’t allow him to be vulnerable when others were awake.
Based on her knowledge of his profession, Bai Xiao felt she was right.
She sat up and stretched, easing the stiffness in her muscles from lying in the same position for too long.
An Zhiyuan, still lying next to her, reached out to rub her exposed back, his movements gentle and cherishing.
Bai Xiao swept back the hair hanging in front of her eyes, knowing it must be a mess since it was still damp when they hurriedly went to bed the night before.
The two quickly reconciled in other ways, but the future still left her uneasy, with many issues unresolved.