Chapter 248: Chapter 245: She Still Stooped to Pettiness
It was then she noticed the splashing sounds coming from the bathroom.
On the floor lay her clothes, mingled with his.
Wen Xian’s breath suddenly grew hotter, without thinking, she knew the person in the bathroom had to be him.
Thinking about what he’d said to her last night, about the entanglement between them, her eyelashes trembled. Then, she forced herself to get up off the painful and aching bed, picked up her clothes—
She’d said last night.
If they were breaking up, to give her one last time, after which she would cut off her lingering thoughts.
She spoke seriously, and if it weren’t for some other thoughts deep in her heart, she might have believed herself.
Leaving as quickly as possible, sitting in the taxi, the moment the car drove away, Wen Xian’s tense heart and body seemed to slowly relax.
Sitting in the back seat, she turned up the collar of her coat to cover half of her face.
The car window was slightly open, letting in a breeze.
She leaned back in her seat, her eyes half closed.
It was he who proposed the breakup.
For someone like him, to say those words, it was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment impulse.
And what she found laughable was—
She had actually anticipated it, and deep down, she knew the reason more clearly than anyone else.
Yet even so, there was something inside her that hurt fiercely, as if it was being torn apart.
Did he know how cruel it was to give a person hope, to let her dream of the future, to fill her with expectations, only to shatter it all by his own hands…?
Just moments ago, he had been talking about marrying her, about giving her happiness, but then, he regretted it, he wanted to break up.
Why, how could he deceive her so capriciously?
No matter the reason, from the moment he uttered those words, she was deeply hurt.
Even so, she couldn’t bear to truly—let go.
She wanted this night, but for what?
Wen Xian really hadn’t expected, the words sent by Sister Ling before would become all her subsequent musings.
She was no good thing at all.
She shouldn’t even think of being a good person.
When it came to the man she fancied, no matter how despicable or shameless her methods, she would hold on to him tightly.
It was only now, at this moment, that she realized she could truly be ruthless.
What Wen Xian cared about most was that she had left a way out for herself, but what about him…?
If she truly gave up, then perhaps the two of them would never be entangled again, not for a lifetime!
The man frowned when he vaguely heard the sound of the door closing, and promptly wrapping a towel around his waist, he came out.
His expression changed abruptly when he saw the empty room, no longer containing her figure.
She left!? Just like that?
Lu Xiao’s stoic face darkened, his eyes seeming frosted over, yet deep within, there was a clear surge of intense worry for her.
Her wound hadn’t healed, she had been out in the rain last night, and after the vigorous exercise, even though he had applied medicine to her early in the morning, the increase in severity was visible.
The man stood by the window; coincidentally, a taxi started up down on the street, driving away.
His dark eyes fixed on this scene, his fists involuntarily clenched tightly.
The man was bare-chested.
Having just taken a shower, water drops slowly slid down his taut back muscles.
Following the slight indent of his spine, they trickled down, finally disappearing into—