His heart felt like someone was taking a knife to it, slicing it piece by piece, the pain turning his vision dark, his face ashen.
He knew that knife was the words of Mo Ran.
She no longer loved him, would never love him again...
The man gave a self-mocking smile, it didn’t matter, love or no love. After all, the love he desired was something she couldn’t afford to give.
If she couldn’t give him the whole world, she shouldn’t love him...
Yes, she shouldn’t love him anymore...
Gu Yixuan slowly stood up, leaving the room with a sense of desolation.
Let it entangle as such, a lifelong entanglement, maybe in the next life, he would know how to declare love, how to understand her, how to embrace all of her. Perhaps then, they could truly love each other, truly be together...
For the following two days, Gu Yixuan would seek out Mo Ran whenever he wanted, while Mo Ran kept herself locked in her room without going out.
She had thought about escaping, but she didn’t dare. She could run away, but what about Mo Yan?
If she ran, Gu Yixuan would surely take it out on Mo Yan.
Not to implicate Mo Yan, she decided to drag it out with him; one day, he would tire of her.
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During the day when Gu Yixuan was away, Mo Ran would either sleep or sit on the balcony in a daze, not wanting to do anything else.
The grandma couldn’t bear to see her and advised, "Miss Mo, why don’t you take a walk in the garden. Staying locked up in the room all the time isn’t good for your health."
Mo Ran curled up in the wicker chair, shaking her head without saying a word.
What did it matter if her health wasn’t good, she had long stopped caring about her well-being.
"Don’t worry, Li Lan and Huang Xiaoli have been dismissed by the master. It’s just the two of us at home, no one will laugh at you."
The grandma, having experienced many things, could easily see that Mo Ran was worried about encountering others’ peculiar gazes.
Once she was the one Gu Yixuan cared for the most, always cherished and protected by him.
Now she had become his tool for venting, anyone seeing such a decline would inevitably have thoughts.
Mo Ran had always been thin-skinned, the fear of gossip was truly daunting to her.
Hearing the grandma’s words, her eyes flickered slightly.
The grandma knew she was tempted and continued to persuade, "Spring has arrived, and many flowers in the garden have bloomed, go take a look."
"Grandma..." Mo Ran suddenly called out to her.