This feeling, she had experienced it over and over again, thinking she would become numb to it, yet, unexpectedly, it still tore her heart apart.
If her great-grandfather really left her, then, what would she have left in this world?
Thinking of this, Ling Momo couldn’t help but hug herself tightly again.
Heaven knew how much she wished for someone to assertively tell her, "Your great-grandfather won’t die... He won’t leave you..."
But she knew that was just her own wishful thinking.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of the human condition, her great-grandfather had truly reached the end of his life... She should have been prepared for this a long time ago, it’s just... with her great-grandfather gone, she would have nothing left in this world...
Waiting at this moment was torture, devouring her heart, bringing a dense and sharp pain.
The longer Ling Momo waited, the lonelier and more pitiable she felt, her mood becoming more and more oppressive and bitter, her eyes carrying a trace of sorrow. She didn’t even have a friend to confide in... So, in this world, who would utter those comforting lies to her?
Tears, crystal clear, began to fall from Ling Momo’s eyes, landing on the palm of her hand.
When women are vulnerable, they always reminisce about the past and yearn for someone to depend on, and that someone is often the one they favor most in their hearts.
Ling Momo was no exception, as time ticked by, it had soon reached midnight, and the door to the operating room had yet to open. With her great-grandfather’s fate uncertain, seconds felt like years to Ling Momo, the agony was unbearable. Her great-grandmother was also very old and had already gone to rest in the ward, and the hospital was very quiet, with only her alone in the enormous corridor. Unable to help it, she became increasingly desperate for someone to talk to, so, immersed in darkness, the image of Enson kept surfacing in her mind, over and over again.
Back when she was upset and frustrated, she would always message him, and he would comfort her, listen to her outpourings. When she cried in his arms like a child after a slap from Li Qingshen, he would patiently console her... Original content can be found at novᴇlfire.net
At this very moment, Ling Momo desperately wished she and Enson were still in contact, at least then, she wouldn’t feel so helplessly lost...
During this time, she had always thought she could forget Enson and always believed she could suddenly stop loving him just as she had stopped loving Lu Niange. But she realized, Enson was different from Lu Niange, even though they hadn’t seen each other for a year, her first time was with Enson, and perhaps all women are , always harboring special feelings for their first man... Even though their understanding of each other was through WeChat, she had long since idealized Enson into perfection.
What was more important was... Enson had truly moved her and stirred her emotions.
All of a sudden, she missed him so much!
Especially at this moment, she really wanted to talk to him!
As Ling Momo’s thoughts spiraled, she lost her senses and took out her phone, only to realize it was turned off.
Ling Momo quickly took out the charger she always carried with her from her bag, plugged it in, and after a while, the phone powered on automatically.