If he was alive, why didn’t he contact her? Why didn’t he give her any updates? Why did he leave her in such despair?
Facing those eyes that were eternally affectionate, so many blame accusations, so much hatred, yet Ye Ranran could not speak them out loud.
No amount of resentment, or dissatisfaction, could ever rival the longing she felt for him.
He was still alive, standing alive right in front of her, wasn’t this what she yearned for?
Two lines of clear tears slipped from Ye Ranran’s eyes.
Ye Ranran, who had never wept since Jun Mochan’s accident, cried.
She slowly squatted down, hugging herself, like a child, crying uncontrollably.
The smile disappeared from Jun Mochan’s face, replaced by panic.
"Ranran, don’t cry, it’s okay, it’s okay." Jun Mochan hastily comforted her.
"Bastard." Ye Ranran buried her head in her knees, her voice hoarse with accusation: "Do you know how worried I was for you? I thought you.....I thought you..."
Zhou Xian arranged for her to claim the corpse, even that tiny bit of hope in her heart, had extinguished.
Everyone just kept silent, so she pretended to know nothing.
Did he understand that feeling of despair, of a future shrouded in darkness with no light in sight?
"I know, I’m sorry, I was washed onto a deserted island, there was no signal, no one there. As soon as I got out, I tried to contact you but couldn’t get through. I was worried something happened to you. I asked Ah Xian and found out you were okay, I just wanted to surprise you."
He didn’t expect it to turn into a scare instead.
"Really?" Ye Ranran looked up.
Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged all over her face.
Jun Mochan raised his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears, but Ye Ranran raised her hand first and hastily wiped them away.
The scars in the palm of her hand abruptly appeared before Jun Mochan’s eyes.
He grabbed her hand; it was as cold as ice, causing his heart to jolt.
Ye Ranran was startled by his warm fingertips, trying to withdraw hand, but Jun Mochan gripped it even tighter.
In this tug-of-war, Ye Ranran lost her balance and fell into Jun Mochan’s embrace.
This familiar warmth made her tremble slightly.
She had been strong for too long; sudden warmth made her feel uncomfortable again.
Jun Mochan held Ye Ranran’s hand with one hand, the other on her shoulder.
Today’s Ye Ranran was wearing a light yellow coat, a grey sweater underneath, black skinny jeans, and a pair of twelve centimeters high heels.
Crouching , her feet would quickly become numb.
Jun Mochan was considerate; he almost immediately helped her up from the floor.
He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped the smeared makeup off Ye Ranran’s face.
After a period of recuperation, Ye Ranran’s complexion had improved a lot, it no longer looked as frightening as before, yet it still lacked color.
Freezing throughout three feet is not the result of one day’s cold, how could her body recover in just two or three days?
Lord Jun had someone prepare medicinal soups for her every day, to the point where Ye Ranran almost had a nosebleed from drinking.
"Why is your complexion so poor?" Jun Mochan frowned.
What had she gone through during his absence? Why did she end up ?
Remembering Zhou Xian’s reluctance to speak over the phone, Jun Mochan had a bad feeling.
His intuition told him he definitely did not want to know, but he was very eager to know.
"I had a cold before and it hasn’t gotten better." Ye Ranran told a lie, feeling uneasy.
Only in front of this man would her calm and cool demeanor completely disappear.