Bo Yixin looked at Zhan Nanxian who had hardly touched his chopsticks.
"Why do you have a worse appetite than me?" She had been staring at her phone all night, and it was rare to see her looking so distracted. She picked up a piece of horn vegetable and said nonchalantly, "Is it really that difficult to make a phone call? Do you want me to help you?"
He sighed softly, "Take your time to eat. I'm going to go smoke a cigarette."
"Leave your phone here. If you want to call, call me in front of me. Don't be so restrained when you're not around me." Bo Yixin smiled faintly. "I finally managed to leave you here maliciously. How boring would it be if you couldn't hear anything?"
Zhan Nanxian curled his lips, left his phone behind as he was told, and walked out.
Instead of going to the smoking area, he walked out of the club and walked under a laurel tree.
There was a rising moon hanging in the night sky, its moonlight was like water, and half of the dark shadow in the middle of the disk was vaguely visible. When I was a child, the book said that it was Wu Gang's laurel. He held an axe and chopped it endlessly every day, but the laurel always grew back as soon as he chopped it. When the axe fell, it split into bones, but when the axe blade was lifted, there was no trace of it.
How wonderful it would be if the human heart could also have this kind of divine self-healing ability? Then, no matter what the other person said or did, no matter how sad or grief-stricken, the two lovers would only have a brief wave of emotion in their hearts, which would disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened, and everything would return to the beginning of their love.
He put his hands into his trouser pockets as usual. When his right hand failed to reach the phone, an indescribable emotion passed through his heart. His left hand felt the coldness of metal through the cigarette box. It was the key he had picked up.
He retracted his fingertips and fished out the cigarette box. A blue fire was burning under the swaying osmanthus tree.
It had been a moonlit night like this before, many times downstairs of his house and her house, with their foreheads pressed against each other. He was reluctant to send her back, and she was reluctant to see him leave. The love in her heart was so deep that she only wished she could melt the other person into her body and become one with him/her, so that they would never be separated again.
The experiences of those years were so wonderful, so wonderful that he could not adapt to the days without her in his life at all, just like even though he had gritted his teeth and lived alone for ten years, he still could not dispel the emptiness and loneliness that was still locked in the abyss of his heart.
And... strong longing.
Hate her
He had done so much for her, developing Qianyu into its current size and controlling other companies, all for convenience. Everything he did was not for business, not for a few hundred million, not for anything else, none of that, but simply to get her back in his arms.
He almost turned gray at an early age, waiting for her to return, and trying his best to make her come back to him.
Just hate
Having been devastated like that, he didn't know how to rebuild his trust in her.
All he knew was that he couldn't bear the pain he'd felt a second time.
When she first came up to the 66th floor, he couldn't help but feel scared every time he saw her face every day. He was afraid that she would suddenly turn around and leave the next moment, and afraid that she would suddenly disappear the next day. He was so scared that he would become anxious and uneasy if there was any movement from her.
How can I keep her forever? How can I make sure she never leaves without a word again