When Sister Huan hurried out from the inner room and opened the door, Zhan Nanxian was coming down from the second floor. The first thing Wen Nuan saw when she walked in was to look behind Sister Huan.
Zhan Nanxian stood at the stairs leaning against the wall.
After closing the door, Sister Huan quietly retreated, leaving only the two people staring at each other from afar in the quiet space.
He didn't come over, and she didn't go over.
Luxurious sofas, exquisite floor lamps, a blue-glazed tall-necked vase with a bunch of dried flowers, and wide white marble tiles form the water surface that breaks through the center of Kloveniersburgwal Avenue. Time has long separated them at both ends of the unreachable world.
He lowered his head, took out a cigarette, and a lighter appeared in his hand. With a click, a blue flame lit up, and the flame clearly reflected his delicately carved facial features. The cigarette at the corner of his thin lips was lit, and he slowly exhaled a puff of transparent mist, put the lighter into his trouser pocket, turned around and went upstairs step by step.
She watched his back as he climbed the stairs until he reached the last step, turned into the corridor, and disappeared from her sight.
It was only at this moment that she was willing to truly admit how deeply she had hurt him.
For the sake of tenderness, she didn't want to be a sandwich, so she broke up with him without giving any reason.
He left for so many years, refused to come back, and refused to give him any news.
Even after she came back, she always assumed that he had used cruel means against Zhu Linlu without any verification and had no trust in him at all. Also, because of Bo Yixin, even though she had been working in his company and even transferred to his side, she was still unwilling to take the initiative to get close to him.
Because he refused to see her, she cut off her long hair in anger. Actually, she had not given up at that time. She did not believe that he would really break up with her. She was just... afraid that she would be the first to get hurt, so she took the lead in raising the banner of starting over and declared to him that their relationship would never end.
Even when he said he wanted to get married, she took the initiative.
Because I don't want to feel more pain, I let him feel the pain.
But in fact, she loved him so... so much.
If there was anything unfinished this time, it was that she still owed him some necessary explanations.
She owed no one more than she did him, and she could never pay it back, so she didn't plan to pay it back. It was his fault for falling in love with her... However, if he also had a huge black hole in his heart like hers, even if it could not be healed, she should have done her best to untie some knots for him before leaving, and give him the peace he deserved from now on.
She went up the stairs step by step, entered the master bedroom, passed through the reception room and living room, and pushed open the bedroom door.
He lay on the bed with his clothes on, one hand behind his head and one long leg resting aimlessly on the edge of the bed.
She walked over to the chaise longue next to her and sat down.
The breathing of both of them could be heard in the silence.
"Wenrou once thought, like you, that I didn't love her," she said.
In Wenrou's eyes, she could give everything for him, but was very stingy towards her sister. She knew that he had roughly the same idea as Wenrou, thinking that she didn't even want this relationship for her sister and could just throw him into the abyss of hurt without any explanation.
"I don't know the reason, but I think I must have done something wrong." That's why the two people in the world who are closest to her think that she doesn't love her or him.