Chapter 966
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It turned out that he wasn't on a business trip. It turned out that he was the one who had instructed the receptionist to speak those fluently …
She was still debating whether she should make the hundredth call or not, but he had already given up on her a long time ago.
In truth, she already had a premonition, didn't she?
She was the one who had been lying to herself, unwilling to face it, until she saw it with her own eyes …
She had thought that he was the benefactor in her life, the one who could pull her out of the quagmire. In truth, she was just a little bit away from it. As long as he didn't give up on her, just a little longer, she might really be able to walk out of it … But he still let go, causing her to fall even deeper into the quagmire.
Leng Nuan could clearly feel her eyes burning up. She raised her head and looked at the sky.
She tried her best to curl up the corners of her lips, and then again, deepening the smile on her face.
There were many things that she didn't know whether he could still remember. The fire at the hot spring resort, the sound of him calling out her name; the artificial snowfall at Christmas, the silhouette of him sweeping the ground with a broom; the scene of him counting the cars on Chang 'an Street with her; even though he was gambling with her that day, he didn't know that regardless of the number of cars, she still wanted to be his girlfriend …
Also, even though she was afraid of men, she had been trying her best to get used to him for the past half a year. In fact, she had even thought of telling him about the past so that he could understand her better. At the same time, she wanted him to know that the girl he liked wasn't as perfect as he thought she was. That way, he would be able to make a decision on whether he wanted to be with her or not.
But all of her efforts were in vain.
She still ended up getting separated from him …
Actually, this was a good thing, wasn't it? She no longer had to be on tenterhooks all the time. Whenever she thought of that terrifying nightmare at night, she would start to be afraid. She was afraid that he would abandon her if he knew the truth. Now, it could be considered a form of relief. She no longer needed to be on tenterhooks. She no longer needed to feel infinite guilt whenever she thought of how good he was to her. She no longer needed to feel inferior when she saw how outstanding he was...
She had finally returned to the past, the past where she didn't have to talk about love, hate, anger, and infatuation.
He was such a good person, and she wasn't worthy of him. So, this was good, really good …
This was supposed to be a happy occasion, so why was she crying? What was there to cry about …
…
Leng Nuan sat by the roadside in a daze for a very long time. It was only when the number of cars in front of her gradually decreased that she stood up and hailed a cab to head home.
Sitting at the back of the car, Leng Nuan had been staring out the window the entire time.
She used to think that Beijing's night view was very beautiful, but today, all the scenery in front of her eyes had lost its color.
Lu Benlai's place wasn't too far away from her rented apartment, but she had to pass through Beijing's bar district to get there.
When the car drove past the MIX, she saw a familiar figure through the window.
It was Lu Benlai. He seemed to be drunk, and he was standing by the roadside, vomiting furiously into the trash can.
His secretary and chauffeur were nowhere to be found. They were not with him.
Leng Nuan subconsciously gestured for the driver to stop the car, but before she could reach Lu Benlai, the latter had already collapsed onto the street, unconscious.
In the end, it was the driver who helped Leng Nuan push Lu Benlai into the car.
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