Free Web NovelChapter 903: Chapter 900: Mysterious Gift 7
He abruptly interrupted her, "Too late! Yan Xixi, it’s already too late."
She remained silent.
She felt there was no need to continue speaking.
Indeed, from the moment she fell in love with Wan Donglin— it was destined for them to become enemies.
"Xiaojue, I’m sorry..."
He turned and left immediately.
For the first time in his life, he turned and left before she did—so determined.
At that time, the rain mixed with snow grew heavier.
Yan Xixi stood there motionless, watching his back. Such a tall and upright figure, but it quickly became blurred by the mist and gradually disappeared, hard to see clearly... Time, how terrifying. Some memories, we believe we’ll never forget, but in the end, we still become strangers.
She walked forward, forgetting to hail a cab.
Until her feet were unbearably sore from the high heels.
She stopped, dazed: It was actually the street behind the company from back then, countless times, waiting here for Huang Xiaojue to get off work together; countless times, getting off his car here in the morning—
She thought, maybe she would never ride in his car again in this lifetime.
Regret? She didn’t know.
Buses roared past one after another.
She took a few steps, just as a bus stopped.
She got on the bus.
It was the first time she had taken a bus in two or three years. The air conditioning was very strong, but there weren’t many people. Everyone curiously glanced at her. However, she bowed her head and walked to sit in the last row.
Her body felt just a little warmer.
Through the hazy bus window, she saw the city center, the crowds of people, the bustling noise of this city, and the various grand buildings... even from afar, she saw her own shop.
For a long time, she harbored a special sentiment towards this city: smog, demolition, gutter oil, her father’s disaster, her mother’s terminal illness, her lover’s betrayal, the despair of life... At one point, she hated this city and wished to escape it forever.
Like many ordinary people, resenting the rich, feeling jealous, filled with discontent, her whole being was controlled by a kind of hostility, always prone to tendencies of violence and pleasure, wishing to destroy the world along with herself...
So, whenever provoked, she was ruthless and unfeeling.
Liang Sheng, Boss Yang, Wang Xiaohao... all the same... she felt they all deserved to die.
Even Yang Wei, Huang Ma.
Anyone who provoked me deserved to die.
Today, her mood has changed. Everything seemed more pleasing to her eyes.
The aroma of hotpot lingering in the air, the gloomy weather, the bare avenue trees... she felt this city was very familiar—growing up here from childhood.
As it turns out, there was still love.
Just like this bus, with an unpleasant smell, but very warm air conditioning.
Someone was speaking in the front.
A child was eating a large bag of chocolate, finishing half the bag in a short time. The woman next to the child, likely out of goodwill, said, "Kids shouldn’t eat too much chocolate; eating too much might make you sick."
The child looked up and said, "My grandpa is 103 years old this year."
The woman: "Because of eating chocolate?"
The child said, "No, because he never minded other people’s business."
The surrounding passengers burst into laughter.
Even with a heavy heart, Yan Xixi laughed along.
Back at the hospital, Liu Daqing hadn’t arrived yet.
She quietly entered the hospital room.
Wan Donglin remained in a coma. During this period, he rarely woke, and the doctor said that before the surgery, his consciousness wouldn’t be too clear.
Yan Xixi sat by his side, gazing at his peaceful face for a long time.
From afternoon to dusk, from dusk to late night, from late night to dawn.
She kept holding his hand, not feeling bored, not even feeling that time was hard to pass.
