C215 (2/2)

I looked at the roof garden he had designed himself. It was beautiful, like living in a fairy tale.

”Do you like it?”

He looked at me as if he wanted to drown me in it.

I nodded.

”Alright, I'm tired now too. I want to rest.”

I didn't have much to say, so I went straight back to my bedroom and lay down to rest.

I closed my eyes, but I couldn't sleep.

It was a familiar touch, and everything felt so peaceful, but I knew that all of this peace was artificially forged. The places that didn't belong to me didn't belong to me after all.

I know I won't be here for long.

Since that was the case, he should control his emotions. There were some people who were destined not to leave anything behind, since they could not promise anything.

Jiang Yu was in the living room playing with the kids, and I was enjoying the rare quietness.

I've thought about a lot of things, and everything that's happened these days is like a dream.

I had resisted myself a thousand times, but I failed.

As for his offer to live with me for a year, I could have refused.

Because even if I refuse, it doesn't matter. I still have the capital to negotiate with him.

But I didn't.

Perhaps in my own mind I was thinking of a suitable ending for this unsettled feeling.

Slowly I got up from the bed, opened the door a crack, and looked through it at him and the child in the living room.

It was a scene I had imagined countless times four years ago.

Before these things happen, I really want to have a home with him, with a child like this.

The three of us lived our own little lives.

But now … Everything seemed to have come true, but why was my heart still in such pain?

I think, even if I do not want to admit it, you can never deny it, in my heart of hearts, so deep, love him.

I closed my eyes and forced myself into the big bed. I didn't want to think about all these trivial things!

Ye Qianya!

What's wrong with you! Have you forgotten all the pain he has inflicted on you because of all the favors he has given you?!

It was he who repeatedly pushed you into the abyss of despair, it was he who repeatedly took your life!

He is like a poppy, and as soon as you approach him, you will lose your life in the mind of the poem he has bewitched.

I care about my life.

I know, I can't play.

I covered my face with the pillow, not wanting to let my tears flow.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't control some things …

I sighed and got up from the bed. I opened the door and looked at the father and son playing in the living room. I reluctantly smiled.