Chapter 442: Why Can’t We Forget Him

Chapter 442

"Do you really have to do this?" Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

Rong Dai walked out and looked at her, pulling out a tissue to hand to her.

It wasn't that she was deliberately eavesdropping, but the courtyard was so small, when Lu Nianzhi got agitated and angry, her voice was loud, it was hard not to hear.

Lu Nianzhi's eyes were red as she looked up at the sky, dabbing away her tears: "Am I really that much of a coward?"

"Or you can say I'm a hardcore assistant who can't even handle my own personal feelings."

Her tone was full of self-mockery.

Rong Dai looked at her and glanced at the time on her watch: "It's still early, shall we go to the cafe across the way?"

Lu Nianzhi didn't want to disturb her colleagues either in the office in her current emotional state, so she nodded, and the two of them went to the cafe and sat down.

Rong Dai wasn't actually here to drink coffee.

Lu Nianzhi was her right hand man. If she couldn't work properly, there were many things in the company that she wouldn't be able to cope with.

Although she had Shaoting, he also had to deal with all kinds of big and small matters of the Huo Group everyday.

Since the Wen family matter last time, the Huo second master's family had not made any moves, but that was even more worrying.

"I..."

Lu Nianzhi was in extreme agony. This torment felt just as painful as five years ago.

"I really... hate feeling so tormented and unable to forget someone. This feeling is worse than death!"

"Why does he have to show up again and disrupt my life? Why can't he just let me go..."

Lu Nianzhi was in utter anguish.

Scenes from five years ago flashed through her mind, frame by frame, like a movie replay.

Seeing her unleash her emotions, Rong Dai felt heartache but also relieved.

Being able to vent was better than keeping it bottled up inside.

She just hadn't expected that Lu Nianzhi had actually been on antidepressants for three years. Although she didn't know much about this illness in her past life, there were always news articles being pushed about it.

She had read one or two herself, and knew well the horror of depression.

No one could imagine how Lu Nianzhi had struggled through those three years, as if living a fate worse than death. So now when facing this matter again, she would still have such massive emotional turmoil.

The more adamant and beautiful something was, the more unbearable it was when it shattered.