C47

Chapter 47 - Bitter Taste

Just as Lin Xiang was about to leave, Xi Ri who had returned to his room suddenly opened the door and came out. However, when she saw that Lin Xiang was not there on the empty lawn, she frowned slightly and stood there in a daze.

At this time, an almost inaudible hum came from the living room. It was only after a while did he wake up from his daze and return to the living room after closing the door.

The woman who was originally asleep on the sofa was sitting there with a drowsy look, as if she couldn't tell what was going on. When she saw that he was calming down, she smiled at him and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm asleep."

"Mancha, why did you become so courteous when talking to me?"

Zhang Mancha just smiled, "Why did you come back from outside? Did you go out? "

Slowly and unnaturally, he said, "No, the door isn't closed. I'm just going to shut it again."

Zhang Mancha nodded, she seemed to be more awake now, she stood up and gently said her farewell: "It's getting late, I'll be going back first, we'll contact each other again tomorrow!"

He wanted to ask Zhang Mancha to stay, but the words stuck in his throat, he could not do so. He then said, "I'll send you off", picked up his clothes and left the house with Zhang Mancha.

On the way back to the sect, he hesitantly said, "Mancha, it's been so many years …"

"In the end, I don't want to talk about what happened in the past few years. I'll tell you about it in the future!"

Nodding slowly, they arrived at the Zhang Clan without a word.

When he finally reached home, the empty house made his breath catch in his throat. It was as if an endless void had come to him.

He thought, the reason he could not adapt to it was probably because Zhang Mancha was too courteous towards him, and was no longer as intimate as before!

He had searched for her for so many years, and when he was already on the verge of despair, Mancha actually came back. She was like a bolt of lightning, striking him so hard that he was unable to follow.

He forgot about his promise with Lin Xiang, forgot about what he had told Lin Xiang before, and there was no one who was more important than him.

Tonight, he was even a little afraid that Mancha would discover Lin Xiang's existence and her past with him.

He thought, at this time, Lin Xiang should have already returned home, or perhaps she had already fallen asleep. Her usual sleeping time was very regular, and before 10 o'clock, she would have already fallen asleep.

When he slowly took off his jacket, he went upstairs to his bedroom and discovered that he was not empty, but agitated. The reason was that there were Lin Xiang's marks everywhere in the house, the skincare products on the dresser, the clothes in the closet, the toothbrush and towel in the bathroom, and also her hair that had fallen down from her pillow.

He slowly and angrily threw the pillow on the floor. The bottles and jars on the dressing table were all thrown away.

After tossing and turning until midnight, he suddenly calmed down.

"What happened to me?" He could not help but ask himself.

Zhang Mancha's courteous attitude made him extremely uncomfortable, he suddenly felt that Zhang Mancha seemed to be extremely far away from him.

He thought that Zhang Mancha must have suffered a lot and after coming back, she would be completely healed after a good recovery.

He turned his head to look at the pillow that was still lying on the ground, and the corner of his gentle heart ached a little. Thinking back to the child in Lin Xiang's stomach, he couldn't help but sigh.

He slowly took out his phone and opened up the bank account on his phone, transferring another 2 million to the one he had transferred to Lin Xiang previously.

I was alone, not turning on the light, just sitting in the dusty room.

The room was quiet, so quiet that I could hear my heart breaking. I kept thinking, what am I doing wrong, and why am I the one to bear all of this?

Was it wrong to love someone? Could it be that the sweetness and bliss of the past were all fake like what Qin Qin Qin said?

I especially wanted to tell myself that I had just had a nightmare, or that it was only a temporary stroke of the brain, and that it would be all right tomorrow, tomorrow!

But the thought of that face almost the same as mine, of that gentle kiss in her hair, brought me close to collapse, made all my persuasion and consolation of myself collapse and unexplainable.

Reality, such a cruel in front of my eyes, I can not help but believe, even more so I can not forget.

Perhaps I had stayed in the darkness for too long, but instead, I could clearly see everything in the room. Simple decorations, simple sofas, and slightly cracked walls, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

Because I was pregnant, my work and rest schedule was very regular. Every night I would go to bed around ten o'clock, but today, as I sat in this run-down little room, I was still awake even though it was early in the morning.

This is the phone's short message ring. I quivered and opened it. To my surprise, it was the two million yuan in my account.

Even though I knew that I was dying of thirst when I went to the mobile bank to find out more about the funds, I still felt a slight pang in my heart when I realized that it was because the money had been slowly transferred back to me.

"Haha, haha …"

How laughable, suddenly transferring two million to me in the middle of the night, am I really that valuable?

I don't know if I should be happy, happy that he still has me in his heart, still thinks about me, or should cry, cry at his price, cry at his blind eyes, and cry even more at the fate of the child in his womb.

My heart filled with bitterness, flooding over my whole heart and my whole person.

I took out my cell phone and thought for a long time before replying, "Yes, thank you."

I thought he would at least give me a "You deserve it" or something like that, but I waited for a long time with my cell phone and didn't reply. Maybe this wasn't a price tag, but a cut. The tears that he had tried to hold back burst once more.

Even though I knew that I had actually lost my gentleness, I was still looking forward to it. Even if seeing his words was a form of comfort to me, it was actually just an extravagant hope.

I cried all night in the living room until my tears dried up.

He no longer had any thoughts about his future. Instead, his mind became more and more empty. Empty Road can't remember anything, not even the pain he left me.

Early in the morning, I fell asleep on the sofa. Maybe I didn't sleep either, I was just too tired. The sharp ringing of the phone woke me up. I picked up the phone and looked at the assistant director.

"Hello, Assistant Director. Are you busy so early?"