Li Weihuan stood there, looking at the surrounding villas and mansions, feeling empty inside.
Truth be told, this was not the first time he had driven Qi Qun to tears. Did he feel guilty about it? Of course, he would.
His mother, his own mother who gave birth to him, raised him, and helped shape him into the independent-minded person he was today, deserved his gratitude. As a stubborn individual by nature, he had caused his mother plenty of trouble, both in his childhood and now; he should feel remorseful.
He actually wanted to hug Qi Qun. When he first broke up with Nanxi and was consumed with sadness and loneliness, he ran to A County, sobbing in his arms. At that time, he thought about Qi Qun.
He wondered, if he ran to Qi Qun and told her that his Nanxi didnât want him anymore, and that he was heartbroken, hurting, feeling like heâd rather die, what would Qi Qun do?
Would she hold him and comfort him? Would she encourage him not to give up? Would she provide a warm embrace for him to sob his heart out?
No, Qi Qun would never do that. On the contrary, she would probably be very happy, saying Nanxi was not a good match for him, that the breakup was a good thing, and then say some harsh words belittling Nanxiâ¦
In Qi Qunâs heart, he was her son. But this blood relationship was entangled with too many interests, so much so, that he couldnât feel her motherly love unless he searched deep down.
The sun was blazing, hurting his eyes. He guessed his eyes must be bloodshot at this moment, his appearance must look disheveled and his expression must be miserableâ¦
He bit his lip, his breathing a bit heavy. He placed his hand on his chest and found it aching.
â¦
Lun Ying received another call from Li Weihuan. In the call, Li Weihuanâs voice was cold, with an undeniable command. He said, âI am at the door. Come out!â
Then the call was disconnected, not even giving her a chance to refuse.
Lun Ying pressed her lips together. She had not seen Li Weihuan for quite a long time, their lives had no intersection, and mutual forgetfulness was normal.
She didnât care much about it.
But now, hearing his voice again, her cerebral cortex leaped a few times. She realized that she had not forgotten him, she had just temporarily buried her feelings for him!
She rubbed her forehead, did not change her clothes, just removed her gloves and mask, and then went downstairs.
Under a tree at the hospitalâs door, Li Weihuan stood there with a baseball cap on, puffing on a cigarette.
Watching from afar, he looked like a ruffian, mysterious and intimidating.
As the breeze blew, Lun Ying walked over with an indifferent expression. However, her casual posture exuded an intriguing charm.
Li Weihuan had seen Lun Ying in a nurseâs uniform before and thought it suited her, but looking at her now, he felt it was more than just pleasing to the eye!
Li Weihuan shook his head. Just what was he thinking about? All it was, was that Lun Ying was beautiful, had a good figure, and a great temperament, which gave him an illusion.
As Lun Ying approached, she looked at him, then walked forward, grabbed the cigarette end from his hand, and stamped it out on the ground. âYouâre not suited to smoking!â
Li Weihuan was taken aback, and then he smiled faintly, âWhy am I not suited to it?â
A mature man smoking can be seen as charming, but you⦠you are too immature!â Lun Ying said bluntly, her face showing indifference.
Li Weihuan paused for a moment, didnât say anything, just turned his body to look at the road, his gaze wandering aimlessly, as there was no specific direction or person to focus on.
The two of them stood there without saying a word for several minutes.
Lun Ying glanced at her watch and opened her mouth, âWhat do you need me for? If thereâs nothing, I need to get back to work!â
âJiajia, youâre twenty-four, right? Why donât you have a boyfriend?â Li Weihuan suddenly asked.
Lun Yingâs eyes flickered and she looked at him, âI havenât met the right one. Why, do you want to introduce me to someone?â
âMe, introduce? Forget it. The people I know are all half-baked like me. I canât hold you back. Itâs better for a girl like you to find a reliable man, like the mature man you mentioned!â
The knuckles in Lun Yingâs pocket tightened, but she remained silent.
Li Weihuan licked his lips and continued, âThis afternoon, I have a blind date. If it goes well, Iâll probably have to start a serious relationship. I donât know how far this self-hypnosis can take me or how long it lasts, but Iâm going to force myself to take it seriously!â
âBeing serious isnât something you can force, and a relationship canât be formed by force either!â
âI know that, but when youâve given up hope on love, all you can do is pretend to be serious, at least, to make the other person believe that youâre serious.â Then he said, âJiajia, youâve probably never been in love, right? Did you know that people in love are usually naive and foolish, so even if Iâm not serious, as long as the other person falls in love with me, whatever I say will be taken as trueâ¦â
Lun Ying frowned, coldly refuting, âWhat youâre describing is not love!â
âNot love? Then, what do you think love is?â
Lun Ying couldnât find the words.
Li Weihuan laughed, âDid you know that I used to like a girl, very much. I hoped to marry her one day. I made a vow that if I could actually marry her, I would be willing to be a cow, a horse, or even a turtle in my next life!â
âBut then, I lost that girl. I was very upset, extremely upset. A personâs life, from birth to death, these handful of decades, can be filled with all kinds of happiness and joy. But without her, I feel hollow. I could fill my life with anything else, but I would never find it as fulfilling as a future with her. Suddenly, the short span of life felt unbearably longâ¦â
Lun Yingâs eyes flickered but she didnât say a word. She looked at Li Weihuanâs handsome face under his baseball cap and his self-deprecating smile. Her heart sank a little, hurt a little.