Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âItâs alright, goodbye.â
Wen He smiled.
He was not in the wrong, he simply did not love her.
The door shut quietly. The smile on Wen Heâs face gradually disappeared, replaced by a wooden expression.
She lowered herself slowly into a crouch and buried her face between her knees. Warm tears escaped freely from her eyes and dripped off her cheeks.
âHuo Chen, why am I not the woman you love...â
Why?
He would never find out how touched she felt when he suggested that they become husband and wife for real.
However, love by way of compensation...
That was not something she wanted nor cared for.
She did not know if she would ever come to love someone else, but time... Time could heal all wounds.
...
(One week later.)
A second guest arrived at Wen Heâs apartment. It was Lu Bai.
âWen He, open the door! If you have the guts to hide inside, youâd have the guts to open the door for me, right? Whatâs with faking your death?â
Lu Bai kicked hard at the door. Wen He crawled out of bed sluggishly, having binge-watched some TV shows last night. She opened the door and looked at him sleepily.
âWhy are you so loud, itâs still early!â
Lu Bai pulled a face and sat down heavily on the sofa.
âWhat, are you going to pretend you donât know me?â
Wen He pursed her lips and sat down opposite him.
âYou can keep the news of me being alive to yourself. Thereâs no need to announce to the world that I narrowly escaped the fires of hell.â
Huo Chen had uncovered her identity, so it was pointless for her to pretend any longer.
Lu Bai huffed in annoyance. Nevertheless, he was glad to see her garrulous as usual.
âHere, Huo Chen asked me to give you this.â
He tossed a folder onto the table in front of her.
Wen Heâs fingers paused midway combing through her hair when she heard Huo Chenâs name. She eyed the folder and asked with affected coolness, âWhat is that?â
âYour dream came true.â
Wen He opened the folder and flipped through the documents inside. Then, she saw the four words in bold that surprised her â Decree of Special Pardon. Her eyes narrowed in ridicule.
She stacked the papers and put them back into the folder, all the while showing no signs of joy.
Lu Bai blinked a her. âDid the fires of hell fried your brain before you escaped?â
Wen He rolled her eyes at him and did not comment.
These papers were the reason she stuck by Huo Chenâs side in the first place, forcing him to marry her in the process.
That Huo Chen had acquired these documents for her might be a sign that he wanted to sever all ties with her.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Lu Baiâs eyes narrowed. âI feel that somethingâs up with you and Huo Chen.â
Wen He suppressed the urge to ask about Huo Chen. She stood up and stretched herself to hide the pain she was feeling inside. Then, she asked, âCome here again in a few daysâ time and help me give something to Huo Chen.â
Lu Bai rolled his eyes.
âWhat is it between you two? Why must you use me as a middleman instead of doing it yourself?â
Was this their idea of mocking him for being single still?
âJust do it.â
Wen He picked up the folder and went to the bedroom. âIâm still sleepy, so Iâm going to bed now. Remember to lock the door behind you. Oh, when you drop by next time, please help me get some groceries so I donât have to go out.â
â...â
Lu Baiâs lips twitched. He was stunned and left the apartment without a word.
Wen He holed up in her apartment for two more days when she received a call from the Golden Cityâs manager.
âMy dear madam, if you donât come to work soon, all the young masters who took a liking to you are going to tear down my shop. I beg you, please come back!â