Gao Jixuan took his medicine and lay quietly, occasionally opening his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Jing Xin’s face.
Jing Xin turned off the crystal chandelier and leaned on the rattan chair in front of the bed. After her tense nerves relaxed, she realized she was physically and mentally exhausted.
In the quiet space, such moments evoked sad memories. Jing Xin recalled Jiang Xiangyang’s words, each one like a blade cutting her to the bone. In this world, nothing is more touching or hurtful than emotion, an eternally sharp weapon that could strike at vital points.
Jing Xin curled her lips, revealing a bitter smile. She thought that if she closed her heart and severed her only emotional connection, she would no longer be hurt.
She had once believed her relationship with Jiang Xiangyang would last forever, but now she realized they were merely passing strangers.
In a daze, she seemed to have fallen asleep. Suddenly, noisy sounds came from outside the room. Seeing that Gao Jixuan was asleep, Jing Xin quietly got up and left. She was surprised to see Jiang Xiangyang in the living room at almost midnight.
As Jiang Xiangyang noticed her, his gaze dimmed. He approached her expressionlessly, grabbing her and pulling her towards the door.
“Xiangyang, what are you doing? Let me go,” Jing Xin said, confused. Remembering her bag was still in the room, she tried to break free to return. In Jiang Xiangyang’s eyes, this was Jing Xin’s reluctance to leave the Gao family or Gao Jixuan. Recalling her affectionate tone when speaking about that man, his grip tightened.
Gao Zhanpeng rushed out, struggling to believe the young man before him was his son. After not seeing him for over a decade, he had become an outstanding man.
Thinking about his past actions, Gao Zhanpeng felt deep regret, wishing he could bang his head against the wall.
“Xiangyang, we haven’t seen each other for so many years. Why don’t you sit for a while?” Gao Zhanpeng said, trying to keep his son from pulling Jing Xin away.
