Jun Hao’s words were spoken casually, but he didn’t dare to be careless. An Ke had guessed half right – he wasn’t sending people to watch her; he was personally keeping watch near her rented house. Sitting in the car, looking at the window of her small house, it was raining. He wondered if she had covered herself with a blanket. In the past, when she slept, she would often kick off her blanket, and many times he would quietly cover her without her knowing.
He thought that not seeing her would make him forget her. In two months, he had traveled the world, avoiding A City. He was also afraid, afraid of that place where their fate began and ended. He thought time could truly dilute everything, but that wasn’t the case. These two months, his longing for her had only grown deeper. Her every angry glance, her occasional gentle smile, constantly haunted him. Many times he wanted to find her without hesitation, but he was afraid of hearing her cold words: “I don’t love you, not at all.” She was an accident in his life – accidentally falling deeply in love with her, accidentally wanting to protect a woman for a lifetime.
“An Ke, An Ke, you’re a thorn in my heart. I’d rather let you rot inside than pull out this thorn,” Jun Hao silently murmured, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “How could you say such heartless words and leave when I was falling for you? Do you know that I would lose anyone but you.”
These words he could only bury in his heart, hoping one day she might feel them.
