Jun Hao continued to be as busy as ever, returning late every night. Often, he didn’t want to go back to the place filled with their shared memories, but only by returning there, to their shared room, could he feel that she was still beside him, that she had truly existed in his life. He shook his head, not allowing himself time to get lost in thoughts.
“Hao…” Jun Hao had just parked his car in the garage and was about to get out when he heard a soft call.
He looked around and saw An Ke smiling at him, arms spread wide, waiting for a big hug.
Jun Hao shook his head, another such dream, his expression instantly turning cold. He bypassed her, no longer acknowledging her, muttering, “Don’t think that by pretending to be pregnant, I’ll believe you’re real.”
An Ke didn’t hear his low murmur, sadly lowering her head, realizing the past few months of worry had been in vain. She had truly believed his words, wondering what happiness he could have without her. Her illness had just been brought under control, and she was eager to tell him she was better, but he wasn’t paying her any attention.
“Hao…” she called again, “Are you angry with me?” She knew deceiving him about leaving was not good, but she was afraid that if she couldn’t be cured, it would only cause him more pain.
Jun Hao stopped but didn’t turn back, speaking softly, “Since you’ve already left, why are you still clinging to me? Do you know how I’ve been living these days? Don’t worry, I’ll marry Xiang’er as you said, I’ll live well and happily, are you satisfied? If you are, please don’t come to disturb me again.” He then walked decisively towards the villa without a second thought.
