"I had thought that maybe after some time had passed, when he was doing better, he would reach out to me," Wen Qianxi said, "But he never did, not a single message. Itās like he walked out of my life completely. Thatās when I realized heād really let go. To this day, I still donāt know what kind of feelings he had for me back then. But it doesnāt matter anymore. Whether I know or not, this is how it is."
Eleven wondered if their story would never have happened if he had softened his heart back then?
If he had been happily together with Wen Qianxi, got married, and had kids, none of the things that followed would have happened.
So, in a way, fate is really strange; perhaps taking a different fork in the road would lead to a completely different future.
"Luckily, I had South to accompany me during that time, and gradually, I got through it. Sometimes, I see news about him and know heās doing quite well.
"So, Sister Wen Qianxi... what... about you now?"
"Now?" Wen Qianxi laughed, "Now, the answer doesnāt matter so much, whether itās yes or no isnāt that important. Iām about to get engaged, about to marry South, so some things need to be put aside."
Wen Qianxi took a sip of her juice, looked at Eleven, "Eleven, I donāt know what youāre thinking, but you seem to care about him, yet you easily agreed to the divorce... Now heās getting engaged to Shang Muxue, whatās going on between you two?"
A normal person wouldnāt be able to comprehend their relationship
"Sister Wen Qianxi, our relationship... itās not easy to explain in a few words."
"Then what are you planning to do? Knowing all his past, are you going to snatch him back from Shang Muxue?"
"Of course, Iām going to snatch him back, it just remains to be seen, whether she can grab him first."
"?" Wen Qianxi did not quite understand.
Looking at the current situation, isnāt Shang Muxue taking the lead?
"It seems like Iāve accidentally taken up too much of your time, Brother South has been waiting for a long time, letās chat next time, Sister Wen Qianxi. I will invite you for a meal, not just this unimpressive juice."
Eleven stood up, smiling, "Donāt worry, Sister Wen Qianxi, I am no longer that little girl you knew many years ago. Iāve grown up, and I know what to do with certain things."
Wen Qianxi did not say anything else.
...
After Cute, who always loved to act coquettishly with her, fell asleep. She went to Jiujiuās room to check on him, he was also asleep.
The telepathic bond between these twin babies was exceptionally strong at times.
Eleven went downstairs, Aunt Fang had just come out of the kitchen. Seeing her looking somewhat tired, she asked with concern, "Miss Fang, are you tired from taking care of the two children? If your husband could come home earlier, each of you could take care of one child, which would make things much easier."
"No, they are both very well-behaved, itās not because of them, Iāve just been feeling quite tired recently."
"Is it because of work? Miss Fang, you should go to sleep first, Iāll simmer some ginseng soup for you to drink in the morning."
"Thank you, Auntie."
Eleven didnāt refuse because she remembered she was not alone anymore and couldnāt be so willful. Foods she didnāt like were actually good for the little one in her belly.
Eleven went to the living room planning to watch some television on the couch, Aunt perhaps would be quick and she could drink the soup before bedtime.
While bustling in the kitchen, Aunt Fang asked, "Will the master come home today?"
"I donāt know..." Eleven was rubbing her temples with one hand, watching an entertainment program listlessly.
The programs recently have been so boring.
A little later, she wondered, was it because she hadnāt put her mind into watching?