Nian Shen laughed upon hearing this: "Thatâs true. Once a person dies, everything is gone. What is there left to fight for?"
She suddenly paused.
This sentence...
Yes, that person had said something similar!
Heatherâs abruptly changed expression did not escape Nian Shenâs sharp eyes. With a slight smirk, he said: "It seems youâve remembered that person named âAh Nianâ again."
To avoid his gaze, she lowered her head and picked up the red wine in front of her, taking a sip.
"What is he to you?"
"Nothing." She looked out the window.
"Actually, I know without you saying," he was skilled at analyzing peopleâs psyches, "You teared up the first time you saw me. How could Ah Nian simply be ânothingâ to you? He must be a man you once loved deeply but separated for some reason, right?"
She didnât speak.
She despised the feeling of being laid bare, having no cover at all.
It seemed like she couldnât pretend in front of Nian Shen.
"Youâve said before that I look nothing like your Ah Nian, so what exactly makes you frequently mistake me for him? Expressions?"
She shook her head: "The expressions are the least similar. You smile more than he did. He was a man of few words and smiles; even with the funniest jokes, he could keep a poker face. But he would occasionally smile at me, letting me know that I was someone very special to him."
Since Nian Shen had seen through her, she simply stopped hiding.
"Death do us part?"
"No."
"He found new love?"
"No."
"If you love him and he loves you, then why?"
"I canât be too selfish."
"Explain." Nian Shen seemed to have a lot of patience to listen to her.
"Even I donât know how long I have to live. It could be a few years, a few months, or maybe one day Iâll just drop dead... I now live each day as if itâs my last."
"Do you have a terminal illness?"
She bypassed the question: "He has already experienced loss once, I donât want him to endure it a second time. Finding a faraway place to die quietly would be good for both him and me."
"How do you know he would agree to that?"
She shook her head: "He wouldnât. He said, he could forgive all my faults, except for leaving."
"And yet you still left? Youâve committed an unpardonable crime."
Heather smiled faintly: "Yes, Iâve committed the gravest sin... If it can make him hate me, loathe me, then I am willing to do this. Truly... I wanted him to forget me, even hate me. That way, once he confirms that I have left this world, he wonât be sad."
As she smiled, gazing out at the traffic through the window, tears streamed down from her eyes.
"Thatâs just your thinking."
"I donât deserve him anyway. Iâm someone who should die, and shouldnât bask in too much of the worldâs glory."
"Whether youâre worthy or not isnât for you to decide."
"Who knows..."
Strangely, Leqi had been away for quite some time now, and she hadnât returned yet. With only the two of them at the dining table, many of the later guests thought they were the real date.
Her face had successfully frightened everyone away.
Perhaps... no one could understand why a remarkable person like Nian Shen would sit together with her?
"Why hasnât Miss Qu returned? Should I go check on her?"
"Maybe she got a stomachache."
Got a stomachache as soon as she sat down?