Life is still long. If she really feels utterly hopeless right now, she might as well be like the won in movies, find a place, and swallow sleeping pills to end it all.
Sheng Jiayu turned her gaze away, a thought infinitely magnifying in her mind as she took several deep breaths to calm her state of mind.
Sheng Jiayu knew what she was thinking, but she didn’t want to be impulsive. She was no longer at an age where she could afford to be impulsive; she needed to think it through carefully, truly think it through.
The movie finished, and it was very late.
Sheng Jiayu got up, took a quilt from the room, and handed Mu Ke a pillow: "It’s late, thank you for tonight, I’m going to sleep."
"Good night."
"Good night."
The candlelight continued to flicker, the room filled with tranquility.
Sheng Jiayu lay on the bed, staring at the pitch-black ceiling. Her heart was no longer as agitated as it was just now; she felt very calm.
Thinking back, how did Mu Ke co into her life?
At that ti, she had just divorced Xin Ke. Her ntal state was in a haze as she traveled abroad, hoping the journey might ease her internal depression. But she failed, losing her wallet, passport, bank card, phone, and other belongings, an unprecedented event for Sheng Jiayu, who always took good care of herself, even in a foreign land.
Struggling to contact her mother back ho, Sheng Jiayu felt utterly desolate at that mont.
Mu Ke appeared in such circumstances. He was a doctor arranged by Xu Qingru for psychological counseling. Sheng Jiayu later learned that he wasn’t soone Xu Qingru knew but was introduced by Xue Lu’s mother-in-law, Aunt Chen.
With this relationship layer, so things naturally changed.
Sheng Jiayu knew what her mother and Aunt Chen had in mind, but she pretended not to know because she really wasn’t interested in that aspect.
Later on, Mu Ke frequently appeared in her life.
Sheng Jiayu didn’t deny that he was a very charming man, exuding a vibe of an industry elite with an ascetic temperant, cold and noble, occasionally sharp-tongued.
Even though she grew up around people like Sheng Jianan and Zhou Chengze, Sheng Jiayu had to admit that Mu Ke was no less outstanding compared to them, like a painting of lush green mountains, unique and distinctive.
His calm, cool gaze seed always capable of seeing through the sinister human heart.
Later, he admitted that he liked her. His attentiveness to her was unparalleled, with a care and concern that no one had ever shown her before.
In fact, compared to Mu Ke’s vengeance against Xin Ke and Su Wan, what touched her more was his detail-oriented nature and that irresistible tenderness.
Turning over, Sheng Jiayu looked at the ends of her hair, knowing she was being pretentious. This was actually a very simple question: if she accepted, she should, as Xue Lu said, give it a try.
If she didn’t accept, she could simply ignore this person and disregard his care, his sensitivity, as if she couldn’t see it.
But she was just being pretentious, inexplicably, even she herself felt she was being overly pretentious.
Actually, even if she no longer held any hopes for marriage, couldn’t she at least experience a bit of romance?
Perhaps, being cherished and protected might occasionally feel nice.
Ultimately, she was just afraid that she wouldn’t be able to let go of that person in her heart, thereby failing Mu Ke’s deep affection.
But he didn’t mind at all, so what was she being pretentious about?
Sheng Jiayu laughed at herself. What kind of feeling was this exactly?
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