Chapter 68, he was like a wronged child.

Wen Hanyun tiptoed into the store, turned on the light, and carefully placed the sealed bag into a small box.

She wrapped it in several layers of foam to make sure it wouldn't get damaged, then wrote down Bai Ke's address, affixed a stamp, and planned to mail it out first thing tomorrow morning.

After doing all this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat behind the counter, and wearily rubbed her temples.

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Wen Hanyun picked up her phone and answered; it was an unfamiliar number.

A lot of noise came from the other end of the phone, obviously from a bar or something similar.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came.

The man's voice was thick with nasal tone and indistinct, clearly indicating he was drunk, "Hanyun..."

Yan Sheng?

Wen Hanyun's heart tightened, and she hurriedly hung up the phone.

Ever since the breakup, she has blocked all of Yansheng's contact information.

Over the years, Yansheng has tried calling her from different phones, but she blocked him every time he called, and eventually they stopped contacting each other.

The phone rang persistently again and again, as if urging her to answer it.

Wen Hanyun bit her lip, but finally pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Hanyun...is that you?"

"It's me." Wen Hanyun's heart started racing. "Where are you? Why is it so noisy?"

"I'm at a bar..." Yan Sheng gave the location with practiced ease, just like their daily routine when they were together.

His already deep voice sounded even more soothing in the distorted phone call.

"Wen Hanyun," Yan Sheng said, enunciating each word clearly, "why don't you want me anymore?"

Upon hearing these words, Wen Hanyun felt as if something had ripped her heart out, causing her so much pain that she could barely breathe.

She could imagine Yan Sheng looking like this. The usually aloof and composed man was now sitting alone in a corner of the bar, drinking alone and becoming delirious.

"Yansheng, you're drunk," she said, trying to suppress the bitterness in her heart and speaking in a calm tone. "Go back and rest early; it's not safe in bars."

"Unsafe? Why should I care?"

Wen Hanyun wondered if it was just her imagination, but Yan Sheng's words sounded very aggrieved, and even a little like he was about to cry.

"You don't want me anymore, so what does it matter if I'm safe or not?"

"Wen Hanyun, tell me, what's wrong with me?"

"I like you so much, I love you so much, why do you just say you don't want me anymore?"

"You can't say it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, I don't believe it... I really don't believe it..."

Wen Hanyun gripped her phone tightly. She knew Yansheng was never like that; he was proud and confident, and never easily revealed his vulnerability.

But now, he's like a wronged child, crying to her on the phone.

For a fleeting moment, she felt she was about to unjustly forgive him.

Bars abroad are a mixed bag, with all sorts of people.

Yansheng is drunk and lacks judgment. What if something happens to him?

Thinking of this, she picked up her bag, quickly walked out of the flower shop, and said into the phone as she walked, "Yansheng, don't move. Tell me which bar you are in? I'm coming to find you now."

"You...you're coming?" Yan Sheng still sounded a little confused. "Didn't you say you didn't want to see me?"

"Yes, I'm just bored!"

She was a little embarrassed and annoyed by his words, "If you don't want me to come, I'm hanging up."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up!" Yan Sheng quickly said, giving the name and address of a bar, "I'm next to the bar, wearing a black jacket..."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there."

Wen Hanyun hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, gave the driver her address, and urged him to hurry.

Her mind was in turmoil the whole way.

She tried to find excuses for herself, saying that she went to save Yansheng only out of humanitarianism, because she didn't want to see him get into trouble, and it had nothing to do with feelings.

But only she knew that she had never truly let go of him...

A dozen minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a bar.

As soon as I got off the bus, I heard deafening music coming from inside, mixed with the laughter and joking of men and women, and a rather unpleasant smell of smoke.

Wen Hanyun frowned, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The bar was dimly lit, and there were many moving figures everywhere.

She looked towards the bar and soon spotted Yansheng.

He was wearing a black suit jacket with the collar slightly open, his hair a little messy, and he was sitting alone at the bar with several empty bottles in front of him.

His profile looked particularly forlorn in the dim light, his eyes staring blankly ahead. If he weren't still breathing, he would have been mistaken for a statue.

Just as Wen Hanyun was about to walk over, she saw two foreign girls holding wine glasses walk up to Yan Sheng's side.

One of the girls tried to strike up a conversation with him, but when he didn't respond, she reached out to hook his chin.

Yan Sheng frowned, wanting to stop him, but he was drunk and his reactions were somewhat slow, so he could only barely avoid it.

Another girl took the opportunity to sit next to him, trying to get closer to him to talk.

Seeing this, Wen Hanyun felt a surge of anger rising within her. She strode over, stretched out her long legs, and squeezed between Yan Sheng and the two girls.

"Please stay away from him."

Wen Hanyun communicated fluently in English.

The two foreign girls were clearly taken aback by the sudden appearance of someone and paused for a moment.

One of the girls looked Wen Hanyun up and down, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "He's your man? He doesn't look like he has a girlfriend."

"What's it to you?" Wen Hanyun's eyes grew even colder. "I'll say it again, leave here immediately, or I'll call security."

Her aura was too powerful. The two foreign girls exchanged a glance, and although they were somewhat unwilling, they did not want to cause trouble, so they had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

Watching them walk away, Wen Hanyun turned around and looked at Yan Sheng.

He had already raised his head, looking at her with a dazed expression, his cheeks flushed, clearly very drunk.

"Hanyun? Is it really you..." He murmured her name again and again, "You really came..."

In order to get rid of Yan Sheng as soon as possible, Wen Hanyun had not carefully observed his face.

Upon seeing it now, she was immediately stunned.

How long has it been since Yansheng had a good night's sleep in order to come to Y country to find her?

The usually gentle and handsome man now had a face covered in grayish-blue stubble. He didn't look like the head of the Yan family at all; instead, he looked like a dejected vagrant.

Looking at him like this, Wen Hanyun felt a pang of heartache.