Chapter 63 Chapter 3

Engel only learned of Ruo Ruo's decision at dinner three days later.

He was stunned for a long time before he casually asked, "Is it because of the nightmare that night?"

It has to be said that his intuition is sharp. When Ruo Ruo specifically reminded him not to investigate her and her friends, he knew that something he didn't want to see might happen.

He had anticipated this day from the beginning, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

But he quickly adjusted his mood and said, "Well, then I wish my angel all the best and a happy return home."

There seems to be an ocean hidden in the light blue eyes, which, though melancholy and sad, can accommodate everything.

He stood up, found a bottle of red wine, opened it, poured himself a full glass, and drank it in one gulp.

What made him sad was not the separation, but the fact that Ruoruo only told her about this today. She must have already submitted an application for early graduation.

She still didn't believe him.

Well, even he doesn't believe in himself.

If he knew the news before Ruoruo submitted the application, he couldn't say whether he would resort to some tricks.

But the fact that Ruoruo chose to tell him only now, and even deliberately asked him to meet outside, was enough to show that Ruoruo was determined to leave. It was difficult to keep someone who wanted to leave, no matter what you did.

He will not give up his pursuit, but at the same time he will not impose restrictions on the person he loves in the name of love.

Ruo Ruo deserves a wider world to do everything she wants. And he will always be her most loyal knight.

"It's partly because of that nightmare, and partly because I have to return to my hometown sooner or later."

"Yeah." Engel Howard suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and nodded, indicating that he understood.

He actually wanted to ask her what he meant to her and whether she would completely forget him after returning home, but he couldn't bring himself to ask.

They were just friends, friends to whom he had confessed his love countless times but was rejected every time.

But he couldn't help feeling sad. He had been with her for five years, and during these five years, he had domineeringly and forcefully driven away any flies that might appear around Ruoruo, whether Ruoruo knew or not. Now it was finally time to separate. Even though he had already prepared for this day and knew that he would never be separated from Ruoruo for too long, he still felt unhappy.

The most important thing is that he feels inferior in front of Ruoruo, because he has never dared to ask Ruoruo a question, that is, whether in her eyes, all Westerners are not so attractive in appearance.

After all, Ruoruo seemed to only like things from China apart from painting, and he was afraid that the same might be true of his views on "people".

After finishing their meal, Ruo Ruo and Enge took advantage of the evening breeze to stroll home. This was a time Enge looked forward to and cherished greatly. Whenever such an opportunity came, Enge felt particularly happy, but today was an exception.

"Enge, thank you for your help over the years." When they were almost home, Ruo Ruo suddenly spoke.

Enge's heart instantly lifted. In the past, Ruo Ruo had never thanked him so formally. He always felt that this was a tacit understanding between them that had never been expressed out loud.

But then Ruo Ruo continued, "I painted a picture some time ago. It was originally for myself, but suddenly I wanted to give it to you. If you don't mind, can you come with me to get it?"

Engel finally breathed a sigh of relief, which even turned into anticipation. "Of course, it's my honor."

As long as Ruo Ruo doesn't want to completely draw a line between him and her, that's fine.

He particularly liked every one of Ruoruo's paintings.

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However, when he actually saw the painting, he was still deeply attracted, just like the feeling when he first saw Ruoruo, a sense of fate.

The content of the painting is very simple, and some parts can even be obviously seen to be a bit sloppy, of course some parts seem to be extremely detailed.

It was just a dim room, or you could say it was just a small corner of the room. The corner even seemed to be tightly sealed by messy cabinets, desks and other shabby furniture. In an inconspicuous place, there seemed to be a piece of clothing.

Ruoruo's paintings are rarely so realistic, except for those of people.

Her previous paintings always seemed bright and sunny, but revealed a hint of unconcealable gloom. However, this painting did not disguise the artist's emotions at all. Instead, it was as if it directly cut open the artist's heart, revealing a thick and dark atmosphere.

There are no windows, and no sunlight or moonlight can penetrate. One can feel the chaos, entanglement, loneliness, and fear at a glance...but it is also so reassuring, as if it is a safe base that can be relied on by a person in the end.

The more Engel watched, the more absorbed he became.

It is said that people should not be too obsessed with the past, but for the parties involved, the pain and darkness of the past are extremely difficult to make up for.

Especially the misfortunes encountered in childhood.

Engel had always been able to accept the existence of such negative emotions. Before he met Ruo Ruo, every day he wished he could chop up that old man who gave birth to him but didn't raise him and feed him to the dogs.

At that time, I seemed to have two personalities. One was the one who successfully escaped from the base alive, strong, tough and ruthless; the other was the child who was afraid of this world.

Those who come out of this fight can face everything bravely, be crazy or calm, seek revenge or let go, but for a child who has endured pain, even if he becomes stronger in the future, it has nothing to do with him anymore.

Engel once thought that it would never be possible for someone to travel across time and space to comfort his past self and tell him "it's okay."

Everything in the past is over, and that weak child remains in the past forever.

Even after meeting Ruoruo, he seemed to have found the meaning of continuing to live, but the injured child was just sealed in his heart. They drifted further and further apart, and perhaps one day Enge would no longer remember little Enge.

But it is undeniable that little Engel will always exist in Engel's heart.

"I love this painting," little Engel said to him.

If you can have such a safe base in this unfriendly world, without being discovered or noticed, it is a very lucky thing, even though it is messy and small.

Little Enger is still unhappy, but he doesn't seem to be as miserable and lonely anymore.

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Engel suddenly felt relieved.

He was thankful that God let him meet Ruoruo, and he was also thankful for his choice.

"I know you will like it." Ruo Ruo said softly as she looked at him intently.

"Of course, of course I like it." But the next second, Enger was stunned, even a little at a loss.

"Ruoruo, I... I didn't mean it..." So Ruoruo had seen through him a long time ago? That's right, Ruoruo had always been very intelligent, especially in her ability to understand people's hearts.

Normal people may not like such paintings.

"Okay, I'm going to go back and finish my graduation work. Engel has his own things to do, right?" After all, during the meal, his phone lit up many times on the table, with calls coming in one after another, although he didn't answer any of them, and didn't even look at them. "So Engel, get busy too!"

"I...ok." His thin red lips opened and closed, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

He wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

As for the incoming calls on his phone, the only thing that mattered to him was Ruoruo. So whenever he was about to meet with Ruoruo, he would manually turn his phone to silent mode, and then turn it back on when they were apart. He just didn't expect that Ruoruo would actually notice the phone he didn't pay attention to.

"Good night, Nge."

"Ruoruo, good night."

Turning around, Enge's mouth corners involuntarily rose, and he held the painting carefully in his arms. It turned out that Ruoruo didn't dislike him like this.

But he also has to speed up the process. Now that Ruoruo has returned to China, he can't stay here alone for too long.

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H Airport in Country Y.

Time passed quickly, and Ruoruo's graduation procedures went unexpectedly smoothly.

Still only Engel Howard stood beside Ruo Ruo to see her off.

There's no way around it. Ruoruo only has him as her friend in this foreign country.

During these five years, Ruo Ruo had been pursued by other men, and even by women, each of whom passionately expressed their love for her. But the more this happened, the more difficult it became for Ruo Ruo to socialize normally. Fortunately, she didn't enjoy socializing at all. Enger had only taken the liberty of helping her get rid of those annoying suitors, knowing she was annoyed.

As for ordinary friends, huh, looking at Ruoruo's face, how many people wouldn't have the thought of crossing the line? Even if there were, Ruoruo had no intention of making any friends. After all, making friends is an extremely energy-consuming task. Not to mention, many customs here are different from those in China, so making friends requires even more effort.

Ruoruo doesn't have that much energy.

From their unexpected encounter five years ago to their separation today, Enger felt as if time had flown by in the blink of an eye. That amazing encounter seemed like yesterday.

"Don't you really need my friend's private jet?" Even though his true face was seen by Ruo Ruo, Eng still insisted on his friend's theory.

"No need, no need to trouble you like this...my friend."

"Then can I go to China to find you?" Enger had the urge to get on the plane directly with them.

"Of course, if you have taken care of your affairs."

"Maybe by then I'll want to fall in love?"

After saying this, Ruo Ruo smiled playfully, took the suitcase from his hand, and walked inside with it.

Only Eng was left standing there, with a variety of expressions on his face. Sometimes he smiled like a fool, and sometimes he looked serious, with a hint of worry in his eyes.