Surprisingly, Gu Yuan didn't find her annoying and allowed her to sit there. Tonight, he was unusually gentle, unlike before when he was always cold to her and wished he could never see her again.
Under the lights, Fu Hange and he raised their glasses and drank together. The red wine wasn't as strong as the wine Tang Qiang had served at the last banquet; instead, it made them feel even more confused.
Her cheeks started to burn, and she knew she couldn't drink anymore, but Fu Hange kept pouring herself drinks, hoping that getting drunk would give her a solution to the problem at hand.
Her eyes were glazed with intoxication, and her pupils had become dark and bright. Gu Yuan asked her, "Do you want to go back?"
Without even thinking, she answered, "I don't know."
She truly didn't know. Staying here was impossible, and even if she could, what could she do? Abandon her business? But if she went back, wouldn't she and Gu Yuan become like before? What would happen to her child, and Gu Yuan's child?
With too many overwhelming things piling up, Fu Hange didn't want to think about them. She simply gulped down the wine in her glass, let out a long breath, and then laughed again: "You must really want to go back, right? To go back and see Bai Xin."
I don't know where she got the courage, but she actually questioned Gu Yuan like that. Maybe she was feeling too wronged, keeping everything bottled up inside, and wanted to vent it out through alcohol.
Gu Yuan didn't rush to answer her. Instead, his face was heavy and he looked exhausted. His eyes were unfathomable, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.
After a long silence, Gu Yuan, his breath reeking of alcohol, spoke: "I don't want to go back either."
For a moment, Fu Hange even thought she had misheard. Gu Yuan didn't want to go back? Didn't want to see Bai Xin? But that seemed absurd. Why wouldn't he want to go back? Perhaps he was just talking nonsense while drunk, like her.
The snow was still falling wildly, and Gu Yuan's thoughts were drawn back to sixteen years ago.
That night, as the city lights began to twinkle and day gave way to night, the last remaining crimson glow on the horizon was about to fade, a silent testament to the impending end of a life.
28th floor rooftop
A man in his early forties stood there overlooking the entire city of C, or rather, taking his "last look" at the city. A slight, self-deprecating smile played on his lips, perhaps mocking his misplaced trust, or perhaps laughing at his own cowardice, his lack of courage to face defeat. He remained silent for a few minutes, snowflakes gently landing on his shoulder. He turned his head, brushing the snow away. He leaned forward slowly, then leaped off the ground. With a deafening roar, everything settled.
Throughout the entire process, he maintained a slight smile, but his heart was filled with indescribable sorrow. Yes, the snow was so white and so pure, yet people's hearts were so filthy.
This quickly caused a commotion. Some screamed, some were shocked, some expressed regret, some sympathy, and many more were simply watching the spectacle. Most of the people's expressions remained largely unchanged. However, it was difficult to notice a ten-year-old boy in the crowd, his eyes bloodshot, his hands clenched into fists. He had witnessed his father lying coldly before him…
He had kept this story hidden in his heart for many years, but today, the sight of it stirred up painful memories. It was all about the tragic experiences of his childhood.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Gu Yuan touched his face and asked Fu Hange with red eyes, "Do you think I'm ruthless?"
Perhaps because she was drunk, Fu Hange nodded with a silly smile, completely true to herself. Because in her heart, Gu Yuan was a ruthless person who would stop at nothing. But she also knew that Gu Yuan also had a gentle side, just like now, it was just that others didn't understand.
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