Chapter 96 Jiang Zhi Extra 4 (Previous Life)
Jiang Zhi could hear it.
Mingzhu's compliment was just a casual remark.
Light and airy, like a cloud or a gust of wind.
It was a very ordinary everyday conversation between her and that guy.
But it is just such a sentence.
But it made his heart, which had been silent for many years, feel at peace.
Suddenly, he jumped violently and uncontrollably.
He almost subconsciously lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze.
The gaze dropped.
But impartial.
It fell on the uniquely designed ring on her finger.
Mingzhu noticed his gaze, smiled and raised her hand, her tone excited and a little naive.
"Isn't it beautiful? We're getting engaged soon."
The hand was slender and white, with soft and distinct knuckles.
Her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, with a healthy light pink sheen.
The ring on her finger made her hand look even more slender and beautiful.
Maybe it was some kind of tacit understanding.
Perhaps there is no one in this world who knows himself better than him.
Jiang Zhi recognized it at a glance.
This ring should have been designed by Jiang Zhi himself.
It embodies his most cherished emotions.
A clumsy but sincere, concrete love.
Jiang Zhi couldn't explain what was churning deep in his heart.
This kind of unconcealed, almost burning sincerity.
It was something he had lost or hidden over the long years.
Fortunately, the ability to hide one's emotions over the years has been ingrained in my bones.
Jiang Zhi heard himself answer in an extremely steady and gentle voice: "It looks very good. I wish you happiness."
"Thank you!" Mingzhu accepted his blessing frankly, her smile so bright that it was almost dazzling.
The living room fell into a brief silence for a moment.
Mingzhu looked out the window at the night that was getting darker and darker, and sleepiness gradually came over her.
She whispered, "I want to sleep."
Jiang Zhi glanced at the time, feeling a little dazed.
Just sitting here with her and talking.
Those times were originally so long and difficult to endure.
It passed by so quickly without me noticing.
Jiang Zhi brought Mingzhu to a door and whispered, "Miss Ming, you can live in this room. It has all the necessary supplies."
This room was originally prepared by him for Jiang Li.
Unfortunately, he was never able to move in.
Mingzhu looked inside and nodded: "Okay."
She looked up at him and said in a sweet voice, "Good night, Jiang Zhi."
After saying that, she gently closed the door.
Jiang Zhi stood quietly outside the closed door for a while before slowly turning around and returning to the living room.
He picked up the glass she had just used.
Turn on the faucet.
The sound of flowing water is particularly clear in the quiet night.
He rinsed the walls of the cup carefully.
It seems that this can wash away certain thoughts that should not arise.
Regardless of Mingzhu's natural closeness to him.
He was still the Jiang Zhi she loved and the one she would spend her life with.
None of them is him.
Jiang Zhi felt like a despicable thief.
Greedily stealing the warmth and attention that did not belong to him.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but indulge in it and was reluctant to extricate himself.
But he is more sober than anyone else.
He was just...almost thirty years her senior.
A man with a long history of illnesses and a heart full of fatigue.
So he could only remind himself over and over again.
Mingzhu will eventually leave.
Completely and forever disappear from this world.
And by then, the house will return to silence.
He will also carry this unspeakable throbbing.
Continue to move towards the destination that has already been determined, without her.
In the early morning, sunlight fills the living room.
Mingzhu rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room in a daze.
She is not fully awake yet.
The hair is a little fluffy and messy.
The whole person looks soft.
The unfamiliar place made her sleep poorly all night.
Mingzhu caught a glimpse of the tall and familiar figure standing by the bar.
She leaned over lazily without thinking.
She gently rested her face on his broad back and murmured sleepily, "Jiang Zhi, you got up so early. I didn't sleep well... Why didn't you sleep with me?"
Jiang Zhi froze in place.
He dropped his eyes.
His eyes fell on the slender white arm she had wrapped around his waist.
Through the shirt.
Jiang Zhi could clearly feel the soft touch of her cheek and her warm breath.
His Adam's apple rolled suddenly, and he forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart. He tried to keep his voice steady and reminded, "Miss Ming."
Mingzhu was startled when she heard the voice, and then she finally woke up.
She quickly withdrew her hand and took a half step back, her ears feeling a little hot: "...Sorry, I was confused in my sleep."
The warmth left, but there were still traces of warmth left on his back, lingering.
Jiang Zhi turned around, his expression had returned to normal, and his tone was calm: "It's okay. Breakfast is ready, you can eat."
"Yeah," Mingzhu nodded, walked towards the dining table, and added, "Just call me Mingzhu."
Jiang Zhi’s house is actually not that big.
But he lives alone.
It still exudes a sense of desolation, a well-maintained but deserted atmosphere, with little breath of life.
He sat opposite her.
The two of them ate breakfast quietly.
After just one bite, Mingzhu couldn't help but look up at him and asked, "Did you make this?"
Although the taste was slightly different from what she was familiar with.
But the underlying feeling can't be deceived.
This is the taste that only Jiang Zhi can make.
"It's delicious." She said with a smile, a soft curve in the corners of her eyes.
Jiang Zhi's fingers holding the cutlery paused slightly.
Over the years.
The skills he was forced to learn by life.
It turns out that it can also be exchanged for a compliment.
"Thank you," he whispered back.
Jiang Zhi wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.
He had never been with a woman like this before.
He is boring and taciturn.
Life has been worn down by reality to become cold, hard and monotonous.
After dinner, Mingzhu saw a lot of shopping bags in the living room.
Jiang Zhi explained:
"These are the spare clothes I've prepared according to the sizes you mentioned yesterday. They've been cleaned and disinfected. You can take a look and see if they suit you."
Mingzhu walked over and flipped through it.
They are all basic styles with good texture.
The colors are gentle and the styles are elegant.
"Thank you, I like it very much." She picked up the bag and smiled at him, "Then I'll go change my clothes first."
Mingzhu turned and left.
She was wearing pajamas that didn't quite fit her and were taken from the closet.
Jiang Zhi looked at her back.
He realized it clearly again.
Mingzhu's casualness and indifference.
Precisely because she never truly belonged here.
And it would never belong to...him.
Mingzhu changed her clothes and came out.
Jiang Zhi was also dressed neatly.
His eyes lingered on her briefly.
She was wearing clothes that he had chosen himself.
"Are you going to the company?" Mingzhu asked.
"Yeah," Jiang Zhi nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "Will you be bored...staying alone? Do you want to go with me?"
Mingzhu's eyes lit up slightly: "Is it okay?"
"Of course," he heard himself answer.
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