"Late night, late night..."
He knelt on one knee by the bed, as if Song Xingwan were still lying in bed, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the pile of pillows on the headboard, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Ling Mo, leaning against the bedroom door, looked at Huo Yunting's desolate back with a complicated expression. It felt as if a huge stone was lodged in his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
During this period, Huo Yunting became visibly haggard, losing nearly 40 pounds, until he turned into a skeleton that couldn't hold any flesh.
She could clearly feel his pain and guilt, but the entanglement between him and Song Xingwan could not be resolved with just an apology.
Furthermore, she is not Song Xingwan and cannot make any decisions for Song Xingwan.
After all, Song Xingwan's psychological burden was no less than his. The pain of family revenge coupled with the forced violation had clearly caused Song Xingwan immense harm.
Now that Song Xingwan has fled to M Continent, it is undoubtedly a relief for her. Since she does not want to have any further contact with Huo Yunting, Ling Mo naturally will not reveal her whereabouts to him.
The only thing Ling Mo could do was to personally deliver the letter that Song Xingwan had left for Huo Yunting.
"Huo Yunting, your letter."
After taking a deep breath, Ling Mo finally knocked on the bedroom door.
"Third sister-in-law... Wanwan really doesn't want me anymore, right?"
Huo Yunting slowly came back to his senses, staring blankly at the letter in Ling Mo's hand. His originally deep and clear voice was now hoarse and unrecognizable.
"..."
Ling Mo pursed his lips and remained silent.
She knew in her heart that Song Xingwan still deeply loved Huo Yunting until the flight took off. However, in the short term, Song Xingwan was not yet able to face this relationship that had left her so wounded.
Seeing Ling Mo's silent silence, Huo Yunting instantly understood that Song Xingwan truly didn't want him anymore.
The thought that he might never see Song Xingwan again in this lifetime made Huo Yunting's mood even more depressed.
After receiving the letter, he simply locked himself in the bathroom, refusing to speak, ignoring everyone, and even completely losing his will to live.
"Third Master, why don't you stay and keep him company? I have to go to the station with Dad. My grandma and uncle should be arriving soon." Ling Mo glanced at the wall clock and looked at Qin Beiming with some difficulty.
In order to leave a good impression on his grandmother, Qin Beiming specially changed into a clean and smart outfit and spent most of the morning looking in the mirror.
But Huo Yunting was in a vulnerable state, and he couldn't ignore it. After hesitating for a moment, he could only reply heavily:
"That's all we can do."
About seven or eight hours later, Huo Yunting, who had been feeling dejected for most of the day, finally mustered up his courage and carefully opened Song Xingwan's handwritten letter.
The ink on the letter was still wet, and you could even vaguely see the tear stains on the paper.
This suggests that Song Xingwan was in a state of extreme pain and struggle when she wrote this letter.
Huo Yunting stared intently at the letter, the image of Song Xingwan writing furiously under the warm glow of the desk lamp already etched into his mind...
"Brother Yunting, do you still remember when we first met, this is how I addressed you?"
At that time, I was pathetic, miserable, timid, and insecure.
And you back then were clean, noble, confident, and warm.
The stark contrast made me increasingly self-conscious, to the point that I dared not even look you in the eye.
At first, I thought you would be like everyone else, kicking me when I'm down, taking me home just for novelty, and throwing me back into the trash heap after you're done playing with me.
Unexpectedly, you didn't insult me with filthy words like those who bullied me before, nor did you avoid me like those selfish relatives.
Three years later, I still remember what you said: From now on, Brother Yunting will be your support.
Hearing your promise, I was so happy that I forgot myself, thinking that I had found my place in this world and that I could rely on this person for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, not long after, the support I thought would never crumble suddenly collapsed overnight. Almost instantly, I became Song Xingwan again, with my family destroyed and adrift and helpless.
Everyone is calling me shameless, but honestly, I've heard that kind of talk so many times that I don't care at all.
I only care about your attitude.
I thought you would defend me as you always have, but to my surprise, you believed their lies and slapped me hard in front of a room full of monsters and demons.
Perhaps, from that moment on, I should have hardened my heart and completely broken ties with you. But somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to hate you.
I originally wanted to ask you in person:
Do you still stand by what you said? You promised to be my support for life, how could you just back out like that?
But when I met your cold gaze, I hesitated once again.
At that time, you were the high and mighty eldest son of the Huo family, while I was just a lowly girl from the slums.
You paid off my debts of over 100 million yuan. I should be grateful to you and do anything for you. What right do I have to question or criticize you?
So, the grievance stuck in his throat remained unspoken.
Although my love for you remains as strong as ever, I had lost the courage to take the initiative to embrace you.
To you, I am more like a toy you bought at great expense.
When you're happy, I have to share your happiness.
When you are angry, I calm myself down, afraid of accidentally upsetting you...
Soon, I grew tired of living such a cautious life and longed to see the outside world.
One cannot live a life solely for love.
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