At this point, Kong Wenjie paused, as if he was recalling that time. Then he continued, "After arriving in Ningguta, my brother and I had adults to rely on, and we lived a very comfortable life. But her life became even more difficult, as she had to take care of a half-dead paraplegic. She also had to take care of the livelihood of two people. A sixteen-year-old girl who didn't know how to dress, but was a good worker. Her calluses on her hands were not much better than mine, a martial artist. She wore open-toed cloth shoes all day long, and worked hard to support two people in this desolate place of Ningguta. I really felt sorry for her."
It was the first time Fang Chengyin heard Kong Wenjie say so many words in one breath. The one she didn't want to talk about was another woman. She swallowed her saliva with unspeakable pain in her heart. Then she asked, "What about now? Are you still heartbroken?"
"I don't feel bad anymore." Kong Wenjie smiled and shook his head. He added, "She has found a good man. She is living a good life. I am happy for her."
"Then...then why didn't you become her lover?" Fang Chengyin looked at the gentle smile on his face and felt really bad.
"It's probably because I don't like her enough," Kong Wenjie laughed at himself, and then said, "I knew what kind of life she was living, but I never thought of saving her from the sea of suffering. At most, I felt sorry for her and helped her occasionally. In fact, it was me who pushed her into the mud pit. In fact, I had no position and no qualifications to like her from the beginning. Besides, I was not the one who pulled her out of the pit later. I was really ashamed of myself, and my previous love turned into a blessing."
Yes, it was because he didn't like her enough that he could never put Meiya first. His future, his face and his brother would never allow or tolerate Meiya, so he could only keep it in his heart, compressing that little bit of liking over and over again, to the point that later on he couldn't tell whether it was love or guilt.
The most important thing is that he knows that looking into Meiya's clear and bright eyes, he will say sorry or wish you the best, but he will never be able to say I love you in his life.
Yes, I really just don’t like it that much.
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"Then why are you still... still so close to her?" Fang Chengyin knew that Kong Wenjie did not lie to her. Although she still felt a little uncomfortable, she finally let it go. But when she thought of the scene she saw today, she felt unhappy again.
"Intimate? When?" Kong Wenjie frowned, "How could I be intimate with the Madam?"
"Madam?" Fang Chengyin was startled. "What Madam?"
"It's Meiya," Kong Wenjie explained, "She and the deposed crown prince got married on May 20th. Why? Didn't the prefect tell you?"
"How should I know? Dad never tells me these things," Fang Chengyin muttered, glancing at Kong Wenjie again, lowering her head and whispering, "Besides, aren't we going to Changbai Mountain on May 20th?"
Kong Wenjie looked at her flushed cheeks, feeling extremely sweet in his heart. He knew that she had misunderstood today, which was why she was fighting and making a fuss. She even didn't eat for the whole day because of him. Kong Wenjie felt distressed, so he immediately took a bowl and filled Fang Chengyin with a bowl of pork bone soup, put it on the table, and said, "It's getting cold, drink it quickly."
"Oh," Fang Chengyin felt embarrassed, but looking at the thick, white, fragrant and smooth pork bone soup, she finally sat down at the table obediently. While picking up the bowl, she said to Kong Wenjie, "You sit down and drink with us."
"I won't drink anymore. I have to hurry back," Kong Wenjie shook his head and put the rice on the tray in front of Fang Chengyin. "Eat more. No matter how angry you are in the future, you can't go hungry, understand?"
"Who's angry?" Fang Chengyin was a little annoyed, but seeing that Kong Wenjie was willing to sit down, she was reluctant to let him go, "Are you leaving now?"
"I've been out for a long time. I can't leave without someone there," Kong Wenjie was reluctant to leave, but he had to go, so he said goodbye to Fang Chengyin, "Have a good meal, I'm leaving."
"Then why did you bring me so much soup? I thought you wanted to eat with me." Fang Chengyin looked at the full bowl of soup, feeling both sweet and sad.
"As soon as it's cooked, I'll serve it all to you." Kong Wenjie touched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.
"You served it all to me?" Fang Chengyin's eyes suddenly widened, and then she asked cautiously, "You didn't leave any for them? What are they going to eat tonight?"
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