Meng Qingxue continued to wash her clothes, her mind wandering aimlessly. It was not until Chu He had fallen asleep at around midnight, that she finished washing all her clothes and slowly hung them out to dry.
She returned to the ward and took out her phone. After hesitating for a long time, she finally tapped on Mu Yanchen’s number.
After a few rings, the call was disconnected.
Hearing the dead tone from the other end of the line, Meng Qingxue curled her lips coldly and called again. This time, Mu Yanchen was determined not to pick up her call. He did not even allow the phone to ring before disconnecting the call.
Meng Qingxue persevered and tried again.
Mu Yanchen hung up patiently.
However, Meng Qingxue was unbelievably persistent. At the 99th call, Mu Yanchen could no longer tolerate it. He picked up the call and roared, “Meng Qingxue, are you crazy?!”
From his tone, it seemed that he had drunk a little and was slightly tipsy. He sounded like an angry child.
The background was a little noisy.
She didn’t even have to think about it.
He must have gone to the bar for another drink.
For some reason, upon hearing his voice, Meng Qingxue’s initially calm expression finally gave way. Her eyes immediately reddened and her parched lips paused for a moment before she uttered his name. “Yanchen…”
“…”
“I miss you so much…”
As soon as she finished speaking, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
Meng Qingxue raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. She hated herself for not being able to get a hold on herself. She felt ridiculous that she was being this fragile.
Why was she such a disappointment?
She had been determined that once he had picked up the call, she would vent all the grievances and frustrations she had been feeling over the past few days.
However, the moment she heard his voice, she found herself caving.
Perhaps, it was because of her deep love that she was forced to retreat and compromise in the vortex of emotions.
Perhaps those who had never loved before would not understand how devastating it was, to lose someone.
Because she had loved too much, she was always in a subservient position in relationships.
Mu Yanchen was an egoistic and overbearing person, so he had his pride.
And she loved him so much that she could not even care about her own pride.
“I miss you. Where are you? I’ll go look for you.”
Mu Yanchen was stunned when he heard this. His voice suddenly became unsteady. “Don’t come looking for me… We’re done!”
Done!?
Meng Qingxue’s eyes widened abruptly. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Mu Yanchen sneer, “Qingxue, it’s because I don’t have the ability. I can’t be like my insufferably arrogant Second Brother and give my woman a carefree and happy life! I have a clear conscience about you, but… the words you said the other day are still stuck in my throat… I can’t figure it out, I can’t figure out… why… you should perceive me that way…”
Mu Yanchen’s voice was hoarse. He suddenly gritted his teeth and hung up.
It’s not like that…
It’s not like that at all…
Meng Qingxue suddenly stood up and grabbed her bag tightly. As she rushed out of the door, she quickly dialed his number. However, no matter how many times she called him, he disconnected the call each time.
He was not answering her calls!
Was he really going to end this relationship?!
Meng Qingxue continued to wash her clothes, her mind wandering aimlessly. It was not until Chu He had fallen asleep at around midnight, that she finished washing all her clothes and slowly hung them out to dry.
She returned to the ward and took out her phone. After hesitating for a long time, she finally tapped on Mu Yanchen’s number.
After a few rings, the call was disconnected.
Hearing the dead tone from the other end of the line, Meng Qingxue curled her lips coldly and called again. This time, Mu Yanchen was determined not to pick up her call. He did not even allow the phone to ring before disconnecting the call.
Meng Qingxue persevered and tried again.
Mu Yanchen hung up patiently.
However, Meng Qingxue was unbelievably persistent. At the 99th call, Mu Yanchen could no longer tolerate it. He picked up the call and roared, “Meng Qingxue, are you crazy?!”
From his tone, it seemed that he had drunk a little and was slightly tipsy. He sounded like an angry child.
The background was a little noisy.
She didn’t even have to think about it.
He must have gone to the bar for another drink.
For some reason, upon hearing his voice, Meng Qingxue’s initially calm expression finally gave way. Her eyes immediately reddened and her parched lips paused for a moment before she uttered his name. “Yanchen…”
“…”
“I miss you so much…”
As soon as she finished speaking, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
Meng Qingxue raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. She hated herself for not being able to get a hold on herself. She felt ridiculous that she was being this fragile.
Why was she such a disappointment?
She had been determined that once he had picked up the call, she would vent all the grievances and frustrations she had been feeling over the past few days.
However, the moment she heard his voice, she found herself caving.
Perhaps, it was because of her deep love that she was forced to retreat and compromise in the vortex of emotions.
Perhaps those who had never loved before would not understand how devastating it was, to lose someone.
Because she had loved too much, she was always in a subservient position in relationships.
Mu Yanchen was an egoistic and overbearing person, so he had his pride.
And she loved him so much that she could not even care about her own pride.
“I miss you. Where are you? I’ll go look for you.”
Mu Yanchen was stunned when he heard this. His voice suddenly became unsteady. “Don’t come looking for me… We’re done!”
Done!?
Meng Qingxue’s eyes widened abruptly. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Mu Yanchen sneer, “Qingxue, it’s because I don’t have the ability. I can’t be like my insufferably arrogant Second Brother and give my woman a carefree and happy life! I have a clear conscience about you, but… the words you said the other day are still stuck in my throat… I can’t figure it out, I can’t figure out… why… you should perceive me that way…”
Mu Yanchen’s voice was hoarse. He suddenly gritted his teeth and hung up.
It’s not like that…
It’s not like that at all…
Meng Qingxue suddenly stood up and grabbed her bag tightly. As she rushed out of the door, she quickly dialed his number. However, no matter how many times she called him, he disconnected the call each time.
He was not answering her calls!
Was he really going to end this relationship?!
