Chapter 2383 - 11: Come Back, Please

Wubai...

These two words are all that remain in my mind.

Wubai never spoke so openly to her before, she covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face. Wubai always arranged everything for her meticulously, yet there was very little psychological exchange. Often, whether he was happy or unhappy, satisfied or unsatisfied, she had to guess, ponder, and observe his expressions on her own.

These thirteen letters were treasured like precious jewels, pressed closely to her heart, wishing she could hide these letters, even every word, in the deepest corners of her being.

Wubai... softly whispering his name, not knowing if there was more happiness or more conflict in her heart, her legs seemingly out of control, longing to dash out of the villa, out of this quiet sanatorium, eager to immediately rush to Wubai’s side, hug him tightly, and tell him just how much agony, longing, and restraint she has endured these days.

His calls, his letters, his balloons, his kites, every meaning he wished to convey was like a deep whirlpool pulling her in, and she couldn’t resist. What should she do?

Wubai, tell me, what should I do?

I had clearly decided not to entangle with you anymore;

I had clearly decided not to rely on you anymore;

I had clearly decided not to trouble you anymore;

Yet, you make me feel it’s completely unnecessary to do so;

Yet, you make me feel I completely misunderstood your feelings;

Yet, you make me feel I can completely rely on you, occupy you, make you my only, and only allow you to make me your only.

Wubai, can I understand it this way?

Wubai, can I expect this way?

Wubai, can I throw myself into your embrace this way?

Suddenly, a crack of thunder, unknowingly the sky had turned overcast, as if a torrential downpour was about to break loose.

Wubai and Zun Zun looked up at the sky as the fierce wind howled through the sanatorium, blowing the colorful balloons into disarray, tearing the strings holding the kites.

Zun Zun cursed: "Even heaven doesn’t help you, Wubai, just how bad is your lot to be this unlucky?"

After painstakingly crafting all these balloons and kites, a gust of wind ruined everything, making all the effort for naught.

Zun Zun tidied his windblown hair: "Let’s go, we’ll figure something out, it’s about to rain, staying won’t do any good."

Wubai stood on the bridge, staring at the sky, then shifted his gaze to the bridge’s end, looking intently.

Little Ai, do you really not intend to come out?

Little Ai, are you really so disappointed in me, so lacking in confidence in this relationship, are you in despair?

Despair about what? I truly can’t understand!

We’ve been through so many years, with countless little moments in life, do you really still not trust my feelings? Do you really think you’re a burden to me? What must I do for you to reignite hope in our relationship?

You have your little box, filled with so many cherished memories, do you not even have confidence in the things inside that box?

His hand slipped into his pocket, finding a diamond ring that has never left him since the day Little Ai left, he wanted to slide that ring onto her ring finger – is there truly no longer any chance?

Suddenly, the rain pattered onto him, Zun Zun sought shelter in the car, watching the heartbroken Wubai. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, feeling restless, why is love so troublesome?