No one was around.
Her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly she ran out frantically: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."
There was surprisingly no one in the garden.
She was bewildered: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue... Where are you? Xiaojue..."
She stopped at the corner.
Across from her, Huang Xiaojue emerged from a tall shrub, staring straight at her.
Clearly, he saw her stumbling, looking lost and forlorn.
She was anxious: "Xiaojue, where did you go? You scared me to death, I thought you were gone... Really..."
On her forehead, a layer of fine sweat appeared: "You scared me to death, how can you be alone like this? Without even a word, it’s so annoying..."
She kept scolding and blaming him, and suddenly his heart twitched with an uncontrollable longing of pain—Xixi, are you afraid I’ll leave quietly, without saying goodbye?
She is always worried about him.
Even if not out of love anymore, but that kind of bond far exceeds love.
Her face was pale, she rushed forward a few steps to support him, resentful: "I’ve been looking for you everywhere and couldn’t find you, it really scared me... Xiaojue, you don’t know, these days I’ve always been afraid, sometimes afraid Zhou Ting and the others will find someone to harm you, sometimes afraid your wound will worsen... Ah... I’m sorry, I’m just too worried..."
He stared at her.
On the summer evening, when she rushed out from the kitchen, her forehead was still sweaty, and she carried a faint smell of oil and smoke... But this scent surpassed the most expensive perfume in the world, faint and fragrant, refreshing to the soul. He thought, for the rest of his life, he could never forget this deeply haunting scent.
He suddenly felt very satisfied.
Is it so important to have love?
Between men and women, the cycle of separation and reunion, love, always fades one day, yet there is a kind of bond that lasts a lifetime, across mountains and rivers, far reaches, never blocked, occasionally waking up in the midnight, a knowing smile, isn’t this far better than endless entanglement?
"Oh, Xiaojue, your wound hasn’t healed yet... Look, you sweat after just a short walk, if it gets hot and infected, it’s not good. Where do you want to go, you must tell me, I’ll accompany you... Understand?"
He smiled and nodded.
Xixi, you don’t know: I would never leave without a word, letting you suffer and worry.
Even if leaving, I would tell you.
Because, you might not know, that dreadful feeling when you left me twice.
The first time, her mother passed away, he missed it due to circumstances, and this separation lasted two years, never having the chance to meet again, no matter how much searching, how much effort, it was all in vain.
The second time was after she fought with her mother, she hid in a hotel and refused to show her face, not answering calls, not giving any chance to explain, directly ending their relationship.
Her nature decided that she was such a decisive person. But what about himself? He simply couldn’t do it.
He could never be so decisive, let alone let her bear the consequences of such a scare alone in a foreign country. At that time and place, he had only her.
She kept muttering: "Xiaojue, after your wound heals, wherever you want to go, I can accompany you, don’t wander around, making me worry..."
"Do you want to go somewhere for a trip? Yellowstone Park? I’ve always wanted to go, but never had the chance... I really want to go... How about we go for a trip when you’re better?"
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