The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

She rushed back to the bedroom.

Indeed, a note was pressed on the desk.

Nowadays, there aren’t many who still leave notes. But this was unmistakably written by Huang Xiaojue.

"Xixi, I’m much better now, you don’t need to worry about my injuries. These past half a month have been the happiest time of my life. When I was injured, I thought the entire world had completely crumbled, but because of you, I’ve come back to life..."

When he stood beneath the viewing platform at Harvard, enduring pain, life began to grow anew.

At that time, he had no expectations, only wishing to take one last distant glance and leave, for he knew she no longer belonged to him, she had her own world... Yet, amidst the crowded ocean of people, she left solitary, in such an unnoticed setting, seeing him—this was fate, also an unspoken understanding—

Her feelings for him were deeper than he imagined.

Sufficient enough—not needing to be love—just requiring that in critical moments, she thinks you’re worth sacrificing everything for, sufficient enough.

So, she disregarded honor, disregarded the urge to return, disregarded others’ expectations—even if it were half a year, she would have waited and cared without a complaint, without a word.

"I’ll first go to accompany my father, I don’t want him worrying about me in his later years. Perhaps after a while, we will move to another place. Xixi, you don’t need to worry about me, nor look for me. Once I am completely settled, I’ll tell you the news. Rest assured, I’ll live better than you imagine. You should go back, don’t stay here alone. Solitude ages one prematurely, especially women, only where there’s a home is there joy, go back."

"Xixi, don’t worry."

At the end, there’s precisely the signature "Xiaojue."

That’s his unique handwriting, once practiced with a pen, strong and vigorous. Nowadays, few can write so beautifully.

This was one of his special skills, like the first love letter he gave her; short, but the handwriting was beautiful, she liked it at first glance.

Yan Xixi clutched the thin piece of paper, tears flowing like rain.

Indeed, he said he wouldn’t leave without a word.

Yet, this is how he left.

He came quietly, and left silently.

Like a ghost, as if he would never appear in your world again.

She collapsed, suddenly feeling completely empty.

Mind, thoughts, worries... once filled with countless things, now everything is vacant.

The phone rang; it was Li Zhen calling.

He doesn’t call often, but always stays in touch.

"Is Huang Family’s cousin’s injury not serious?"

She mechanically replied, "It’s better."

"Do you need anything else? I’ll bring you some tomorrow..."

She then remembered, it’s the weekend again.

"No need. Li Zhen, don’t trouble yourself, thank you already."

"It’s just a small effort. Yan Xixi, you don’t need to be polite with me. I’ll bring you some daily necessities and medications tomorrow..."

"Really no need..." She paused, then said the truth, "He’s already gone..."

Li Zhen was momentarily stunned but not surprised.

After a moment, he sighed deeply, "Well... that’s expected. Yan Xixi, what are you planning?"

She didn’t know how to respond.

He suddenly realized, "Yan Xixi, are you still staying there alone?"

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