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In the next moment, he quickly tightened his grip on Xia Wanling's wrist.
“Xia Wanling! What are you doing?! I’ve already promised to marry you, what more do you want?” Ling Ran looked down at her from above, while Wanling refused to lift her gaze to meet his.
If she had looked up at Ling Ran, she would have seen a man as high and mighty as he was revealing a look of sadness and despair, a look that arose solely because of her.
It felt as if all the strength in Wanling’s body had been drained away. She let go of the shards of glass in her hand and hung her head in defeat.
“President Ling, let me tell you what I want…” She still kept her head down.
“Just let me go home…”
Ling Ran remained silent.
After a long time, so long that Wanling thought it might last an eternity, Ling Ran's hand that held her wrist suddenly moved. He helped her straighten out the wrinkled hospital gown and gently assisted her in lying down comfortably.
“If you really want to go back,” Ling Ran gazed at Wanling, and she thought she must be seeing things; she caught a glimpse of sadness and despair in his eyes. “Then go back… First, take care of your health before returning home. During this time, forget everything from the past and stay with me for a few days.
“Child, if you want to keep it, I will cover all the expenses from now on.” Noticing Wanling’s emotional shift again, he quickly added, “If you don’t want it, then just terminate it.”
“Actually, I… about you…” Ling Ran hesitated for a moment before letting out a resigned smile. “Never mind. I just want to tell you that you don’t need to look at me so warily; in fact, I no longer harbor any resentment towards you.”
Ling Ran left Wanling, who remained silent, and turned to leave.
He brought Wanling back to his home.
In the days that followed, he accompanied Wanling every day, sometimes engaging in deep conversations, other times sitting quietly together, each busy with their own tasks. Though he could not make her laugh like Qin Guan could, Wanling could genuinely feel that this man had truly let go of his hatred.
Wanling also discovered that this man was afraid of thunder. Whenever it rained, he would cling to her room like a child, acting spoiled and refusing to leave. In the end, she softened and compromised, gently patting his back like a mother, lulling him into a peaceful sleep.
At that time, Ling Ran asked her, “Wanling, if I were terminally ill, would you stay to take care of me?”
Hearing this question again startled her; she hugged him in fear and said, “Don’t speak nonsense!”
After a long while, she softly replied, “If you were seriously ill, I would stay by your side. I don’t want to lose you again…”
“Wanling, have you finally fallen in love with me?” After some time had passed, Ling Ran asked quietly.
This time, Wanling had already fallen into a deep sleep.
In truth, Wanling had heard his question but did not know how to respond.
She had indeed fallen for this indulgent Ling Ran; however, she could not forget Qin Guan.
A month later, Wanling's health had fully recovered, and she began to pack her belongings.
One day, Ling Ran's phone rang. Wanling noticed that he had left it in her room, so she casually answered it.
"Xiao Ling, you left your phone at home," Ling Ran said.
"Mm."
"Take a good rest. I'll pick you up tonight to enjoy some French cuisine."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Ling Ran looked up at the pale gray sky, recalling the little tricks he had used. He couldn't help but smirk to himself, yet felt a sense of helplessness. He thought, if only this could keep her by his side, what would be wrong with that?
Wanling hung up the phone and saw that Ling Ran's screen displayed her sleeping face. Her quiet and pale features still bore traces of tears that had yet to dry.
She then browsed through Ling Ran's photo album. There were only two pictures: one was of her sleeping face, and the other was from a year ago at the party where she and Ling Ran first met, capturing her joy as she enjoyed her meal.
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