Dear Mr. Shi-Chapter 872 - Training Fall in Love with Me 2
Chapter 872: 872, Training, Fall in Love with Me 2
Chapter 872: 872, Training, Fall in Love with Me 2
She had been living there for several days, but Anuo treated her as if she were air. Could it be that Anuo truly didn’t love her anymore? Impossible… Their years of affection couldn’t possibly be overshadowed by Wen Zhaozhao’s, could they? He had only known Wen Zhaozhao for a short time, she believed, not even a year.
Han Qianqian’s world always revolved around herself, while Shi Annuo’s world always revolved around Han Qianqian. That’s why Shi Annuo knew about all the friends Han Qianqian had, all the men who had liked her, chased after her.
But Han Qianqian, even now, didn’t know about the friends Shi Annuo used to have, or the girlfriends, nor about the women who had pursued him, liked him.
When Shi Annuo returned home, he discovered that Song Qinghuan and Wen Zhaozhao, along with Jin Lin, weren’t there—they had gone to select the outfits for the wedding day.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his room, he saw Han Qianqian sunbathing in the garden, but in fact, the weather wasn’t good at all—the sky was overcast without a trace of sun.
She sat quietly in her wheelchair, gazing steadfastly at the flowers and trees in front of her, giving off a feeling of being alone, pitiable, and lonely.
Shi Annuo felt his heart as if it had been viciously stabbed.
Han Qianqian, sensing someone was watching her from the second floor, turned her head and met Shi Annuo’s gaze. Tears streamed down Han Qianqian’s cheeks, her eyes fixed, unwaveringly stubborn as she stared at Shi Annuo.
Shi Annuo instinctively took a step back, then turned and walked away, no longer facing Han Qianqian.
His heart was in turmoil, filled with irritation and sorrow. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him. He thought he should give up on Han Qianqian, but seeing her like this, he felt particularly heartbroken.
She had abandoned someone as good as him; she ought to be living a very, very good life.
Right, Han Qianqian, you should be living well, not like this.
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The weather grew darker and more oppressive, the clouds thickening as if rain were about to fall. Shi Annuo thought Han Qianqian must have already left the garden and gone inside by now.
But when he approached the window, he saw that Han Qianqian was still sitting there, only having changed her direction, now staring fixedly in the direction of his window.
After the car accident, with injuries not yet fully healed, Shi Annuo was worried that if it rained, Han Qianqian would catch a cold and her condition would worsen. So, he turned and went downstairs to the back garden.
He didn’t say anything, just prepared to push Han Qianqian’s wheelchair back into the house, but Han Qianqian refused, reaching out to grab the wheelchair’s brake: “Don’t you hate me? Weren’t you ignoring me? What does this mean now? I don’t need you to care, let go of me.”
Unable to move the wheelchair, Shi Annuo lifted Han Qianqian from the chair and carried her directly back to her bedroom.
Turning around, he went back to the back garden to bring in the wheelchair. As he was about to leave, he heard the low sobbing of Han Qianqian.
She hung her head, her tears falling in a desolate manner, “Anuo, do you really hate me that much?”
In the end, Shi Annuo couldn’t bear it and reached out, gently stroking her hair with a touch of helplessness, “Qianqian, you should grow up.”
Han Qianqian clutched his hand, biting her lip as she looked at him, “Anuo, if you want me to grow up, I will grow up, but you can’t abandon me!”
Shi Annuo sighed, “As you said that day, the past has been bid farewell, and we can’t go back to it.”
“Then can we start over?” Han Qianqian asked nervously.
“I already have Zhaozhao,” Shi Annuo withdrew his hand.
