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She must have been drunk.

Shen Hanyu slowly walked to the bed and stared at Sang Qianqian. He had not taken a good look at her since she woke up.

At this moment, Shen Hanyu’s eyes were almost infatuated with her. He looked at her as if he was trying to engrave her face into his heart.

She was going back to Yuecheng tomorrow. Perhaps tonight would be the last time they would see each other, and they would never see each other again.

It was not that Shen Hanyu had not parted ways with Sang Qianqian before.

There were even two times when he thought that she was no longer alive.

It was as if a precious treasure that he had taken great pains to protect had shattered in front of his eyes. He was at a loss and felt heartache. His life seemed to have returned to the darkness of loneliness and the coldness of all his hopes turning into ashes.

But now, it was different. She was right in front of him, but now he had no choice but to give up on her. That kind of pain was even sharper and more unbearable.

He had to suppress all his emotions and did not dare to show any gentleness to her. He did not even dare to hug her when she was asleep.

He was afraid that he would lose his mind in the next moment and selfishly, desperately keep her by his side, and as she wished, become husband and wife with her again.

However, if that was the case, then her life would be shackled and she would have to bear a heavy burden.

He was still normal for now, but not long later…

If she was with him, she would not have the happiness of a normal marriage. Even if they broke up, she would have to bear the criticism of the world and her conscience.

She might be able to hold on for one or two years, but what about three or five years?

Even if she was willing, how could he bear to see her being imprisoned by his side and live her life in such a dark place?

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Shen Hanyu gently removed Sang Qianqian’s shoes and covered her with the blanket.

His gaze once again fell on Sang Qianqian’s face. It was as if a blunt knife was slowly cutting a hole in his heart, causing him to feel an empty pain.

Shen Hanyu closed his eyes, leaned over, and kissed Sang Qianqian’s hair before turning to leave.

Sang Qianqian wasn’t actually fast asleep.

She felt a little light-headed, her cheeks were hot, and her consciousness was heavy. She seemed to be in a dream, but she was also awake.

Her mind was filled with memories of her time with Shen Hanyu.

When the light in the room was turned on, she could vaguely sense that someone had entered the room, but she didn’t want to open her eyes.

Who else could it be? She thought in a daze. It wouldn’t be her brother or her father.

This was Shen Hanyu’s residence, and no one else could enter.

The person seemed to have walked to the bedside, but he did not speak or leave.

With the lights on, the long period of strange silence in the room finally made Sang Qianqian feel a little uneasy and a little more awake.

She could feel that the man was looking at her.

The man helped her take off her shoes and held her feet with his warm hands. His movements were extremely gentle.

When he covered her with the blanket, Sang Qianqian was sure that she felt a familiar cold air.

Sang Qianqian’s entire body tensed up in an instant, and her heart started to beat wildly.

Her fingers curled up silently. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Sang Qianqian wondered if Shen Hanyu would do something to her. If he kissed her or did something more outrageous, wouldn’t his claim that he didn’t love her be self-explanatory?

She waited expectantly and nervously, but to her surprise, Shen Hanyu only gave a peck on her hair and left.

After that, the lights in the room went out and the footsteps went away.

Sang Qianqian was both angry and anxious. He was leaving just like that?

She got off the bed barefooted and chased after him.

Shen Hanyu walked very fast, and he was nowhere to be seen in the corridor on the second floor.

Sang Qianqian strode down the stairs.

When she stepped on the cold marble steps, it was as if she was stepping on ice. The chill was refreshing.

Sang Qianqian saw that Shen Hanyu had already opened the door and was about to leave.

She was still a little tipsy, and her movements weren’t particularly agile. In her anxiety, she slipped and fell down.

Shen Hanyu heard footsteps coming from behind him. When he turned around, his eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

By the time he rushed over, it was already too late. Sang Qianqian fell right in front of his eyes onto the platform at the corner of the stairs.

Actually, the fall didn’t affect Sang Qianqian too much. Firstly, she had fallen too quickly. Secondly, when she had slipped, there were only four or five steps left, so it was not too dangerous.

However, her head hit the marble steps and it hurt a lot. She was a little dizzy and saw stars.

While she was still in a daze, Sang Qianqian had already been helped up by someone. “Where did you fall?” he asked in a hurried and tense voice. “Where does it hurt?”

Sang Qianqian was in his embrace, leaning into his arms. The two of them were so close apart that she could clearly hear his intense heartbeat.

He could lie about anything, but when he saw that something had happened to her, his instinctive reaction would expose his true feelings.

Sang Qianqian blinked her eyes and her lips curled up silently.

“It hurts everywhere,” she said pitifully.

Shen Hanyu picked her up carefully and placed her on the sofa. Then, he took out his phone and made a call.

Sang Qianqian saw the words ‘Sang Minglang’ on the screen.

...

Was Shen Hanyu planning to contact her brother and ask him to take her to the hospital?

How could Shen Hanyu be so cruel to ignore her?

Sang Qianqian’s heart ached with anger, but she could only keep her face expressionless.

She took the phone from Shen Hanyu’s hand and said, “Brother, don’t tell Dad that I fell. I’m fine.”

Shen Hanyu stiffened. Was she drunk and mistook him for Sang Minglang?

Thinking back to the time when she had a fever, she had also mistook him for Sang Minglang in a daze and said a lot of things that she would only say to Sang Minglang.

Shen Hanyu was relieved. He did not tell her that she had mistaken him for someone else. Instead, he asked in a low voice, “Are you really fine?”

“I’m fine.”

Sang Qianqian shook her head. “Brother, I dreamed that Hanyu was here. I wanted to chase after him, but I couldn’t.”

Shen Hanyu was silent for a moment. “He couldn’t possibly be here.”

Sang Qianqian wanted to laugh, but she had to put on a sad look. “I knew he wouldn’t come. He said he didn’t love me at all.”

...

Shen Hanyu didn’t know what to feel.

“It’s cold at night, so I’ll send you back to your room.”

In the end, he changed the topic, picked her up, and walked upstairs.

The person in his arms was curled up obediently, her face pressed against his chest.

“Brother, I’m so sad that Hanyu wants to break up with me.”

Shen Hanyu heard her sniffling and said in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry, “Do you think Hanyu will feel bad for me if he knows how sad I am? Will he decide to not break up with me?”

Shen Hanyu stopped in his tracks. After a while, he said in a low voice, “He won’t,”

Sang Qianqian was so angry that she wanted to bite him.

She nodded. “Okay, then I won’t like him anymore. When I return to Yuecheng, I’ll marry someone else and never see him again.”