Chapter 2542 - 2543: Don’t Think About Jingjing, Think About Me, Okay?

Facing his question and that expression on his face, Gu Mian’s lips moved, and all of a sudden it felt like it was so hard she couldn’t even open her mouth, so she went quiet, and stayed quiet for a long time.

In the end, Gu Mian answered, "I want to be alone."

She didn’t make it sound too final, because honestly she herself didn’t really want a divorce, right? Maybe she just felt divorce would look ugly?

Whatever the reason, she really did want to calm down first.

Hearing her words, Nangong Yue frowned, reached out to lightly take the suitcase from her hand and asked, "Who’s Jingjing?"

Gu Mian: "..."

"If it’s possible, could you not think about Jingjing and just think about me instead?" While Nangong Yue was talking, he gently pried her hand off the suitcase handle.

By the time Gu Mian reacted, he had already taken the suitcase.

Gu Mian’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help blurting out, "Nangong Yue, what do you mean by that?"

Nangong Yue didn’t answer, he just quietly carried her suitcase toward the walk-in closet, probably wanting to put it away. Looking at his tall back from behind, Gu Mian’s brows furrowed deeply.

Nangong Yue was walking, but he walked extremely slowly, one step at a time, unhurried like that. He was actually thinking, thinking whether some words should be said or not.

Sometimes there are obviously words that are very, very simple, just a few characters, but they’re so, so hard to say out loud.

Hard to say because you’re not sure, and also because you’re afraid of being rejected, so he was a bit conflicted, torn about whether he should say them.

But after all, it’s only that little bit of distance from the bedroom to the walk-in closet, and even if he walked as slowly as he could, he still eventually got there. After he put the suitcase down, he still had to come back out.

Gu Mian was still standing where she was, just watching him like that. When she saw him come out, her lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end she still couldn’t get it out.

She didn’t speak, and she didn’t press him aggressively, and that made Nangong Yue feel a bit relieved.

He walked up to her, took her hand, and said, almost like talking to himself, "Go wash up. Get some good rest first, then we’ll talk."

Gu Mian frowned. She had originally wanted to shake his hand off and have a big fight with him, but she didn’t know why—after he fussed around like this, that surge of energy in her suddenly just vanished.

It was like a blazing fire suddenly doused by a cup of water, unable to flare up even a little again.

Gu Mian suddenly also felt it was all pointless, didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to talk, didn’t want anything.

Nangong Yue ran the water for her, squeezed the toothpaste, put the towel into warm hot water, wrung it out for her, and handed it to her.

Watching this whole series of actions from Nangong Yue, Gu Mian narrowed her eyes slightly, and in the end, like a deflated balloon, she no longer had it in her to quarrel with him.

She only frowned unhappily, pursed her lips, then said, "Get out, I’ll wash myself."

Hearing that, the heaviness in Nangong Yue’s heart suddenly felt like it was set down, and he hurriedly nodded, answering with especially good temper, "Okay, okay, I’ll go out right now."

After Nangong Yue went out, Gu Mian turned her eyes to the mirror. With that bright, heavy makeup, she looked just like some lunatic.

In the end she let out a sigh and seriously started washing her face.

Once it was clean, her naturally delicate, pretty face was revealed. She frowned, studied it carefully for a while, then finally turned to run the bathwater, and went out to the walk-in closet to get clothes.

She wanted to take a shower; for no reason at all she just felt really tired.

Nangong Yue was outside, sitting quietly on the sofa, no one knew what he was thinking. When he saw Gu Mian come out, he seemed to tense up all of a sudden, even his sitting posture unconsciously straightened.