Chapter 1152 - 1149: Sorry, I Love You 2

He strode inside.

Just before the door closed, his large hand pushed it open.

His gaze met hers, and she hastily lowered her head.

"Xixi... Xixi..."

That voice was truly terrifying, she didn’t even know how to continue resisting, only stepped back in silence.

There was no time to turn on the light, the gloomy night reflected in his burning eyes like a lion long starving—amid the icy snow, starved to a terrible extent, and now, finally seeing a bountiful prey.

Instinctively, wanting to pounce immediately, to tear and bite viciously. Yet, he dared not.

This was the first time in his life he was timid: because the night disorients and breeds illusion easily.

"Xixi..."

"Xixi..."

His voice was weak.

As if still in a dream, he couldn’t believe all this was real. He even strained to open his eyes wide, afraid that the next moment, all this would become a mirage.

"Silly girl..."

She still stood there quietly, just leaning against the wall, surprisingly weak.

At that moment, it was New Year’s Eve, a night that was supposed to be bright with lights and family reunions. However, in this foreign land, there were no firecrackers, no scent of cured meat, let alone the sound of drums; only the deepest darkness before the dawn.

In the grandest place, it was already another day, so in this foreign land where the moon was believed to be rounder, the night felt ambiguous and eerie—not quite right, neither proper nor reasonable.

Her silhouette became a silhouette by the window.

He always suspected he was dreaming, lying on the bed at home.

Or perhaps, had already fallen asleep on the plane sent by the Empress Dowager.

After a while, he reached out his hand, timidly caressing her face, very, very cautiously: "Silly girl... is it really you? Is it truly you?"

She slightly tilted her head, and his large hand landed on her hair—body warmth!

Even the hair transmitted a slight warmth.

And he, still joyful, unable to contain himself, his voice quivering slightly without realizing it: "Xixi... Xixi... Yan Xixi... is it really you..."

At this moment, he longed for her to answer with a word.

Even just a single word would do.

Even if she cursed harshly, raged, wept, or slapped him hard... as long as there was some sound. Yet, she remained silent... just like a time he once dreamed of her, no matter how he called or mourned, she drifted back and forth like a wisp of smoke.

Perhaps the silence lasted too long, he became more uncertain, wanted to turn on the light, but lost the courage; the light was like the sun, once it came out, the wandering soul would vanish into thin air.

No, he didn’t dare.

"Xixi... Yan Xixi... I beg of you, answer me... Xixi..."

Even though he had already touched her warmth, that feeling never settled.

He repeated himself, calling her name was the only thing he could do.

"Xixi..."

She was also in a daze, as if in a dream.

Clearly full of resentment, yet at this moment, she could not muster the hatred.

She was just extremely exhausted, and her body slowly slumped down.

His large hand reached out to support her, but she retreated and sat back on the sofa, almost closing her eyes, quickly falling asleep.

He listened to that faint breathing, stunned.

"Xixi, are you asleep?"

"Xixi..."

He dared not disturb her, very cautiously, sat down slowly, and extended his large hand to embrace her in his arms.