‘If the man she chose treats her like a goddess, then a goddess she shall be, but if the man she chose treats her like trash, then that shall be all she can be.’
The more she stayed with Gu Mingchen, the harsher and harder to communicate she would become. She used to abhor having arguments, conjure up conspiracies, and being cold to everyone, but then she became the kind of person she hated the most. I can’t keep this up any longer.
She leaned back against the seat and rested her eyes. Gu Mingchen glanced at her. He noticed that her eyelashes were trembling, telling him she wasn’t sleeping well. His heart ached, and his breathing turned heavier. When Bai Rong felt him breathing down her face, she opened her eyes and saw his glance.
“What is it?” she drawled.
“Is your wound getting better?” he asked calmly, his rage from earlier gone.
“Yes. The scab should be forming now. It’ll heal in no time,” she answered. Bai Rong was telling that to herself. Time will heal everything, including this pain I’m feeling.
“Are you really going to be gone for three months?” Gu Mingchen relented.
“I want to take this case.” Bai Rong wouldn’t budge.
“When will you leave?”
“Not sure. Have to wait for their call.”
“Don’t just leave and never return,” he warned her.
Bai Rong felt sad. I might do just that. Many things could happen in three months. She said nothing, for she didn’t want to make a promise easily.
Gu Mingchen noticed what she was trying to say. He felt gutted, and his breathing became shallow. He held her hand tightly, his warmth flowing into her.
“I know I shouldn’t have gone away during our wedding night. I didn’t know you were hurt. I have a lot to handle lately, and I couldn’t keep myself in check. I know I’ve raised my voice at you, and…” Gu Mingchen paused. He didn’t want to cover his mistakes or push his responsibility away. “I’ve thought about it, and I want to marry you,” he said.
Bai Rong smiled. It was a calm, gentle smile. “You want to marry me because you have raped me before, and we even have a kid, so you think you’re responsible for me. Or maybe you think you should marry me because you proposed to me before she showed up. You have a great sense of responsibility, and that’s why you’ll be wildly successful, but you’ll lead a harder life than everyone else.”
“I want to marry you because I like you,” he answered her, finally facing their relationship problems.
Bai Rong paused. It was a simple answer, but she was stirred by it. Should I trust him? Does he really feel nothing but responsibility toward Zhou Hailan? Can I live with the fact that he’ll keep taking care of another woman? Bai Rong looked away. Her mind was in a mess, and she needed time to think over everything.
Gu Mingchen looked outside too. It had been days since he last slept, and he was exhausted, but he didn’t let her hand go, though they didn’t speak for the rest of the journey.
Gu Mingchen had fallen asleep when they reached the military base. He opened his eyes and looked at Bai Rong in panic. He thought she was gone, but she was still there, sleeping, her head leaning against the window. She looked lonely.
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