You Owe Me, My Love novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288 Poetry

She returned to her room and fell asleep.

Chen Bin had only been transferred here recently, and the case was an unusual one, so he stayed up all night. After getting the search warrant, he went to Lu Biao’s home and successfully retrieved the earring and phone.

Bai Rong woke up naturally. When she glanced at the clock, it was only 7.30 a.m. Her mind in a daze, she sat up and stared ahead blankly before she slowly came back to reality.

As long as she was still alive, life must go on.

Bai Rong entered the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She pulled her hair back into a bun before putting on a dark purple suit. After retrieving her breakfast voucher, she headed to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

The moment she stepped into the restaurant, she saw Gu Mingchen seated by the window.

The man had a sandwich, a glass of milk and an egg with him. He seemed to be enjoying his breakfast slowly.

The sunlight cast a faint glow on his figure. They had only met a few days ago, but it felt like a lifetime to her.

They were strangers to each other now.

At the breakfast bar, she took some Caesar salad, an appetizer, and a glass of soy milk before going to a table in a corner.

Why is he in Jadeborough? He’s even staying in the same hotel as me.

Did he follow me here?

Wait, that seems impossible. He chose to marry another woman. He’s responsible enough to cut ties with me.

Is it because of the treasure?

Bai Rong couldn’t help but gaze at him.

He was also gazing at her silently. They stared at each other without a word, as though there was a mountain in between them.

Back then, Bai Rong was a fan of ancient poetry. She was obsessed with them during high school.

She’d memorize those poems which she thought were beautiful and mix them up together.

At the sight of Gu Mingchen, a few lines appeared in her head. We are separated from each other. I tried to stop thinking about you, but how could I forget you? There is nowhere to convey my sorrow. Even if by chance we could meet, you wouldn’t have recognized me. Love is nothing but a painful affair.

Bai Rong lowered her gaze calmly.

Gu Mingchen finished his breakfast ahead of her and left without greeting her.

It was as if they had gone their separate ways.

Her heart was aching dully. Even her eyes were watering. She lowered her head so no one would realize her strange actions and tamped down her bitterness.

In ancient times, many people made friends before going separate ways to achieve their dreams. There was no telephone or fixed address back then, so going separate ways meant they wouldn’t meet each other again. Hence, the poetry they wrote was melancholic and sorrowful.

Now, they had phones and the Internet, but lacked the sincerity of their ancestors. I even had to conceal my emotions.

Fine, I’m more upset than I cared to admit. I feel like crying, but there’s no reason for me to cry.

Isn’t this what life should be?

Bai Rong cleaned her plate.

Alas, she couldn’t sob out loud. All she could do now was bury it deep down.

Standing up, she headed to the lobby when her phone rang.

As it was Chen Bin, she answered the call. “I’m sorry. Am I late?”