The Jasmine Scented White Moonlight

Chapter 42 - Farewell

The redness on Shen Shuyun's face gradually faded as he blinked slowly and said indifferently, "Yes."

Ning Wan's face grew even paler. He squatted down and stared up at Shen Shuyun, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's, sending chills down Shen Shuyun's spine. After a long time, Ning Wan's tightly pressed thin lips parted slightly, and he pleaded as if begging, "Do you really have to leave?"

"Yes." Shen Shuyun let out a faint chuckle, hiding a hint of impatience beneath those gentle features. "We're divorced, aren't we?... Where I go has nothing to do with you."

"I'm afraid you'll go too far, I won't be able to find you."

Shen Shuyun's heart skipped a beat, momentarily leaving him speechless. He could only reach out out to organize the application forms and documents that Ning Wan had scattered on the table. The paper, like a thin blade, cut a fine, long wound on his index finger. A drop of blood quickly welled up on his pale hand, like a red plum blossom on snow, stark and eye-catching.

Ning Wan understood that Shen Shuyun was trying to avoid him deliberately. He lifted Shen Shuyun's right hand, bringing the injured index finger to his mouth, and licked the drop of blood away. The warm, wet sensation of his tongue wrapping around the finger bone made Shen Shuyun shiver involuntarily.

It was unbearably hot inside this hospital room—they really should be an air conditioner.

This was what Shen Shuyun thought as he tried to pull his hand back, but to his surprise, Ning Wan held on so tightly that he couldn't move an inch.

Ning Wan looked up, his eyes full of yearning and desolation, hotter than molten lava, brighter than the blazing sun: "Don't leave me."

Shen Shuyun frowned. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask Ning Wan. For example, if they divorced so decisively back then, what kind of game was he playing now? And if it was a case of shifting affections, how could he be so sure that he liked him? What if he was mistaken again? But when Shen Shuyun met Ning Wan's eyes, the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word. Finally, he could only sigh half in exasperation, half in persuasion: "You'd better let go."

Unexpectedly, this time Ning Wan obediently let go. He lowered his head, his expression unclear, and turned around in silence to continue packing his things into the suitcase. Shen Shuyun clasped his hands together, feeling that this wasn't over—Ning Wan suppressing his emotions now didn't mean that the matter was truly settled. The unfinished conversation was like a ticking time bomb, unpredictable and unstable, who knew where or when it would explode, injuring everyone within reach, leaving no party unscathed.

An Ruhe and Shen Mingjue had booked their flight for five days after Shen Shuyun's discharge. Shen Mingjue originally wanted to stay a few more days, but because of his special status, he couldn't stay in one place for too long, let alone leave the country. So, he had to leave early with An Ruhe, preparing to fly back to X City.

Shen Shuyun took Xiao Yutou to the airport to see his fathers off. Anruhe, smiling, played with his grandson for a while before looking up to remind Shen Shuyun, "Xiao Yun, take good care of yourself. If you ever feel wronged, be sure to tell the family, okay?"

Shen Mingjue interjected, "Right! If that bastard Ning Wan dares to bother you again, give me a call—I'll teach him a lesson!"

"I know, I know," Shen Shuyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I've already made things clear with him. He... he hasn't come to bother me these past few days, so I think he's figured it out by now."

After all, he would never be Ning Wan's only choice—Ning Wan, the young master of the Ning family, was only twenty-eight this year, in the prime of his life. Could he really be short of people around him? A mere beckon of his hand, and countless men and women would throw themselves at him. Why bother repeatedly running into a wall with him, only to get nothing in return?