Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Finding Tong Yuen wasn’t actually that difficult.

I managed to slip into the hospital room while the bodyguards at the door were switching shifts.

He was curled up on the bed, asleep, with an IV drip in his arm.

His bangs were a bit messy, his handsome brow was slightly furrowed, and there were damp tear stains at the corners of his eyes.

I gazed at his face, feeling as though I couldn’t breathe.

Yuen, what kind of dream are you having that makes you so sad?

The sound of movement at the door made me pull back the hand I had reached out to wipe away his tears.

I fled in a panic, only to run into his mother at the elevator.

I have rarely loathed a person this much.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked her.

We both clearly loved Tong Yuen so much; how could she bear to let him be this miserable?

“I am thinking about his future,” she replied.

“Heartache always heals eventually.”

I looked at her coldly, unable to agree with her stance.

Yet, when it came to the matter of loving Tong Yuen, we reached a consensus.

“If you want him to suffer less, then let his heart die completely.”

I thought of an old story.

Two people were fighting over a child.

Both were pulling on his arms.

And the one who loved him more was the first to let go.