CHAPTER 1160: CHAPTER 232: EYES HEALED, HEART LOST (PART 7)

Pei Qinghan looked at the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him, smiled slightly, his voice as soft as a whisper, as if talking to himself: "Actually, I’m quite good at cooking too."

Yuesheng didn’t think as much as Fu Bai, and smiled foolishly: "I’ve been eating Brother Han’s food since I was a kid. Back then, Brother Han could make mice and bird meat taste extraordinary, which spoiled my palate. Back then, we had no choice but to fill our bellies, but now I kind of miss that taste..."

Fu Bai couldn’t help but frown as he listened, knowing that Yuesheng and Brother Han both came from the orphanage. He didn’t realize how terrible their childhood had been; did the orphanage not care about food?

Fu Bai didn’t know, the two were often ostracized in the orphanage. The orphanage was just a microcosm of society, full of darkness and corruption. Going hungry was common. If not for Yuesheng frequently catching things like mice to eat, they would have starved to death long before, let alone enjoy the current wealth and glory.

Pei Qinghan started eating slowly, his manners so elegant that even with noodles, he exuded the gentlemanly grace of a French dinner.

"Everything is arranged in the Capital City. We’ll set off tomorrow." Pei Qinghan said calmly.

Fu Bai acknowledged and left with Yuesheng.

Before leaving the living room, he turned his head to glance back. Under the dim yellow light, the man sat there quietly, his face like jade, his frame tall and slender, graceful like pine and bamboo in the morning dew, yet full of isolation and loneliness.

His eyesight recovered, but he lost his heart.

Fu Bai sighed lightly and turned to leave.

After finishing the noodles, Pei Qinghan put down his chopsticks, and Ah Ling came over to clear the bowls and chopsticks: "Sir, please go upstairs to rest, I will take care of this."

"Alright." Pei Qinghan lifted his steps and walked upstairs.

Looking at that lonely figure, Ah Ling shook his head and sighed. Ever since Miss Ji left, sir seemed like he lost his soul. Why wouldn’t Miss Ji stay with sir? He’s so good, so gentle...

Ah Ling felt like crying, feeling sorry for sir.

Pei Qinghan returned to the room, closed the door behind him, quickly ran to the bathroom, and vomited over the toilet. All the noodles he had just eaten came out.

He had a weak stomach, an ailment from his childhood. He couldn’t eat much at night, or he would throw up.

He never told anyone, not even Fu Bai. Fu Bai just assumed it was for health reasons that he didn’t eat or ate little at night, since his routine did indeed resemble that of an old man. His only leisure activity was reading, living like an ascetic, with no smoking, no alcohol, no fancy cars, no women...

Life is a difficult journey. If I don’t reach the end, it’s because I met you...

He chuckled weakly, his face pale and frail, his stomach wrenching in pain. He gasped for air as cold sweat unknowingly formed on his forehead. He supported himself on the toilet, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his face.

Staring at the man in the mirror, his vision gradually blurred.

He remembered long ago, someone had said to him: "Qinghan, meeting you is my luck."

You don’t know, meeting you is my luck. You are my sunshine, my rain and dew, my April in the world.

In one night’s sleep, everything changed.

You no longer need me, nor do you have those painful memories and experiences. You live vibrantly, avenging your enemies, and already have another man by your side.

How wonderful, such a life is exactly what I wanted.

Tossing and turning, lost in sadness, yearning day and night, sleepless nights. All I hope for is your well-being, nothing more.

Those past memories have become mine alone, guarding these memories is my sweetest happiness.

I once said, the best way to love someone is to let go. Sometimes I regret, sometimes I mock my own cowardice. But what can I do, when I finally gathered the courage, you no longer needed me.

He smiled forlornly, dragging his heavy footsteps away, went to the bedside, took out a box from the drawer, opened it, and inside was an exquisite butterfly hairpin, showing its age. The butterfly was a bit worn, yet the diamonds remained brilliant, shining like her eyes.

Placing the butterfly hairpin on the bedside, he lay down and closed his eyes, letting a butterfly guide him into another dream.

"Bang" the hospital room door was violently kicked open, and the man rushed in like a madman.

On the hospital bed, the girl had been dead for a while, yet there was still a sweet smile on her face, as pure as an angel.

Blood all over her, blood in her mouth, that vivid red color stung his eyes.

She would never wake up again, she was dead, he had lost her forever.

He took a step back in disbelief, suddenly afraid to move forward. Oh God, this is a dream, this absolutely isn’t real...

Tong Jia looked at the handsome and gentle man who seemed to be struck hard, tentatively stepping forward to ask: "Excuse me, who are you to this girl?"