He Jichen furrowed his brows, annoyed at the cashier's numerous questions. A hint of irritation flashed across his cold eyes then he put the money on the table. He remained silent as he put out the cigarette between his fingers, straightened up, and walked out the door.
As he brushed past the cashier, He Jichen heard her say, "You were just staring at your phone. Did you want to call her?"
He Jichen pretended like she didn't exist as he continued to leisurely walk away.
"Since you want to call her, why don't you just do it?"
He Jichen slowly stopped walking as though the cashier's question struck a nerve.
He didn't look back at her, but he could sense that she was looking back at him. "Why did your fingers look like they were about to punch in the number so many times, but you kept on pulling back? Why can't you just follow your heart?"
The cashier asked several questions, but about fifteen seconds after this last question, He Jichen finally spoke with his back still facing her: "I am following my heart."
His voice was soft like he was mumbling to himself, but the cashier heard him clearly.
Following his own heart?
The cashier furrowed her brows as confusion spread to her eyes. She was just about to ask him, "If you're following your heart, why don't you call her?"
Before the cashier could gather her thoughts, He Jichen said, "If I was going to call her, I wouldn't have left her in the first place."
So, I got it all wrong? He was just staring at the phone number like he wanted to call her, but in fact, he didn't want to call her at all?
The cashier was even more curious. "Why?"
As though he hadn't heard the cashier's question, He Jichen said nothing more. He didn't stay in the hospital room for long as he walked right out.
After he walked out of the hospital and onto the road, he came to a stop and pulled out a cigarette. Lighting up the cigarette, he took two drags and stared at the smoke rising while thinking about the question the stranger asked before he left: "Why?"
He knew what she meant. Why does following my heart mean I can't contact her?
Because you would contact someone if you liked them, but you can stop yourself from contacting someone if you love them.
In the blink of an eye, I've already left her for two months now. In the past two months, how has she been?
"Mr. Han, Miss Cheng is here again."
In the middle of a meeting, Han Zhifan felt his phone vibrating. After he reached out to look at it, he saw that it was a text he requested from the security guard from his residential area.
He didn't reply to the security guard, but he didn't delete the message either.
He gently swiped the screen and counted that she'd showed up at his apartment building ten times in two short months.
Seeing Han Zhifan staring at his phone screen in a daze for far too long, his secretary, who was standing next to him, discreetly cried, "Mr. He..."
Han Zhifan snapped out of it and put his phone away immediately.
The meeting ran till nine in the evening before it came to an end.
As Han Zhifan wasn't busy, he didn't head back to his office. He handed his secretary some files and took the elevator down.
The driver was waiting in the car, so when he saw Mr. Han, he immediately helped him open the car door.
As the car quickly drove out of the underground parking lot, Han Zhifan suddenly had an idea then said, "Head to Lin Na's place first."