That night, he had already told her clearly that he did not need her to wait for him . The message was still in her mind, but she still waited dumbly for him to return .
She had stolen away to take a peek at him by camping under his company, just as she had done when she first reached out to him to help Song Empire . However, unlike that time, she did not rush forward to block him whenever he appeared .
Instead, she would scurry behind the trashcan, behind the telephone post, behind the street lights, deadly afraid that he might spot her . There were two times when he walked past her hiding place, and she was close enough to him that she could hear the familiar footsteps and voice . Both times, the palpitation in her heart made her attention waver, and she stood there for a long time before she was herself again .
In spite of everything, they still accidentally came across each other that one time .
It was the entrance to Beijing Hotel . She was walking in, and he was going out . He was surrounded by a group in suits and ties, and she was all alone .
Their paths crossed, and the man in a black suit was as handsome as ever . Her eyes merely glanced at him for a moment before her heart tightened up, and she stopped breathing .
He turned around to tell Cheng Qingchong something . His every move spoke of the majesty of an emperor .
When they walked past each other, there was about two meters between them . He turned slightly her way, but she could not tell whether he had actually seen her or not, because he dashed past her like a blast of wind, leaving behind only the faint smell of cologne that he usually wore .
Her steps halted, and she froze for a long time before she slowly turned her body around to see him bend over and get into his car .
That day, she stood like a dummy in Beijing Hotel's lobby for a long time . The pedestrians on the street either laughed at her, pointed at her, or frowned at her . It got so much attention that the waiter had to walk out from the restaurant to ask her if she needed any help .
She came to slowly and shook her head at the waiter . She thanked him before walking toward the elevator . After the elevator door closed, her eyes started to well up .
Her love toward him had not decreased, but in his eyes, she had become nothing more than a stranger . Her days without him were colorless and boring .
Many times, there was a smile on her face even though her heart was weeping .
One day, as the clock struck midnight, she received a call from Qin Yinan, and that call changed her life forever .
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In the public's eyes, these three months were the most glorious period of Su Zhinian's life; he had reached so many milestones . However, only the man himself knew how meaningless his life was behind the glittering façade .
He returned to his original state, eating alone, sitting at home alone, spacing out alone, and tailing behind her silently to quench his desire to see her .
According to the news, he had done many things worth celebrating recently, but if he was being frank, he really did not know what was there to celebrate .
Chapter 515 He Is Not a Possibility for You 9 Translator Lonelytree Editor Millman97That night, he had already told her clearly that he did not need her to wait for him . The message was still in her mind, but she still waited dumbly for him to return . She had stolen away to take a peek at him by camping under his company, just as she had done when she first reached out to him to help Song Empire . However, unlike that time, she did not rush forward to block him whenever he appeared . Instead, she would scurry behind the trashcan, behind the telephone post, behind the street lights, deadly afraid that he might spot her . There were two times when he walked past her hiding place, and she was close enough to him that she could hear the familiar footsteps and voice . Both times, the palpitation in her heart made her attention waver, and she stood there for a long time before she was herself again . In spite of everything, they still accidentally came across each other that one time . It was the entrance to Beijing Hotel . She was walking in, and he was going out . He was surrounded by a group in suits and ties, and she was all alone . Their paths crossed, and the man in a black suit was as handsome as ever . Her eyes merely glanced at him for a moment before her heart tightened up, and she stopped breathing . He turned around to tell Cheng Qingchong something . His every move spoke of the majesty of an emperor . When they walked past each other, there was about two meters between them . He turned slightly her way, but she could not tell whether he had actually seen her or not, because he dashed past her like a blast of wind, leaving behind only the faint smell of cologne that he usually wore . Her steps halted, and she froze for a long time before she slowly turned her body around to see him bend over and get into his car . That day, she stood like a dummy in Beijing Hotel s lobby for a long time . The pedestrians on the street either laughed at her, pointed at her, or frowned at her . It got so much attention that the waiter had to walk out from the restaurant to ask her if she needed any help . She came to slowly and shook her head at the waiter . She thanked him before walking toward the elevator . After the elevator door closed, her eyes started to well up . Her love toward him had not decreased, but in his eyes, she had become nothing more than a stranger . Her days without him were colorless and boring . Many times, there was a smile on her face even though her heart was weeping . One day, as the clock struck midnight, she received a call from Qin Yinan, and that call changed her life forever . In the public s eyes, these three months were the most glorious period of Su Zhinian s life he had reached so many milestones . However, only the man himself knew how meaningless his life was behind the glittering fa ade . He returned to his original state, eating alone, sitting at home alone, spacing out alone, and tailing behind her silently to quench his desire to see her . According to the news, he had done many things worth celebrating recently, but if he was being frank, he really did not know what was there to celebrate .