He didn't know how he got back to Fangjingyuan. Standing in front of the window, Gu Nianchen felt confused and at a loss for the first time in so many years.
Cen Zhiqiao's sobs could be heard in his ears, and those words that were at a loss for words fell on his heart word by word, as if they were carved with a blunt object. It hurt, but he couldn't express it.
For such a long time, he had always thought that his love for Cen Zhiqiao was ultimately due to his appearance that was similar to Chu Qiao's. But when she spoke about the divorce in a calm voice, he was suddenly very scared.
He would rather she make trouble, like she did countless times before, but he was wrong, she is not a pet, she will make trouble when she is angry, and she will laugh when she is pampered.
She is a human being and an extremely sensitive child...
How desperate she must have been the moment she learned that she was a substitute!
He closed his eyes, his expression became complicated, and he didn't even know what to do next.
He would not be willing to hurt anyone...
At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door, and then Aunt Yun's voice came through the door: "Master, it's me."
Gu Nianchen didn't look back, just responded, and then heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
There was no light on in the room, and the sudden darkness made Aunt Lan couldn't help but frown, "Master, why don't you turn on the light?"
The switch clicked, and the room suddenly lit up. Only then did Aunt Lan see Gu Nianchen's figure, hidden between the thick curtains, with straight shoulders. At this moment, she looked faintly desolate.
She sighed: "Master, it's so late, you'd better go to bed early. I'll heat up a glass of milk for you, drink it and have a good sleep. If you have anything to do, I'll think about it tomorrow."
He shook his head helplessly, put down the cup and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Gu Nianchen suddenly turned his head: "Aunt Lan, sit with me if you have time."
In her memory, Gu Nianchen was always high-spirited. She thought she would never see his weakness in her lifetime, but...it seemed that no one could escape the word love.
Looking at his handsome, slightly tired face without any blood at all, Aunt Yun felt a little sad.
"If the young master is reluctant to let go of the young madam, then go and tell her. If you don't tell her, how can she know?"
Walking to his side, Aunt Yun comforted him in a low voice.
To her, Gu Nianchen is not just a young master. It can be said that she has devoted her whole life to the man she brought up. He is her child. What mother does not feel sorry for her child.
Gu Nianchen did not speak, but looked out the window with deep eyes.