ABRWF Chapter 355.1

Her seemingly ordinary question made Lu Qingyan’s wrist holding the spoon tremble slightly.

He should actually take revenge on her.

He should loudly and decisively tell her to get out.

But he was in great pain. He was in pain every day.

Jiang Nanshu’s indifference made his heart ache so much it spasmed.

He seemed unable to warm her heart.

Lu Qingyan composed himself, his dark eyes fixed on her face: “Would you care if I lived or died?”

She noticed his eyes were reddening again.

Jiang Nanshu was afraid he would cry again. Old Mr. Lu was still outside, and it wouldn’t sound good if word got out that she was harming a patient.

“If I didn’t want to bother with you, I wouldn’t have gone to see you last night. It was freezing cold out there; who wants to be out like that?” Jiang Nanshu muttered.

Then she added, “I hate snow, I hate winter, it’s cold.”

[The male lead’s favorability value increased by 10%.]

He scoffed coldly, “Hypocritical.”

[The male lead’s favorability value increased by 30%.]

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

She suspected that Dashachun had also malfunctioned.

Jiang Nanshu thought that their relationship had developed entirely for her own purposes. By using her inner voice to make Lu Qingyan love her, she could walk away unscathed, but he seemed to be in great pain.

Before, when she found out that he could hear her inner voice, she only wanted to get revenge on him.

And she had indeed left him with a surprise that he would never forget.

So let’s stop here.

“Then take good care of yourself. I’m leaving.”

Jiang Nanshu stood up, gathered the half-eaten bowl of porridge he had left, and prepared to throw it in the trash can outside.

As she reached the door, Lu Qingyan’s voice suddenly rang out: “Does what you said last night about making it up to me still stand?”

Jiang Nanshu turned around in surprise, then, realizing how heartless she had been, nodded: “It does. What do you want me to do?”

Lu Qingyan looked at her expressionlessly, his dark eyes icy: “I want to see the front gate filled with roses. Can you do that?”

Jiang Nanshu looked out the window; it had started snowing heavily sometime during the day.

Could roses survive growing at the front gate in this freezing weather?

But not wanting to spoil Lu Qingyan’s mood, she hesitated and nodded: “It should be possible. Leave it to me.”

This was the first time he had received flowers from Jiang Nanshu, and it was on the condition of ‘making it up to him’.

It was quite ridiculous.

After Jiang Nanshu left, Old Mr. Lu entered.

Seeing him quietly lost in thought, he said irritably, “Are you not going crazy anymore?”

He then looked at his wrist: “You should take good care of it. The wound finally started to heal, and now, it’s reopened. I think you’re really sick.”

“If I die because she drove me crazy, will Jiang Nanshu feel guilty toward me?”

Old Mr. Lu choked.

Looking at his half-dead state, he angrily scolded, “Then why did you break off the engagement with her?”

“Because she doesn’t love me.”

Old Mr. Lu glared at him angrily: “You’ve already broken up, so why are you making such a fuss?”

Lu Qingyan suddenly smiled: “I’m not reconciled, Grandpa. I won’t let her go. Even if she dies, she can only die by my side.” (T/N: Psychopath!!)

Old Mr. Lu: “…”

This is really bad!

If only he’d known, he wouldn’t have lied about the temple master’s guidance on their destined marriage. (T/N: I suspect the temple master is you, Xu Xu~)

He’d watched too many dramas—the kind where the CEO mistakenly identifies his savior, only to find the real one later, with a long, agonizing middle part.

He realized that even without that middle part, it was still quite heart-wrenching.

…

Jiang Nanshu was still pondering how to grow roses.

It had been snowing in Beijing for several days.

The north wind was howling.

Jiang Nanshu watched as the several potted roses she’d bought all froze to death.

She was somewhat worried.

After inquiring, she learned that Lu Qingyan was now living next door to Shang Xu.

That evening, Jiang Nanshu dressed warmly and carried a stack of thin wooden sticks in her hand.

She felt a little embarrassed during the day, so she could only secretly make snow roses at night.

 

 

 

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