Chapter 1222 - 1219: Dearest Secret 2

Wan Donglin tiptoed in and walked up to her, but she was still dozing. The sunset outside the window cast its glow on her face, subtly revealing bluish veins, her skin white and almost transparent. Her long eyelashes drooped like a butterfly too tired to flap its wings, momentarily resting among the flowers in a tiny reprieve.

He thought, very few people have such complex experiences in such a short life: family upheaval, losing a mother, facing life and death several times... especially the last time narrowly escaping a plane crash... If a person has died so many times, would their mindset undergo massive fluctuations?

Especially that thwarted plane crash, every time he thought of it, he felt a lingering fear, with a faint pain in his chest—it’s true, a person can make a thousand mistakes and still be forgiven, but sometimes, one straw can break the camel’s back.

Even though in the past he often disappeared, not showing up for long periods, she could understand it all.

This time, though, she was heartbroken.

He always understood this, so he felt guilty.

The only consolation was, despite all she had been through, she hadn’t collapsed.

She even stayed hidden in a foreign land, writing travel notes, blogs, in-depth reports... and because of that, she lived quite well. He had personally seen the advance payment she received from a world-renowned large magazine, which was close to the standard of a bestselling columnist, entirely comparable to the lifestyle of an average middle-class abroad.

Even without a penny, she could live abroad and, moreover, live well.

This is the difference between a Harvard elite and ordinary people.

So, she dared to propose a prenuptial agreement.

The intention was clear: maybe not coveting your money now is a kind of false pride, but even if marriage and love change ten or twenty years later, I will not covet your money—I can live very, very well on my own abilities.

It might also be because she didn’t love enough, or perhaps she was too scared to love—he could guarantee, if it were Huang Xiaojue, she would never propose any property agreement.

Women, precisely because they don’t care anymore, they don’t even want to take advantage of you.

I don’t want a single penny from you, okay?

He felt very bittersweet, lowered his head, and gazed at her carefully.

Even after weathering many storms, her appearance hadn’t changed, on the contrary, she grew more stunning. Never mind Harvard, just her face alone would be enough for any wealthy man.

People say, using just their face to swipe a credit card, they must be talking about someone like her.

Her beauty remains, but perhaps her mood does not?

If she didn’t have a bit of love, what kind of wealthy man couldn’t she find? Why settle for Wan Donglin?

He reached out his large hand and gently stroked her cheek.

She suddenly opened her eyes, drowsily asking, "Big-footed man... are you back?"

In his heart, there was endless tenderness, and he picked her up in his arms: "Xixi, why have you been so sleepy lately?"

She muttered and rubbed her eyes: "I don’t know either, I’ve just been so listless lately. Ah, late spring and early summer, it’s always like this. Last week I promised to write an article for the magazine about the customs and culture of A Country to make up for breaching my last contract, but I’ve only written over a thousand words and already fallen behind... I must hurry and finish it... I’ll go make a cup of coffee first, do you want one?"

He held her, lying comfortably on the big sofa together, "Xixi, don’t move..."

She was a bit puzzled, but still complied.