Bringing The Nation's Husband Home Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Why Couldn't It Have Been Me? (1)

In his mind, Lu Jinnian remembered the time when he had wanted to enter the same high school as her; he had endured the blazing sun, working.

In year two of high school, on the day of her birthday, Xu Jiamu suddenly had something to do so he begged Lu Jinnian to order the cake. The five digit worth cake was sky high to the him back then, but he had still paid with all of his savings. Xu Jiamu had given him a card, but he didn't take a single cent.

He remembered the time he was bullied in the entertainment industry, the time he had struggled hard.

At that time, he had treated the whole world as his enemy and only had her in his mind. Because of his love for her, everything was worth it.

"No good, in the end I lost you. I'm sorry, I tried.

"I never gave up, I just avoided you, thinking it won't hurt me."

But no matter how much he tried, he still couldn't give her up.

He knew that she came to visit him in Hangzhou three times afterwards, but he had refused to see her.

At that time, it wasn't that he didn't love her, but as long as he didn't see her, he could slowly forget her, stop hurting himself.

"Too bad we can't go back, and crying only makes it worse

"I constantly rejected others, just for the unpredictable you."

But in the end, he still underestimated her charm, overestimated his willpower.

Ever since he was young, he had always been hurt by others. He grew up cold, crude, and not caring about others, but all these were just a defense mechanism. And she was a proof that he still was not able to protect himself.

Lu Jinnian seemed to perfectly deliver the song, bringing a depressing atmosphere to the room, infecting a solemn atmosphere on everyone.

The colorful lights landed on Lu Jinnian, causing his expression to look dazed and his gaze to s.h.i.+ne.

"I constantly rejected others, just for the unpredictable you.

"But deep inside, I yearn to tell you not to leave..."

Lu Jinnian felt his throat tighten. Through the whole song, he'd never once laid a glance at Qiao Anhao, and at that moment, he looked over at her.

He tightened his grip on the microphone, trying to suppress his feelings, trying to sound calm. In the end, he finished perfectly with a clear pitch.

"It's a pity we can't go back, and crying only makes things worse.

"I constantly rejected others, just for the unpredictable you."

With his last word, silence engulfed the room.

No one spoke, not a single sound.

In that instance, it was as silent as if the room was empty.

Lu Jinnian continued to look into Qiao Anhao's eyes.

Qiao Anhao could see deep inside his eyes—there was antic.i.p.ation there, despair, struggle. Deep inside, sorrow filled her own heart.

After about a minute, Lu Jinnian blinked. Steering his gaze away from Qiao Anhao, he set the microphone on the table, and, without saying a word, he left the room.