823: That Person

That Person

"Let me check." Lu Yi checked her eyes carefully. Her eyes were swollen.0

"I'll get a towel and give you a warm compress," Lu Yi said as he got up and walked to the toilet. Soon, he came out with a warm towel in his hand. He folded it properly before placing it on Yan Huan's eyes.

The heat from the towel warmed Yan Huan's cheeks slightly. Although it was not unbearable, it was not that comfortable either.

"My face hurts," she whined.

"Just endure it for a little bit more," Lu Yi held her hand tightly. "Your eyes are swollen because you have been crying for a long time. There's no instant cure for this. You will recover as long as you take a good rest and refrain from rubbing your eyes."

Yan Huan laid there quietly. She then swiped her hand across the bed, seemingly looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Lu Yi asked and searched along with her.

"Cellphone." Yan Huan wanted her phone.

"Your eyes are swollen. Why do you still want to look at your phone?" Lu Yi tucked her hands below the quilt as he continued to search for her cellphone.

"I'm not going to look at my phone, but you are." If Yan Huan's eyes were not covered by the warm towel right now, she might be rolling her eyes at him.

Eventually, Lu Yi found Yan Huan's cellphone. He pulled over Yan Huan's finger and pressed it on the cellphone to unlock it. It was unlocked via fingerprint recognition.

"There are a few photos inside for you to look at. It is also for the sake of mentally preparing you so you will not be cuckolded."

Lu Yi frowned. His fingers were a little itchy; he had the urge to strangle someone right now.

He located the photo gallery and scrolled downwards. Yan Huan did not keep many photos in her cellphone. Thus, he saw what she wanted him to see at a glance. He realized that there were a few distinct photos; they were photos of naked people.

Lu Qin and Sun Yuhan were in it.

He had warned her many times. If Sun Yuhan chose not to listen to his advice, that would be her own problem. It would be none of his business.

"Why are you not mad?"

Yan Huan removed the towel that was covering her eyes. Her eyes were still swollen, but she felt a lot better now.

"Why do I need to be mad?" Lu Yi threw the question back at Yan Huan.

"Why are you not mad? Your girl is cheating on you!" said Yan Huan sarcastically. It was all because of the term 'your girl'.

"It is her own business." Lu Yi gazed at Yan Huan's eyes with his lips opened slightly. His words were uttered with great conviction, "I have yet to get my revenge on you. There are so many ways to divorce, yet you still chose to do it in this manner. Do you think that it is alright to tarnish your own reputation?"

Yan Huan sat up and threw the towel at Lu Yi's face.

"I'm fine with tarnishing my own reputation. Anyway, I am already a widow."

She put on her shoes. No matter what memories Lu Yi had regained, Yan Huan was not a doormat. She would not easily accept his apology and forgive him as it was. The women in the books who were willing to do everything, including giving up their lives for the men who simply said "I love you", were stupid.

She rubbed her eyes again. As she turned around, she realized that the man was staring at her unblinkingly. His thin lips were slightly tensed. However, there were still remnants of a faint smile in his eyes.

Yan Huan was just like a deflated ball. She kicked away the pair of male slippers on the ground, which flew into the living room.

"You are getting more and more quick-tempered nowadays."

Lu Yi's voice could be heard from behind.

Yan Huan turned around and tidied up her clothes. She then spoke solemnly.

"This is what menopause does to people."

Lu Yi was speechless.

Yan Huan made sure that her clothes were in order before walking out. She took the lift down and walked outside alone. The sky was gloomy. She paused and raised her head, noticing that it was already drizzling.

The rain under this weather was not that cold. However, it still felt cold as the rain fell on her. She wrapped herself up tightly in her clothes and continued to walk with her head down, until the rain seemed to have stopped. She paused in her steps and raised her head. She realized that there was an umbrella above her head.

She knew who was holding that umbrella, without a sense of doubt.

She did not speak a word. She kept moving forward instead. Meanwhile, the person behind her continued to follow her. The umbrella was still held above her head. The rain started to get heavier; some raindrops fell onto her face. The raindrops on the ground looked as if they were dancing; the rain creating a mud splatter. The petrichor was accompanied by a gush of cold air.

There were ripples at places where the rain dropped.

She walked to a mall to take shelter from the rain. However, she noticed that the man was still holding the umbrella as he stood in the rain. He had been standing behind her all along.

Yan Huan walked up the steps and stood there without saying a word. Meanwhile, the rain was getting heavier. It almost turned into a downpour in the end. She could still sense the chill of the rain, splashing on her even though she was sheltered.

As for that man, he stood upright all this while, without even moving a single inch.

The distance between them right now was not merely a few steps away; it seemed to be greater and further than that.

It was still raining, and the people on the streets were dwindling. The breeze smelled like petrichor; it felt cold and desolate. The sky gradually became darker.

The street lights lit up, casting bright pools of light under the fine drizzle. There were cars passing along the street. Many pedestrians seemed to be drenched from the rainwater which was occasionally splashed up by the cars. Yan Huan held her handphone in front of her. Actually, she was not even taking a picture of anything; she was merely recording a video of how the rain turned from a mere drizzle into a heavy downpour. At this moment, it had almost turned into a torrential rain.

Once again, she tugged her coat tighter around herself and walked away.

Meanwhile, that man stepped forward at the same time and held the umbrella above her head.

Yan Huan raised her head and looked at the umbrella above her. All of a sudden, tears started to well up in her eyes.

That person, do you still remember the man who was holding the umbrella?

That person, do you still remember that woman who was completely drenched in the rain?

However, things had changed over time. In fact, so many years had passed.

She turned around and lowered her head. She stepped on the puddles from time to time, creating one hole after another.

She had come out for a stroll. However, when it was time to go home, she did not know where to go.

Yes, where should she go? Although she had a net worth of over 100 million, she did not even have her own person space. Thus, she made up her mind. She would clean up her personal space tomorrow. However, it was currently occupied by Yi Ling's junk.

She stepped into the water again. There were many puddles on the ground, too many to be avoided.

Her shoes were soaked; so were her socks.

As for where she should go, it seemed like she had nowhere to go. The only place that she could go was Lu Yi's. She did not even bring her identity card along with her; thus, she could not check-in at a hotel. Furthermore, her clothes were completely drenched. She did not even have any spare clothes to change into.

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