Chapter 256: Chapter 135 Superior Position_2 Chapter 256: Chapter 135 Superior Position_2 Maple’s tree language speaks of a love that retreats.

A love that retreats.

How could it be so fitting? Is there any other plant under heaven more suitable to describe Wen Yangzhi?

Some people have been retreating from the beginning, unable to bear her responsibilities, nor able to give her a future.

Yet he never said anything, just letting her and him develop, if she had not seen the problem, perhaps he did not plan to say it.

The Maple tree she treasured so much was just an unrealistic delusion, it should have been uprooted and sent away long ago.

The first time she saw him was under a Maple tree, which was not a good omen.

Yun Yuwan kept her head down, and Jiang Yingyu looked carefully before noticing she was crying, a tear falling into her bowl, but she did not speak, just kept eating, swallowing her tears with it.

Jiang Yingyu sat opposite her, feeling an indescribable heartache, as if seeing her cry, he knew the extent of the grievances she had endured.

He knew how important Millie’s tree was to her, after all, he had seen it, and now she was going to dig it up.

To make such a decisive choice, he feared some people had done enough to disappoint her.

Those who obtained her did not cherish her, and he feared he might not have the chance to protect her.

She kept eating, not caring about the tears falling, there wasn’t much food left, just a matter of seconds, he wanted to hand her a tissue, but she didn’t give him the chance to comfort her, as soon as she finished eating, she went straight upstairs.

Jiang Yingyu had never felt this way before, knowing it was his chance, the more despair she had for another person, the greater his opportunity.

But all he felt was heartache, seeing her cry at just the mention of it, he only wished she wouldn’t be sad, with not a hint of schadenfreude.

As soon as she went upstairs, she immediately sent him a message, seemingly calm and composed, “Can we take the high-speed train that leaves in half an hour?”

Seeing the message, he felt as if struck by pain, and he replied to her, “Yes.”

It takes just over an hour to get from London to Belgium by high-speed train, and Jiang Yingyu’s Schengen visa was still valid.

When boarding the high-speed train, it was as if nothing had happened to her.

Jiang Yingyu had her write her name on his few pieces of luggage, for fear of losing them.

She took a marker to write the character Jiang, just when she got to the radical 氵

Suddenly, she stopped.

Three drops of water.

Jiang Yingyu noticed her pause, “What’s wrong?”

She looked up, smiled, and brushed it off, “It’s nothing.”

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Actually, Wen Yangzhi’s choice was correct.

When he saw Yun Yuwan again, she was sitting in the Grand Place in Brussels, Belgium.

Sitting under a Gothic church.

She was very quiet, so different from the Yuwan he’d seen a while ago.

So tranquil, her wavy hair no longer flamboyantly spread out but rather demurely pinned up.

She seemed like someone who had never been loved, prudently hiding all the emotions that might trouble others.

She seemed accustomed to it, sitting there silently without making a sound.

A deep silence embedded in her being, unspoken.

Pigeons circled around her, snatching away her bag of bread.

She did not run after them, screaming like other tourists.

Instead, she watched them take it, as if used to having her things taken by others.

Anyway, nothing really belonged to her.

As if she had convinced herself, maybe she had been mistaken, it was never hers from the beginning.

She wore an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, using dull feathers, screaming herself hoarse to drown in her silent outcry.

Only when Jiang Yingyu approached did she slightly bend her eyes into a smile.

Jiang Yingyu held the bread that the birds had snatched away, too far to hear their conversation.

Just seeing her smile briefly, Jiang Yingyu standing in front of her, bending down to look at her, said something that made her smile a contented, soft smile.

She held the bread, carefully unwrapping it, eating it slowly, smiling as she watched Jiang Yingyu speak.

It seemed like the small joy of chasing after bread was something someone else did for her.

All those laughs used to be for him, because of the surprises he intentionally crafted, because of the things he did without saying.

Jiang Yingyu sat beside her, and she kept her gaze on him.

She maintained her smile whatever Jiang Yingyu said.

Even if the love was brief, she was stably adored, she looked very happy.

Maybe she should be.

Because Jiang Yingyu could give her everything.

A pigeon perched at her feet, her, the church, the square, the pigeons together looked like a painting.

His choice, perhaps, was the wrong one.

He just stood behind, watching them for over ten minutes, his arm draped with his dusty overcoat, standing there, just watching the Yuwan he had never known.

Unlike when she was with him, proactive, she was now like a completely new person—passive, introverted.

No need to use flamboyance to hide insecurity, no longer having to force herself, without the off-key laughter, serene and calm.

He had once thought that narcissistic personality as introverted and indifferent was a misconceived notion.

But perhaps he never really knew the true Yun Yuwan.

But Jiang Yingyu glanced to the side, and saw Wen Yangzhi standing under the church.

When Yun Yuwan noticed Jiang Yingyu’s gaze, she followed it and at the sight of Wen Yangzhi, her smile stiffened on her face.

She said to Jiang Yingyu, “Let’s speak English, and let’s go.”

Jiang Yingyu immediately stood up.

But Wen Yangzhi approached, his tall figure standing before Yuwan, she only wanted to flee, not to be shaken by him again, she was truly tired.

Jiang Yingyu shielded her with his body, blocking Wen Yangzhi’s view of her, and spoke before Wen Yangzhi could:

“I followed her here, Yuwan never disclosed her departure, I interrogated her friend, got the flight information, she did not know until we were at the airport that I would fly to Europe with her, it’s all unrelated to her, but I don’t want you to misunderstand her, because she has suffered enough.”

Wen Yangzhi’s gaze fell on the hem of Yuwan’s clothes that he had not fully covered.