CHAPTER 519: CHAPTER 212: THE BREAKUP AT EVE HOTEL (PART 3)

"Ziceng," Teacher Pei Luo’s tone was also very calm.

"I thought..." Su Ziceng had come to realize that everything was just her own wishful thinking, including her devotion that night, and her proposal to settle in Spain, followed by Pei Luo’s silent response.

Perhaps he had hinted at her many times, but love had blinded her, preventing her from noticing in time.

"I thought we were lovers," Su Ziceng squeezed out these words, tears already wetting her eyes.

"Do you remember our initial agreement, to act as temporary lovers? Temporary lovers don’t need to negotiate a breakup. Temporary lovers are like interns who’ve signed a temporary contract—slightly careless, and they can be dismissed without any reason."

"So, Teacher Pei Luo, are you teaching me, your dumbest student, that love involves two people, but breaking up only requires one to make that decision, right?" Su Ziceng clenched her hands, she no longer looked up at Pei Luo, and the tears in her eyes no longer flowed.

"Have you ever fantasized about us settling down together in Spain?" Su Ziceng just hoped Pei Luo would give her an answer.

"I never fantasize." Since the moment Ye Taina let go of his hand and left decisively, Pei Luo had thought about it countless times, but every time he would wake up from a nightmare, so since then, he had told himself not to fantasize.

"Did you ever love me, even for a moment?" Su Ziceng just wanted to confirm one last time.

"No, how can I fall in love with the daughter of my enemy? Su Ziceng, don’t say you never realized that it was your father, Su Qingzhang, who killed my mother." Pei Luo’s words shattered the last bit of hope Su Ziceng had.

Indeed, even she noticed that Mussen’s Blessing was stolen by Su Qingzhang, not to mention Pei Luo. Astute and meticulous as Pei Luo, how could he have not noticed.

His tenderness, his closeness, his consideration, everything was fake. She should have known earlier but was deluded.

Her body became like a wet sponge, all the tears locked inside. At this moment, Su Ziceng did not want anyone to touch her, even a mere simple touch would break the dam of her tears.

Her legs were trembling, and she used all her strength just to stand firmly.

Pei Luo wanted to reach out to help, but he sensed her gaze, and although he knew that if he didn’t reach out now, he would never be able to touch her again. But she stepped back, and his hand ultimately failed to grasp her.

He had decided to let go that day when he left the apartment.

"I found out I was wrong, talking to you about love is like speaking of music to a deaf person, I apologize for my foolishness," Su Ziceng turned away, choosing to escape.

Listening to her voice filled with despair, Pei Luo wished he really were deaf. Why, after a successful revenge, didn’t his chest fill with joy? Instead, Pei Luo felt a mistaken sensation of being revenged upon.

After saying those words, the grief in Su Ziceng seemed to have been abruptly drained away, leaving only dry numbness.

Passing through the flower garden, Su Ziceng dragged her feet, ahead were Mai Xue and a group of giggling bridesmaids.

Mai Xue stopped, clearly standing on the lawn, yet she looked at Su Ziceng with a pitiful eye, from a superior stance.

Su Ziceng smiled bitterly. What kind of woman was Mai Xue that she could make Pei Luo, a man she loved, accompany another woman in a prolonged revenge game. Perhaps this was where she could never catch up with Mai Xue; she indeed had the right to look down on herself.

The two nodded at each other, and Su Ziceng continued forward, walking down the corridor of Eve Hotel. Ahead was the same broad, flat observation corridor; for the first time, Su Ziceng found that a straight path could also make her so exhausted.

Mai Xue left the bridesmaids behind and approached Pei Luo.

Pei Luo just stood there; he didn’t wear a smile of accomplished revenge nor a displeased expression after breaking up, just stood as usual, his arms naturally hanging at his sides, his fingers curled as if he was holding onto something yet letting go.

After leaving the flower garden, Su Ziceng walked a few more steps, but eventually, she could not walk anymore. She leaned against the wall, feeling the cold wall supporting her.

A chill worse than the previous avalanche, she was afraid she would faint; she covered her mouth, her hand gripping onto "Red Love" tightly, breathing hard as if an oxygen-deprived patient.

Strength was shown for Pei Luo and Mai Xue to see, and in the washroom, in front of the polished mirror, the woman with tears streaming down her face, was left for Su Ziceng to reflect on herself.

She wanted to blame, and to hate. But Su Ziceng of the last life had already hated to the extreme, blamed to the extreme; in this life, blame and hate no longer had any effect. Hating what she hated, blaming what she blamed, ultimately it was all in vain.

Su Ziceng knew, if everything was pre-arranged, her rebirth was nothing but a loss to the stage Pei Luo planned. When the curtain fell on the stage, she was the only one without the applause of the audience.

Next to the wash basin, as soon as the water was turned on, her tears and sadness washed down together. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)