Chapter 1127: Blind Devotion Always Misplaced (5)
Han Jing wasn’t wrong; if this continues, one day, eventually, she won’t be able to bear it.
When she can’t bear it anymore, what she’ll do, she doesn’t even know herself.
She surely won’t be able to stay rational.
Feng Peining closed her eyes, scenes from the past quickly flashed in her mind, and fortunately, most of them were memories she felt very happy about. As for those moments of melancholy, when recalled as memories, they weren’t so hard to bear.
On the contrary, if she really continues like this, eventually, those times she considered happy will slowly change, her eyes will be completely blinded, unable to see the beauty anymore.
She likes him, a feeling that should be happiness; she really doesn’t want to end up in mutual torment.
Feng Peining covered her face, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, her heart trembled with pain, and her mind was like two little people arguing madly. One tells her to stay, at least she could see him every day, still be with him. The other coldly says, if you don’t let go, eventually Ning Xu’s fate will be yours, you’ll collapse, lose all reason, and be destroyed, losing all the goodness between you.
After a long time, Feng Peining wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, let go of her hands, and opened her eyes.
"Xiaoqi, Miss Jing, thank you for telling me these things. I will have someone arrange for you to rest. I want to be alone and think for a couple of days before telling you my decision, okay?" Feng Peining still seemed a bit lost; although her heart was struggling to the point of madness, she still couldn’t make a decision like this.
After all, he is the man she’s loved for ten years; how could she just let go?
Xiaoqi saw her struggle but didn’t insist: "Then, Aunt, please rest well. Sister Jing and I won’t stay here. Tell me when you decide. I’ll be in the garden outside the city these two days. Oh, and don’t tell Shui Jingmo that Ning Xu is already dead; this was Ning Xu’s wish before he died."
Feng Peining nodded, and Xiaoqi and Han Jing, without eating, bid her farewell and left.
Left alone, Feng Peining originally intended to return to her room, but somehow suddenly turned back and sat down at the dining table.
The food was a bit cold, yet she seemed not to notice, silently eating alone.
It’s said that matters of the heart are like drinking water; only one knows whether it’s warm or cold.
Suddenly, she recalled that over the past ten years, she sat at the same table with Jing Mo countless times having dinner, and actually, having dinner together was what she most looked forward to, yet feared the most.
Because he often accompanied her to dinner, yet after dinner, he would leave without hesitation.
No matter how much she hoped he would stay, he never made an exception.
Feng Peining ate flavorless food, then suddenly realized, over the past ten years, sitting at the same table with him for dinner, she had never truly tasted the flavor of the food. Whether she was happy or melancholic, she had never seriously savored the taste of the meal.
Because her eyes only had Jing Mo, she liked him so much, and looking at him was such happiness, yet thinking about his imminent departure made her so anxious and disappointed.