Chapter 11 Coming Home
“So—can we cancel the engagement now?”
My face was already soaked with tears by the time I finished.
Shen Zhiye’s reaction wasn’t what I expected.
His usually smiling peach-blossom eyes were red, lashes casting trembling shadows under the light.
He didn’t look disgusted.
He gently wiped my tears with his thumb, careful, like I was something precious and breakable.
“I clearly haven’t done enough.”
His voice was hoarse with guilt.
“That’s why you’re pushing me away over people who don’t matter.”
Those words felt like warm sunlight easing the walls I’d built around my heart.
I stared at him, tears falling again.
He pulled me into his arms like comforting a child, palm stroking my shaking back.
“Don’t cry, Gu Jiao. Who said you’re a bad person? To me, you’re the best girl in the world.”
He tapped my tear-soaked chest.
“Good girl—let’s go home and change your clothes, okay?”
Embarrassed, I tried to hide in his arms, but he scooped me up effortlessly.
The autumn breeze was cool, but his chest was so warm my eyes burned.
I buried my face against him as he carried me out of the car.
Only when we stepped through the doors of the brand-new, luxurious villa did I understand.
The home he meant was our newly decorated house.