My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1101: Is It a Real Illusion?

But she still walked over, picked up the water beside him, and Third Young Master Jun felt a different breath. His blurred eyes lifted to glance at her, the hazy figure before him.

He shuddered, disbelief written all over his face, his breathing heavy as he strained to recognize her, gradually coming into clearer focus.

Ye Lu felt somewhat embarrassed and uneasy.

She bent down to help him insert the straw into the water cup.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked, her voice low and soft, gentle and warm as the sunlight when spring snow first melts, full of tenderness and care.

Third Young Master Jun still looked astonished, and it was a long while before he cautiously reached up to touch her face, holding his breath, his voice hoarse and urgent, "Is it really you? Or am I confused again, hallucinating?"

He quickly withdrew his hand, a self-deprecating smile playing around his pale lips, filled with profound anguish.

"Ha, I must be delirious. Why would Ye Lu be here, treating me so kindly!"

The ruthless and cold sound of her voice still rang in his ears when she didn’t hesitate to say she wanted a divorce, each word piercing him to the core.

She would scoff at him, mock him, but never smile tenderly at him.

She had never been gentle with him, so how could this be her?

He must be delirious again. He could feel the fever raging, his vision blurred, what he saw, nothing but an illusion.

And right now, she must still be in the villa back in the country, her heart filled with resentment and anger toward him!

He closed his eyes weakly, his heart desolate.

What was he hoping for? An impossibility, had he begun to believe in so-called miracles?

Ye Lu saw him close his eyes, her heart pained sharply, the taste bitter in her mouth.

He had touched her but still thought it was an illusion. Should she call him deluded or stupid to death? Silly man, he had verified it himself yet still didn’t believe she would come here.

Ye Lu’s eyes darkened, tears nearly spilling over.

Had she hurt him so deeply that, even with reality in front of him, he couldn’t believe it?

Looking down at his utterly pallid face, he had lost so much weight in just a week. His facial contours became more chiseled, giving him a more resolute and powerful appearance, shedding his usual sly and bewitching air for a more steely and stern aura. Yet he looked so frail that it inwardly pained anyone who saw.

The suffering he had endured these past days was not just physical but also inflicted upon him by her own hands.

"It’s me, this isn’t an illusion, or do you prefer it to be one?" Ye Lu said, a little apprehensive but ultimately reaching out bravely to tightly grasp his hand.

Regardless of what he thought, this time, she was determined to face everything bravely and not run anymore.

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes suddenly flew open, his bloodshot eyes filled with shock, confusion, bewilderment, all sorts of complicated and suppressed emotions. After several confirmations, his lips barely parted, his breath quick and anxious:

"Why have you come here?"

Ye Lu was just about to speak when darkness flashed in his eyes, and his lips, as pallid and as colorless as withered snow, curled into a self-mocking smile.

"I get it, you flew over here just to divorce me. Ha ha, to hasten the divorce, you couldn’t even wait for the night to pass, could you?"

His heart was desolate, his voice hoarse and weak without a hint of resentment or anger, only deep sorrow and disappointment, the bewilderment of realizing he had nothing left.

No amount of love could withstand the cruelty of fate’s jests and mercilessness.