Tyrannical Tycoon Haunts Me Relentlessly-Chapter 494: He Also Has His Lonely Moments 14
The Young Clan Leader really loves Anna, doesn’t he? Why wasn’t he the first to rush out and protect her when she was in trouble, but instead, question her along with everyone else?
Xia Yinian’s most unbearable frustration lies right there.
Trust... this is the so-called trust.
Being with someone who doesn’t trust you, even if you are happy now, you can’t guarantee that some unexpected situation won’t happen one day.
Without enough trust, what assurance does a woman have after something happens?
"Are you feeling unwell?" A deep voice arose at the door, "Does your heart feel uncomfortable?"
Xia Yinian looked up at him; he was leaning against the door, his stature truly impressive, tall and imposing.
No matter from which angle you look, he is always flawlessly angular, a perfect sight from every direction.
But the more perfect he is, the more painful Xia Yinian feels inside.
Is being handsome something to be proud of? Does being handsome give you the right to bully others?
"Do you care whether I feel uncomfortable or not?" She turned her face away, deciding not to look at him.
This man is of a bewitching kind; the more you look, the more you’re deceived by his handsome appearance, forgetting the bad things he has done.
Gu Beicheng didn’t speak this time, just watched her indifferently.
Xia Yinian thought he would say something to her, after all, today’s events were very similar to that day’s.
Didn’t he ever think that the situation could have been the same back then?
But ultimately, Gu Beicheng didn’t come over, instead turning around and going back into the hall.
Xia Yinian was truly agitated; was he pretending to be dumb, or was he really that dense?
But on second thought, she suddenly felt herself being a bit neurotic.
After all this, what else was she still hoping for?
Suddenly, a deep piano sound came from a corner of the hall, playing the bass keys, each tone so somber.
It was a depressing kind of somberness; even without seeing the person playing, one would know his mood must be very bad.
Xia Yinian thought she was being masochistic; why does it matter to her if he is in a bad mood?
Yet, she really climbed out of bed, went into the hall, and looked at the man playing the piano.
His back was desolate, conveying an extreme sense of cold aloofness and forlornness, his broad back, which should have given an immense sense of security, somehow made one’s heart ache when seen from this angle.
Xia Yinian didn’t know what exactly was making her heart ache, but it was just achy.
She was supposed to hate him, yet why, during such a time, when she should be angry, did he present her with such a back profile?
Looking at it felt lonely, solitary, and... fragile.
Could he also have times of loneliness and vulnerability? She didn’t believe it; he was the high and mighty Seventh Young Master, who could command the wind and summon the rain.
He was the Seventh Young Master whom everyone feared but also looked up to.
How could he be lonely or even vulnerable?
That’s just... impossible.
The piano music continued to be solemn, oppressively affecting one’s heart, and before she knew it, Xia Yinian had approached him from behind.
He was aware of his girl standing behind him, but suddenly, his feelings towards her were too complex.
He seemed, yet undecided on what to do.
Finally, Xia Yinian’s nose felt sour, and in a hoarse voice, she said, "...stop playing."
He was playing so sorrowfully, her heart was truly aching.
Lifting her hand to her eyes to wipe, she actually wiped away a handful of tears!
