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Chapter 352 - 352 353 He Loves Her (7)_1
Chapter 352 - 352 353 He Loves Her (7)_1
?Chapter 352: Chapter 353 He Loves Her (7)_1 Chapter 352: Chapter 353 He Loves Her (7)_1 In this world, there’s no love that’s worth losing yourself for.
However, in this world, there’s always that one person you’re willing to lose yourself for.
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Liang Chen came back to the villa late at night.
Nanny Lin hadn’t gone to bed yet. Hearing the sound of the door, she came out of her bedroom: “Mr. Chen, are you back? Have you had dinner yet?”
Liang Chen nodded, and asked: “How about Haohao?”
“Miss Jing woke up in the afternoon, ate half a bowl of porridge, took some medicine, watched TV for a while, had a bit more dinner than usual, and then fell asleep before nine.” Nanny Lin meticulously reported the day’s events of Jing Haohao to Liang Chen.
Liang Chen, showing no signs of impatience, listened earnestly and then went upstairs.
In the bedroom, Nanny Lin had considerately left on only the dim sleeping light. Liang Chen did not turn on the main light but first went to the bathroom to wash off the smell of alcohol. He then quietly climbed onto the bed.
He pulled Jing Haohao, out of habit, into his arms. The woman in his dreams, perhaps feeling the warmth, nestled deeper into his chest, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep soundly.
Liang Chen stared at Jing Haohao’s face for a while and gradually tightened the arm that was holding her, pressing her deeper into his chest, as if afraid to let her go.
The bedroom was extremely quiet. Liang Chen, holding Jing Haohao, quietly listened to the sound of their heartbeats. After a while, he softly raised his head, kissed her cheek, and whispered: “Haohao, you truly are my best.”
The woman in his dreams, however, did not react at all. Perhaps because she hadn’t yet recovered from her severe illness, she looked somewhat listless.
Liang Chen raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek before rubbing it against the top of her head. He continued to whisper, “All these years, the person I’ve been waiting for has been you.”
His voice was very low, softly murmuring to the sleeping Jing Haohao like a lover professing his devotion.
“Haohao… you have no idea how many years I’ve been waiting for you. Why did you only come to find me now?”
“Haohao, I know you resent me, but that’s okay… resentment, after all, is also a form of feeling, right?”
“Haohao… my dearest.”
Liang Chen’s voice gradually quieted. He buried his head in Jing Haohao’s neck and whispered in his heart: Haohao, I love you.
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When Jing Haohao woke up the next day, Liang Chen was not by her side.
She opened her eyes and looked somewhat dazedly at the empty side of the bed, wrinkling her brows.
Last night, in her dreams, she felt as if someone had held her, held her very tight. The embrace was comfortable, and warm. That person even murmured a lot of words into her ear, but she couldn’t remember a single sentence now.