Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute

Chapter 24: Chapter 024: Each Follows Their Own Path Under the Heavens

“Have you been well lately?”

Suddenly, the man’s voice pulled Su Shu’s drifting thoughts back to reality. @@novelbin@@

She paused, then nodded slightly, “I’ve been quite good.”

Shen Han frowned slightly, seemingly unsatisfied with her reply, but at the same moment he couldn’t articulate what made him discontented.

Years had passed since they last met, and now seeing him again, Su Shu was genuinely a bit restrained, even though facing Shen Han, she knew her heart no longer raced as intensely as before. Yet his existence had spanned her entire adolescence, that most naive time when he was her whole world.

Hate him?

Su Shu didn’t know herself, the memories of the past had been mostly diluted by the tough life that followed. Besides, in the life that ensued, there was such a domineering man who forcefully intruded into her life, making her past with Shen Han feel like a dream from a lifetime ago. Meeting him now felt like revisiting a dream from her girlhood.

It was a dream, not life, and once awake, she was awake.

Yet to say she didn’t hate him, Su Shu couldn’t manage that.

Was she so kind-hearted that after having her sincere love crushed to pieces, she could still say, “I still love you, and bear no grudges for what happened”?

Was she a fool?

When she loved someone, of course, she sought reciprocation and hoped that after giving her all, the other person would like her back. As for what she had given, she could let go; she could take a loss—it was nothing as long as she was alive. She, Su Shu, could afford to lose.

But having fallen into a pit once, couldn’t she wish to walk around it the next time she saw it?

Shen Han was her abyss. In her past life, she’d almost failed to climb out of it. This life, upon seeing him, her first instinct was to avoid him, it would be best if you’d just pretend you don’t know me, and I will do the same.

In this life, you take your broad avenue, and I’ll cross my single-log bridge. Let’s not cross paths. We’ll each return to our own homes, to our own mothers. Isn’t that much better?

Yet, Shen Han came uninvited.

At that moment, Su Shu felt like laughing, a bitter kind of laughter.

In all the years she had known Shen Han, she had begged him countless times in her past life to come to this little apartment to keep her company, to no avail.

And now, his tall and majestic frame was actually sitting on her ordinary fabric sofa. Reborn, nothing felt right anymore, Su Shu thought.

Seeing that her every response was minimal, the delicate features of her pretty face clearly read: I’m not comfortable.

Did his presence put pressure on her?

Shen Han’s eyebrows quirked slightly as he undid the button of his suit at the chest, leaning back against the sofa with one long leg casually draped over the other knee. Already a man of exceptional demeanor, he now exuded a different kind of languid elegance, not showing the slightest discomfort in the small apartment, as if it were his own even on the first visit.

Just as in his eyes, Su Shu was still his.

After returning to the country, his most pressing concern was dealing with the leadership of Shen Group. He planned to look for Su Shu after sorting out his work. However, the memory of her cold and distant gaze that night couldn’t be erased from his mind. When he was working, her face and that of the little child kept floating before his eyes.

Shen Han immensely disliked this feeling of losing control.

Furthermore, the sense of rejection from Su Shu, the unwillingness for him to be in her apartment tonight, he disliked it equally. His mood was somber, his dark eyes became deep and obscure.

He needed to know, exactly where things had gone wrong.

Such that within a month of not seeing her, this girl not only had a five-year-old little girl but also harbored thoughts of leaving him.

Leave him?

The thought that a girl who had liked him for more than ten years could entertain such an idea made Shen Han’s eyes darken profoundly.