Chapter 650: Chapter 422: Goodbye, Mr. Shi

After finishing a sumptuous dinner in silence with the big shot.

When Ning Youguang took the garbage from the takeaway to the hallway outside to dispose of it, she realized:

Today, she originally just wanted to drop him home, but unexpectedly ended up drinking an extra bottle of water at his place, then she discovered she could use this chance to delve deeper into another side of him, yet she silently accompanied him in eating a bowl of rice...

Actually — she just wanted to send him home.

"Mr. Shi, thank you for the dinner."

Returning to the big shot’s home, Ning Youguang directly walked to her suitcase, "It’s getting late, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first, you should also rest early."

The other party sat in the middle of the empty living room, his deep gaze fell on her, "You Guang."

"Hmm?" Confusion arose on Ning Youguang’s face.

"The light is beneath your feet." His voice was very gentle, almost floating.

But she heard it very clearly.

She lowered her head and saw the last trace of the sunset, just diagonally spread on her instep, rendering a warm texture like an oil painting.

Autumn had just started, the summer heat had not yet faded.

This trip to Beijing, she was wearing a pair of BALLY loafers.

The big shot’s home was both clean and empty.

She took off her shoes at the entrance and entered the house barefoot along with him.

"I like the feeling of sunshine on my body, warm." She gently moved her white, smooth toes, looked up at the person sitting in the wheelchair, smiling happily, "It makes me feel like I’m living like a plant."

"A plant?" The other person raised his head, on his expressionless face, a tiny hint of amusement flashed through his eyes.

Unfortunately, Ning Youguang did not catch it.

But it didn’t prevent her from clearly sensing the other person’s emotions had returned to peace.

Hence, she was motivated to continue chatting with him for a few more sentences, "It would be wonderful if people could live quietly like plants, completely ignoring the opinions of others, just focusing on growing their own leaves, blooming their own flowers, even wounded, can self-heal, growing new branches and leaves from the pain, blooming more beautiful flowers."

"Sounds good." The other party nodded gently and moved the wheelchair.

He came to her, reached for her suitcase, "I’ll take you."

Ning Youguang looked down to see the sunlight’s reflection just falling on the face of the person in front of her, dispelling his cold air instantly, with his delicate, handsome face now having a jade-like warmth.

"Mr. Shi, forgive my presumptuousness to offer you a suggestion, I think you can really benefit from more sunshine at home." As her heartstrings were moved, she wanted to persuade this person in front of her, "Maybe watching one sunset or having one sunny day won’t bring any special feeling, but if you continue day after day, you will certainly see the significance of persistently getting sunlight one day in the future. Humans are really no different from plants, needing sunlight to grow healthier; otherwise, they too will wither like plants."

Gradually growing a stagnant air, like a living corpse.

After seriously listening to her words, the other person slowly turned his head to look out the window, "If you encounter a patient who, despite being given a good method, still does not follow your medical advice and continues to act recklessly—how would you deal with it?"

"I would feel helpless, yet choose to let go, respecting their choices in life, because I once tried to reach out to such people, only discovering that my efforts weren’t appreciated and easily sparked resentment, resulting in me ultimately unable to do anything." Ning Youguang turned, looking out the window along with him, "The only thing I can do is dedicate my time and energy to helping others I can help."

"Is that all?" The other person asked again.

"Also prayer and blessing." Ning Youguang said, "Bless them to encounter better relationships, pray they can walk out of the shadows, pray when they face any problems in the future, they can overcome them."

The room fell silent again for a while.

After a long time, the person sitting in the wheelchair was the first to break the silence, "Let’s go, I’ll take you."

He moved his wheelchair out first, carrying her suitcase, all the way to the elevator.

Until the elevator downstairs was about to reach the thirtieth floor.

He released the suitcase in his hands, and solemnly asked her, "For people who cannot find their purpose in life nor the meaning of living, how should they find good vitality?"

Ning Youguang slowly responded, "Go inward, settle oneself."

"Ding..."

The elevator doors quickly opened in front of both of them, it was empty inside.

Ning Youguang slowly stepped inside with her suitcase.

As she turned to press the elevator switch, she saw the person outside the elevator, still silently sitting in the wheelchair, not leaving immediately.

"Mr. Shi, goodbye."

His figure seemed somber and lonely, resembling the mountain fog that never disperses during the winter at Qingcheng Mountain outside Jing City.

...

"What are you thinking about?" Shi Wangyue saw the person opposite losing focus in her eyes, obviously distracted, so he waved his hand to her.

"Ah—" Ning Youguang snapped back, "Nothing."

That was clearly evasive.

Shi Wangyue stopped eating fruit, stopped talking, just silently watched her, staring into her eyes.

As everyone knows, when someone seriously concentrates on making eye contact with another person, their gaze can penetrate the flesh, directly reaching the soul.

Ning Youguang was defeated under his gaze, "Alright, I’m thinking about the house."

"What’s there to think about the house?" Shi Wangyue picked up another blueberry, "If you like it, then buy it."

His tone was very relaxed, even carried a hint of laughter.

Apart from respecting what she did, it was still respect.

Facing this Shi Wangyue.

Ning Youguang suddenly recalled a sentence she had seen in a book — "He willingly accepts the original you, except for respect, it is also respect, without any change, this is compassion born of love."

Past and present lives, countless light and shadow overlapped and scattered in an instant.

"Yes... I really like it there."

She spoke out hoarsely, feeling a swift surge of bitterness in her heart that welled up, turning her eyes water-bright.

"If you really like it, then buying it is right." Shi Wangyue was startled by her sudden tears.

He quickly stood up, walked to Ning Youguang’s side and crouched down, gently comforting her, "Why are you crying?"

"Seeing how good you are, I’m very moved." She spoke hoarsely.

For Ning Youguang, the most touching aspects of love never were sweet talk or expensive gifts, but subconscious concern and the tenderness in tone.

The child was never a gentle person, yet he did all these gentle things for her. 1314