My Dominant Contract Husband Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 706: Just One Last Step (10)

He didn’t board the plane that crashed; he’s still alive, didn’t his mother pass this news back? Why doesn’t she know? Fine, even if no one informed her, what about Secretary Lin? Why did Secretary Lin also think he had passed away?

The voicemails continued, her voice persistently sounding in his ears—happy, dejected, sad, heartbroken—all emotions poured out to him, as if he were still by her side, as if he were the greatest motivation she was seeking.

One hundred and sixty-eight messages, she persisted for nearly half a year, without a single day of interruption.

Though clearly hopeless, she still held onto hope; though clearly at a dead end, she was unwilling to give up.

For the first time, he realized that Dong Xin Yan was so foolish, and it was for him that she was foolish.

How could such a small and fragile body bear such great sorrow and still persistently search?

How could such a small and fragile body find him and, in the face of his cold indifference, not give up in the slightest?

How could such a small and fragile body, under his repeated cold dismissals, still strive to smile at him?

Unconsciously, he listened to the last message, which was from yesterday.

"Gu Ningyi, I just knew you’d surrender to me in the end—who told you to love me, right? But, Gu Ningyi, thank you for still loving me. Because of love, I’ve been able to hold on until now. I will work hard; tomorrow I will present the best of me in front of you, as only the best of me is worthy of the best Gu Ningyi."

"Turn around."

Gu Ningyi suddenly spoke, his voice low, heavy, as if suppressing something, and his whole body couldn’t help but tremble lightly.

The driver didn’t react for a moment and simply let out a confused "Ah?"

Gu Ningyi lifted his dark eyes, his gaze deep and sharp, pressing fiercely toward the driver, cold as ice.

The driver’s back immediately broke out in a cold sweat and promptly turned the steering wheel to return the car the way they came.

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How sad must one be to be unable to hold on?

How despairing must one be to want to give up?

In those few months of the past, she had experienced the utmost sadness, the deepest despair, yet in the end, she grit her teeth and managed to pull through.

She truly thought those were the limits... but they weren’t.

The real sadness and despair could come from just one gesture from a beloved person, one look, one word, and it would be enough to plunge you into the eighteen layers of hell, into endless darkness.

...

"Gu Ningyi, I truly love you."

"Dong Xinyan, I can no longer believe in you."

...

This was her confession, yet that was his answer.

He still loved her, but he could no longer trust her—all her efforts, all her love, in his eyes, were just an illusion.

What could be more despairing than this?

Whatever the situation, she could strive, put in the effort, but if he doesn’t believe her, what more can she do?

Carve out her heart for him to see?

If she could, she would gladly do so!

Dong Xin Yan laughed self-deprecatingly, yet the tears flowed more fiercely. She habitually fished her phone out of her bag, habitually dialed that eternally off-number she dialed every day.

This was her only mental support, her only comfort.

Dialing this number, she habitually left a message, crying so much her brain went fuzzy, not realizing that it had been connected, she whispered into the phone, word by word.