PFC Chapter 1381 Who Broke the Angel's Wings
Chapter 1381 Who Broke the Angel's Wings
Seventeen's bright eyes were obscured by the haze, and Rong Zhen's palm slid gently across her face.
"The beauty is in vain, the fragrance is for whom?"
Seventeen smiled at him, and Rong Zhen asked in a low voice, "You don't remember your father, do you?"
"I remember." Seventeen nodded. "He was tall and powerful. He loved me very much, but he was also very strict."
"Do you remember what your father looks like?" Rong Zhen asked softly.
Seventeen's eyes flickered with hesitation, and she neither nodded nor shook her head, perhaps recalling something. She sat on the ground, leaning against his strong legs, her head resting on his knees. Her innocent look made people feel sad.
Rong Zhen looked at Seventeen. She must have experienced a lot of pain to become like this.
Seventeen raised his eyes and said, "I'm tired."
"So, do you want to rest here for a while or go back to your place?" Rong Zhen asked her softly. Seventeen shook her head, "No, I'll stay here."
Rong Zhen was amused, but remained seated, Seventeen's arms resting on his knees, his face resting on his hands. He closed his eyes, unwilling to talk about his family.
Rong Zhen sighed softly, "The sutra beads remain motionless, her brows furrowed, her makeup gone, revealing her innocence. If it were me, he would never let my little angel be so sad."
What is more important than the happiness of your own daughter?
Rong Zhen knew he was just a passing visitor, accompanying his father to the capital for a two-day meeting. He would leave early the next morning. Meeting her was an accident, like a dream from which he would awaken at dawn. Tomorrow morning, they would part ways. He wanted to know her story, but he had no right to interfere. He could offer nothing but sympathy and pity.
"I want to see the little angel." Seventeen said softly.
Rong Zhen frowned deeply, slowly raised his hand, and finally stroked her head, comforting her gently.
Seventeen raised her head, her eyes persistent and pleading, "Can I?"
Rong Zhen looked at Shiqi so intently that he felt a little at a loss for what to do. After looking at each other for a moment, he carefully refused.
"The little angel is far away..."
"Is it farther than where my brother lives?" Seventeen asked.
"Where is your brother?"
"Very far away." She answered firmly.
"...The little angel might be closer. She's in Kyoto, but not in the capital. To see the little angel, you have to leave here, Baihuazhou, the capital, and also your parents, relatives, and friends..."
"I just want to see the little angel." Seventeen lowered his head again.
A slight ripple appeared in Rong Zhen's heart. No one would have the heart to hurt such a simple and beautiful child.
"I'll ask your father for permission. If he agrees, I'll take you to Kyoto. I'll be your tour guide and show you Kyoto's mountains and waters, its ancient city and buildings. I'll also let you try Kyoto's special snacks and listen to Kyoto's ancient songs..."
Rong Zhen raised his eyes slightly and saw the scene of the two of them strolling on the street with their daughter. They went hiking hand in hand, she sang and he played the piano accompaniment. It was like the happiness in a fairy tale, simple, quiet and warm.
Rong Zhen is a photography enthusiast. During his school years, he was labeled a "literary youth." He believes everything has a unique perspective that can be captured through a camera. He prefers to see the truth, goodness, and beauty in life, and refuses to accept its dark side. His idealism is rejected by modern society, and he detests worldly women, so he refuses every marriage arranged by his family.
It is better to be alone than to be with someone you don’t like. Why should two people who are not suitable for each other be forced to be together?
Marriage is not about a day or a month, it is a lifetime. If you compromise for a lifetime, you will make it difficult for yourself and your partner. Why bother?
"I want to go." Seventeen said softly, still with a very light smile.
Rong Zhen's slender hand fell on her brow again. He was smiling, but he looked so rude. What kind of sadness was hidden behind his bright eyes?
"Qiqi, if one day the little angel tells me that she wants to leave me, I think I will be in great pain." Rong Zhen said softly, with a hint of sadness between his brows.
How could a man like this survive in the business world? His strategies and approaches were too idealistic, too individualistic, and he didn't consider environmental factors. He believed business wasn't about his own success, or his own photography exhibition, but about mutual benefit for all. These days, the world is no longer one-man show; success depends on strength, platform, and resources. He refused to associate with them, dismissing the business world's tainted with money. What could he achieve on his own?
Seventeen looked at Rong Zhen in confusion, "Why should I leave you?"
"Just like you now, if you want to go to Kyoto, you have to leave your father and your home. One day, the little angel will do the same." Rong Zhen said softly.
Seventeen's eyes darkened. "It turns out my hope cannot be realized. I have to live here forever and cannot leave..."
Her father was a sinner with broken wings. At this moment, she was trying hard to think about where her father was.
"Where is your mother?" Rong Zhen suddenly asked.
Seventeen stared at Rong Zhen in a daze, "Mother?"
Her eyes gradually became blurred, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, probably as she tried to find where her mother was.
She began to pull at her hair, bang her head, and shake it vigorously, making strange noises and looking ferocious. Rong Zhen subconsciously grabbed her hands and half-knelt in front of her.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it, I won't ask anymore..."
Her face was pale, her eyes were bloodshot, her gaze was unfocused, her hair was disheveled, and she was trembling all over like a deer that had been forced astray.
Rong Zhen gently hugged her, stroked her back like he was coaxing a little girl, and hummed the nursery rhyme softly.
She shouldn't be locked up here, treated like a mental patient. She's conscious and can talk to him fluently. As long as she's not made to miss her family, she's fine. So, this place doesn't belong to her. Her world is so beautiful, so pure, and she shouldn't be imprisoned here.
Seventeen fell asleep on Rong Zhen, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.
Rong Zhen watched the time pass by minute by minute. It was almost two o'clock. He felt anxious. His legs were numb from squatting and he couldn't move at all.
Rong Zhen tried to adjust the position and put her on the sofa. He didn't dare to carry her into the room. This was the capital, and he was not brave enough to do that.
As soon as Rong Zhen moved, Seventeen woke up, slowly let go of him, and leaned back on the sofa. Rong Zhen smiled, then stood up, but didn't move after standing. The numbness in his legs came up, and he stood stiffly.
Seventeen looked up at Rong Zhen and said softly, "I often sleep on my brother's back. He carries me home and knows I'm asleep. Even when we get home, he won't go in because he wants me to sleep a little longer."
Rong Zhen smiled. What a smart girl she was. She could see his good side and she understood him.
Seventeen looked at Rong Zhen and smiled gently.
In reality, she hated Kou Quan and Qi Yao, but she didn't know that he had already been engraved in her heart.