novelraw Chapter 347 - 325: If He Regrets It, Is It Too Late?
Chapter 347 - 325: If He Regrets It, Is It Too Late?
"How is Su Yan now?"An’an shook her head. "The doctor said there’s another surgery tomorrow, and they can’t guarantee if he’ll wake up."
Su Nian remained silent for a moment, then pulled An’an out of the ward. Grandma followed them, asking, "An’an, if he never wakes up, are you just going to stay here forever?"
"Grandma, he needs me right now. He has always taken care of me. I can’t just abandon him. Besides... I bear some responsibility for his car accident."
Su Nian sighed lightly and asked, "An’an, tell Mom, do you really like Su Yan?"
Before An’an could answer, Grandma immediately voiced her opposition. "He is your uncle! You absolutely cannot be together!"
An’an hung her head in silence, unsure of what she should do, but at least she couldn’t abandon him right now.
"Listen to your grandma, An’an. Hurry and find someone to marry, anyone but him!"
"Grandma... can we talk about this later?"
Grandma understood that the public opinion had already put enough pressure on her, and she didn’t want to add more stress. "Grandma won’t force you for now, you can take care of him in the hospital, but being together is out of the question."
An’an remained silent, and so did Su Nian.
Seeing that An’an was fine, Su Nian went back to pack some daily necessities for her, and then the family left.
Grandma initially suggested hiring a nurse, but An’an insisted on staying, so they didn’t push her.
It was late at night in the hospital. He had been unconscious for several days, still lying there with his eyes closed. An’an sat by the bed, her mind in turmoil.
For a brief moment, she wished he wasn’t her uncle.
"Little Uncle, please wake up, okay? I won’t make you angry anymore, and I’ll never ignore you again..."
An’an silently shed tears, holding his hand and leaning on the bed. Her tears flowed down her cheeks and into his palm, but he still showed no response.
...
Future Tech, the company was almost empty at this hour, with only a dim light on in the CEO’s office.
Shen Yiran sat in front of the computer, the screen’s light casting a bleak pallor on his face.
The computer screen didn’t display locked program codes but the Weibo interface, showing the news about An’an and Su Yan.
When it came to forbidden love, it mattered to him more than anyone. Su Yan’s words made him feel his own cowardice.
Fearing public opinion, he chose to give up on Dudu, watching her marry another man. Even on her wedding day, when she wore a bridal gown and said she was willing to run away with him, he chose to back down.
When you fall in love with someone, you can overlook everything—age, gender, identity...
But sometimes, out of love, you become cautious, choosing to give up to protect her from getting hurt.
Online comments varied, with insults but mostly support.
"Little Uncle, keep going! As long as it’s true love, we’ll always support you!"
"Nowadays, gender isn’t an issue, so why should identity be? At worst, just adopt kids later!"
"Little Uncle is right, being with the person you love is more important than anything!"
...
Shen Yiran slowly closed the computer, shrinking into his chair, utterly exhausted. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
If he regretted it, was it too late?
She was already married. What right did he have to disturb her?
The one who kept rejecting was him. He had lost the chance to make amends. But that love only grew heavier...