<h4>Chapter 346: Chapter 347 Will She Come Back?</h4><h4></h4>


    Gan Yuan gently epted the ne, the brass chain carrying the weight and warmth of the man.


    This fake she’d bargained for from an antique dealer, back when she was too young and inexperienced to realize it wasn’t a genuine antique. She had given it to him joyously as a gift for his thirteenth birthday.


    Later she learned such nes were worth at most fifteen cents,monce at street stalls.


    Unexpectedly, he had always worn it.


    "It’s a very special ne."


    "It was a gift from Gaia for my thirteenth birthday." Moses’ tone became soft as he remembered their younger selves, and his gaze showed a rare tenderness. "It’s the most valuable ne in the world. For it, my little Gaia spent all her money."


    "You must have been very close," Gan Yuan said, her finger gently tracing the pendant. "If you were so close, why did she leave you?"


    "I believe she had her reasons," Moses said, his arms draped over the table as he watched her loweredshes. "As long as she returns, I can forgive her."


    Her eyshes trembled.


    "If she knew, she would be touched. But..." She set down the ne. "If she had her reasons, why not set her free?"


    "Why not open it and see the photo?" Moses suggested, lifting his chin.


    She swayed the ne in her hand, gently pressed the sp, and the pendant popped open to reveal the photo inside.


    It was her old picture; the girl in it smiled with lips curled, brighter than the sunlight.


    "Do you see her smile?" Moses pointed to the photo in her hand. "Only by my side can she have whatever she wants, do as she pleases, without pretense, withoutpromises,ugh when she feels like it, and make anyone she dislikes disappear... That’s true freedom!"


    The waiter approached with the appetizer, and Moses didn’t continue speaking.


    The tes were set before them, and Moses reached for his cutlery.


    "Maybe!" Gan Yuan swirled the pendant in her hand. "It does seem simr, but... after all, I’m not her, and I don’t know what she would think."


    Hearing her words, Moses’ grip on the knife and fork unconsciously tightened, causing an unusual sound from the metal, a clear sign of his struggle to restrain his anger.


    Gan Yuan nced up at his fingers and remained silent.


    "These six years..." Moses rxed his grip. "Every morning, I hope it’s all just a nightmare, that when I open my eyes, I’ll see her in front of me. I’m convinced she’s still alive, her room cleaned daily by her maid, her horse, her car... everything waiting for her to return. I don’t care about anything, I can forgive anything, as long as shees back. Miss Gan, do you think... she will return?"


    In the past, his fierce temper would have red by now.


    But this time, it didn’t.


    For the many years since she first saw him at the age of five, this was the first time Gan Yuan saw him hold back, this usually willful, self-indulgent man... his spoiled tone tinged with a hint of pleading.


    Her heart clenched, and Gan Yuan struggled to control the fierce emotions within.


    "Sir!" One of his subordinates approached cautiously, "Your phone call!"


    Moses nced sideways, his eyes filled with lethality.


    The subordinate choked back the words he was about to speak, hurriedly retreated, and Moses’ gaze returned to Gan Yuan’s face.


    "Miss Gan, you haven’t answered my question."


    ...


    ...


    Good morning.