<h4>Chapter 755: Chapter 755: He Is the One Who Understands Her</h4>


    Holding the letter in a daze, An Ruo once again sighed at the irony of fate.


    If back then she had read this letter, maybe she would have waited for him to return before deciding whether to get engaged to Mo Hua or not.


    If she had read it, perhaps the oue would have been different, and she wouldn’t be struggling today.


    But she did not, and was this what they called the tricks of fate?


    An Ruo sighed wistfully, holding thest letter in her hand, determined to finish reading it; she didn’t want to miss out on anything anymore.


    Upon opening thest letter, there were two neatly folded sheets of paper inside.


    One of them showed traces of ink strokes; she decided to open that one first.


    [An Ruo, do you remember the portrait you drew of me? That was the only painting you ever did of me, regretfully, I didn’t keep it, which has always been a regret of mine.


    When you were drawing my portrait, I was shocked by the me you painted.


    We weren’t in love at that time, but you captured all my essence, even the emotions hidden deep in my eyes. I thought then you must be a very attentive woman, and one who understood me.


    If you didn’t understand me, you wouldn’t have been able to capture my feelings or see through my pretense.


    There was no one in this world who understood me, I was always alone, but then I found you, and from that moment, my life felt moreplete.


    You might think these words sound insincere, but it’s only in front of you that I reveal my truest thoughts.


    I’ve pretty much said everything I wanted to say to you. Maybe my words can’t move you, but I’ve finally achieved not hiding my emotions anymore...


    This drawing is my gift to you. Over the past two years, whenever I had spare time in Country A, I would practice drawing. I don’t have a talent for it, and it took me a long time to produce the feeling I wanted; I hope you like it.]


    An Ruo hurriedly unfolded the other sheet of paper, and a simple sketch of a person appeared before her eyes.


    It was her, he had drawn her likeness.


    Lonely yet hopeful eyes, lips with a hint of a smile, hair blown by the wind, simple lines revealing the truest parts of her heart.


    She had always been lonely, but she never gave up hope, nor did she ever reject any ray of sunlight around her.


    He had actually seen through her soul, knew the feelings in the depths of her heart, which greatly surprised her.


    An Ruo’s heart trembled slightly, and she suddenly felt her eyes well up.


    He said he was always lonely, no one understood him. Wasn’t she the same, having never found someone who understood her?


    Now she had found him; he was the one who understood her.


    Yet the pain and tears between them were too numerous, building a deep river between them. Crossing that river, how hard that would be.


    Tang Yuchen, is it that what we cannot have is always the best?


    Why do we have to reach a point of no return before understanding what it is we truly want?


    An Ruo looked out at the night through the window, unable to hold back her sad tears.


    The next day, Tang Yuchen came to pick up Kangkang very early. She thought he would send a driver, but she didn’t expect him toe in person.


    After saying goodbye to them, she drove to the studio.


    The studio’s business had been fairly good recently, with peopleing in to buy paintings every now and then; even though the quantity and profits weren’t high, it was enough to cover all expenses.


    She was vexed in matters of the heart, but at least she had no worries in her career.


    An Ruo wasn’t a woman with a strong career drive, but she understood that a woman still needed to have her own career.