The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1907 Striding with Head Held High
The night wind was chilly and biting cold; Los Angeles in January was finally showing some of the power of winter in the Northern Hemisphere.

Anson shielded Annie from the wind with his own body, protecting her tightly in his arms, and stared intently at the girl.

Anne looked up and could see a hint of hesitation, a touch of brokenness, and a trace of anxious pleading in Anson's eyes.

For a very, very short time, Annie wanted to surrender. There was no need for her to make things difficult for herself, much less for Anson.

That's it... okay?

But as Annie looked up into Anson's clear eyes, her heart slowly and irrevocably sank into them.

This left Annie feeling helpless and sad, her mouth filled with a bitter taste.

Anne looked closely at the man in front of her. "Anson, I like you. I'm almost in love with you..."

Her voice trembled, her body trembled, and her words were heartbreaking, but her eyes were more resolute than ever before.

"But I won't allow myself to fall like this if you're not prepared."

Quietly, Annie looked at Anson, their eyes meeting, there was nowhere to escape. Annie didn't need to answer, because she had already found the answer in those eyes, regaining the strength to stand tall amidst heartbreak and bitterness.

I don't think you're ready.

That light, airy voice, seemingly devoid of any power, struck Anson with thunderous force, causing him to crumble and lose all his armor.

Anson opened his mouth slightly, trying to say something, but the events that happened in the bathroom that night flashed through his mind and he swallowed them all back down.

A bitter taste filled his mouth, and Anson's eyes were brimming with tears. His hoarse voice tore through the night wind, "So you're breaking up with me?"

The slightly nasal teasing tone successfully made Anne's lips curl into a smile. "If I remember correctly, we were just dating, not officially dating. So, Mr. Wood, we've just stopped dating. You can rest assured, you haven't been dumped."

That playful teasing made Anson's smile bloom even through his tears.

Anson said in a thick nasal voice, "Phew, I'm so glad we clarified the facts and reached a consensus. I can keep my 100% victory badge."

Anne winked at Anson. "Of course. And who could refuse you, Anson Wood?"

Playful and smart.

Anne, now back to her usual self, sized up Anson, looking slightly hesitant, but ultimately her reason crumbled in the face of her emotions.

Annie took a step forward, hugged Anson with both hands, tiptoed, and gently brushed against Anson's cheek, getting close to his ear. After hesitating and struggling for a long time, countless thoughts surged in her mind, but in the end, all her words turned into one sentence, "Goodbye, Anson."

After saying that, she gently kissed Anson's cheek.

Anson leaned closer, trying to respond, but their cheeks only touched lightly. Annie seemed a little reluctant to part, but ultimately they still pulled away.

Then, Anne turned around and started walking.

Anson closed his eyes, and all the turmoil and tension rushed up at once, making it almost impossible to breathe. In that instant, too many memories flashed through his mind.

But Anson suppressed all his anger, turned to look at Annie's retreating figure, and said loudly, "I'll take you home."

Anne turned around and looked at Anson's silhouette in the night. "I'm not a child anymore. I can go home by myself. But thank you anyway."

After saying that, he turned around, took another step, head held high, but tears streamed down his face.

Even after getting into her car and starting the engine, Annie tried her best to remain calm and composed, constantly reminding herself that Anson was still watching from behind, and she couldn't give anything away. The car sped away, and Anson's figure in the rearview mirror gradually disappeared from sight.

Anne could no longer control herself, and tears streamed down her face. She couldn't tell if it was sadness, grievance, pain, or some other emotion; she just wanted to empty her insides completely.

Anson stood there blankly, staring at the end of the road. His mind was completely blank. His brain, which was always working and thinking, seemed to have temporarily stopped functioning. It was empty and there was nothing there. He didn't even know how he got home, but he eventually made it home safely.

When Lucas arrived home, the entire city was quiet. The horizon was already slightly bright, revealing a deep blue hue. Sunrise should not be far off. He dragged his tired body and throbbing head back to his room, but inadvertently caught sight of a figure in front of the French windows.

Lucas paused slightly, then turned and walked over.

Upon closer inspection, it was Anson, leaning against the sofa and gazing out the window. Lucas didn't hide his surprise. "I thought you were asleep here. Why are you still awake?"

Anson looked up groggily and said, "I just got dumped."

She paused for a moment, then added with a self-deprecating laugh, "Or to be more precise, we've stopped dating."

Lucas paused for a moment, then sat down on the sofa next to Anson. "So, even the famous Anson Wood isn't invincible."

Anson glared at Lucas speechlessly.

Lucas remained calm. "Although I have no idea what those women saw in you, I won't kick you when you're down by saying there's nothing strange about it."

So, did I hurt you?

Anson couldn't help but exclaim, "Lucas Wood!"

Lucas: "So lively and energetic, she doesn't seem to be hurt at all. Or is her pride wounded? I should give Annie a little red flower."

Ansen was utterly despondent.

For Lucas, this was a rare opportunity. The usually sharp-tongued Anson was so powerless to resist, but he didn't continue to kick him while he was down. "Annie is a good girl. You should seize the opportunity."

Anson fell silent and did not respond.

Lucas sighed softly. If everything could follow the "correct" trajectory, then emotion would cease to be emotion; the difference between emotion and reason is that reason has a traceable path, but emotion does not.

Therefore, even though they understood all the mathematical formulas, they still couldn't find the standard answer for emotions.

Lucas relaxed a little and lay down on the sofa next to Anson to keep him company.

Anson's voice came from the darkness, "Don't worry about me, I won't do anything foolish."

Lucas: "Yeah. I know. But I still want to stay here with you. Will you still be able to see Jack?"

Anson was taken aback.

He had completely forgotten about it, looking left and right, but couldn't find Jack anywhere.

Without Anson needing to speak, Lucas already knew the answer: "Anson, you're making progress. Don't be so hard on yourself. Take it one step at a time. We all have our own problems. Only by healing ourselves can we truly love others. Perhaps now isn't the right time, but when the time is right, it will come."

The comforting words were somewhat stiff and clumsy, and one could hear a hint of weariness in Lucas's voice.

Anson glanced at Lucas, a "thank you" already on his lips, but he didn't say it. Instead, he teased, "I didn't expect you to be so romantic, believing in fate? Believing that love is destiny? So, you must really love Disney prince and princess stories."

Lucas: His face was full of black lines.

(End of this chapter)