Chapter 600 Love Is the Most Useless

It was already past nine when we returned to Hongli Villa.

An Xiaowan and Xia Duo went shopping for a long time, chatting all the way, and didn't notice how fast time passed.

There was silence at home.

The housekeeper greeted her at the door, wanting to say something but stopping.

The light in the master bedroom on the second floor was on. ——Has Huo Shen come back?

Finally, the housekeeper couldn't help but reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Huo has been back for a while, and has been staying in the house. He hasn't taken the medicine. He looks... not in a good mood."

Didn't take the medicine?

An Xiaowan frowned, "I know."

She looked at the room upstairs and took the thermos upstairs.

Since the last accident, although Huo Shen's body didn't seem to have any major problems, An Xiaowan still forced him to drink some nourishing soup every day. In order to make it easier for him to accept, she also specially asked someone to adjust the recipe, trying to make the taste close to ordinary soup.

The door of the master bedroom was closed, An Xiaowan raised her eyebrows and pushed it open.

In the room, the man sat under the light, flipping through a book.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he didn't react at all, completely turning a deaf ear.

An Xiaowan smiled nonchalantly, put the thermos bucket next to him, and leaned over, "You came back early today."

"..."

No reaction.

It was as if he didn't hear it at all.

An Xiaowan confirmed that her volume was fine, and Huo Shen's ears were fine.

So, he just didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Have you eaten?"

"..."

"Come and take your medicine."

"..."

An Xiaowan was silent for two seconds and looked at the book in his hand.

It was not a newspaper financial page, or a professional book, or an English classic, but a French poetry collection.

Unexpectedly, this man would have the leisure to read this.

Coincidentally, An Xiaowan just read this poetry collection when she was bored.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she put her face close to him, gently hugged him from behind, and whispered in his ear: "The author's writing is particularly romantic and sad. He has been wandering among several women all his life, looking for the love he wants. In the end, he couldn't figure out the meaning of love, but hurt others and himself."

Huo Shen stopped flipping the book.

"Huo Shen, what do you think is love?"

An Xiaowan narrowed her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were shining.

She was full of the seductive breath of a fairy, but she was also full of a hazy mystery and melancholy.

Huo Shen put the book down and finally turned his eyes to look at her.

He reached out and pulled the soft woman off his body.

A pair of dark and deep eyes stared at her quietly, as if he was thinking about her heart.

An Xiaowan was very afraid of his eyes, as if all the little thoughts in her heart would be exposed in his prying.

So, she lowered her eyes.

But she smiled softly, "You don't understand love, why are you still looking at this."

Her smile revealed some incomprehensible complexity.

"What's the use of understanding?" Huo Shen suddenly said, "The author's fault is not that he doesn't understand, but that he has been hoping to understand it all his life."

Isn't love the most useless thing?

It will only become a person's weakness, a shackle of life, and a weight of the heart.

He was told since he was a child that if he wants to stand at the top of the pyramid, he doesn't need love.

But An Xiaowan's eyes suddenly turned cold when he heard his answer.