Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

Widow Bai looked at his back, tears flashing in her eyes. She knew that at this moment, the distance between her and He Daqing could no longer be bridged. They were so close, so close that they seemed to be only one step away from walking hand in hand, but now, they were pushed mercilessly in two different directions by fate.

"Master He..." She wanted to say something, but her voice was choked in her throat.

He Daqing stopped and didn't look back. His heart was filled with pain and contradiction, but he knew that he had to make a choice. This choice might make him feel extremely painful, but he couldn't escape anymore.

"White Widow, I always thought... we would have a good ending." He Daqing's voice was filled with deep helplessness and loss, "But now, I don't know how to face you, and I don't know how to face myself."

He didn't say anything else, but quietly opened the door and walked out of the house that once made him feel warm. The wind outside the door blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, as if mercilessly reminding him of the cruelty of reality.

He Daqing stood in the yard, looking up at the sky, feeling lost and disappointed. He once thought that he had finally found a ray of light in his life, but now he found that the light was just an unattainable illusion.

He suddenly felt a deep loneliness, which came not only from the surrounding environment, but also from the depths of his heart. He didn't know where to go or how to continue his life.

He Yuzhu saw his uncle's expression in the room and immediately realized that something was wrong. He hurried out of the room and saw He Daqing standing in the yard, his face full of loss and pain.

"Uncle, what happened?" He Yuzhu asked with concern, his heart filled with anxiety.

He Daqing did not answer immediately, his eyes still stayed in the sky, as if looking for some kind of answer there. However, the sky was still so empty and silent, without giving him any response.

After a long while, He Daqing slowly lowered his head and said softly: "It's nothing, it's just... there are some things I have to face."

He Yuzhu looked at him and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had never seen his uncle so fragile and lost, and that look made him feel extremely worried.

"Uncle, no matter what happens, I'm always by your side." He Yuzhu said in a firm tone. He knew that what his uncle needed at this moment was support and companionship, not more pressure.

He Daqing felt a little warm in his heart when he heard this. He nodded slightly. Although he was still in pain, he also felt a little comforted. At least, he still had He Yuzhu and this family, which were things he could not lose.

"Zhu Zi, there are some things we can't change." He Daqing's voice was a little desolate. He knew that he had to accept this reality. "You must remember in the future, don't put all your hopes on others. Sometimes, you still have to rely on yourself."

He Yuzhu felt heavy in his heart when he heard this. He knew that his uncle's words were not just for him, but more of a reminder to his heart. He Daqing had sacrificed himself for others countless times in his past life, but now, he finally realized that there are some things that only he can control.

He Daqing walked slowly back to his room and closed the door. The room was silent, with only the ticking of the clock echoing in the air. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time without moving, as if a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew that from this moment on, his life would change dramatically. This change might make him feel extremely painful and confused, but he had no choice.

He Daqing closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that in the days to come, he could find a little peace, cheer himself up again, and continue to face the challenges in life.

However, his heart is still filled with mixed feelings for the White Widow. He knows that he will never be able to completely let go of this relationship, and he will never be able to forget the woman who once made his heart beat. Even if she betrayed him, even if she hid those unspeakable secrets, he still can't completely let go of this relationship.

He Daqing sat on the bedside, feeling suffocated by the silence around him. He felt an indescribable heaviness and dull pain in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making every breath he took seem particularly difficult. The air seemed to become sticky, and every breath he took seemed to be pulling at his lungs. He felt a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before, as if the whole world was exerting endless pressure on him.

He raised his hand and pressed his chest, trying to relieve the dull pain, but the pain did not ease, but became more acute. His mind was in a mess, with countless complex emotions surging in his heart: anger, disappointment, sadness, and even a hint of lingering doubt.

"Why is this happening?" He Daqing asked himself countless times. Once upon a time, he thought he could rely on reason and experience to get through all the difficulties in life, but the current situation made him feel unprecedented helplessness and confusion. He didn't even know how to deal with this emotion - should he let it go or continue to struggle?

As he pondered, he suddenly remembered the face of the White Widow and every word she whispered in his ear, as if those words were still echoing in his ears. She used to be so gentle and considerate, as if everything was destined to be beautiful. But now, those memories that once moved his heart are like poisonous snakes, eating away at his reason bit by bit.

"Is all this fake?" He couldn't help whispering to himself, his heart filled with pain that he didn't want to admit. Although the facts were already in front of him, he still hoped that he could find a clue to prove that all this was just a misunderstanding and that he was just being overly suspicious. But reason told him how naive and unrealistic this idea was.

He Daqing stood up suddenly, trying to get rid of this depressing mood, but the oppressive feeling in his chest became more obvious as he moved his body. He walked to the window and opened the curtains. A cool breeze immediately rushed in, bringing a breath of fresh air. However, this coolness did not relieve his mood, but made him more clearly aware that he could no longer escape from reality.

He looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window, and a deep sense of helplessness and sadness surged in his heart. He knew that he had fallen into an unsolvable dilemma. The betrayal of the White Widow was like a sharp knife that pierced deeply into his heart, and this wound could not be easily healed no matter how time passed.