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 Season 7

Episode 38

(So we meet again (3)

Violet didn't reply, feeling a strange sadness in her heart. Was Greg still the same man she knew?     

"Or... is it because Roger doesn't buy you new clothes?" Greg wondered out loud.     Violet sucked in a breath. "Greg, if you don't have anything else to say, I want to leave." She pushed him, not wanting to meet his eyes.    

 "Violet, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Greg asked her in anger. 'She wants to leave? Ha! She's finally here in front of me. I didn't even need to try and look for her; she came to me all by herself. Does she think I'd let her go just like that?' he snorted.     

Violet knew him very well. When Greg wanted to know something, he didn't stop until he got his answer.   

Violet huffed. She decided to give him a reply. Avoiding him wouldn't resolve anything.     

She looked at him from beneath her lashes, ready to give him her answer. Her determination to do so didn't stop a lone tear from falling down.     

Greg saw her red eyes and felt heartbroken. 'What is wrong? Is she crying because of me? And why do I feel her pain?' he frowned at his own thoughts.     

"Greg Xiao, you want an explanation, right? Fine, I will tell you the truth,"  Violet said resolutely. "I work at GR Group. 

Roger is the company's vice president and he got in a car accident because of me. I should have donated blood for him, because I owe him that much, all right? I need to make sure he's okay. I hope he can be saved. That's all."    

Greg listened to her words and watched her tears fall. He felt ashamed. Violet wasn't in a relationship with Roger. He had got it all wrong.   

But Violet didn't stop. "You wanted answers, right? You want to know why my clothes are so dirty and old? Do you know why I distribute leaflets on the streets every day?" She continued, glaring at Greg fiercely. She revealed the truth to him. "It's because I don't attract attention when I live this way. Only this way others don't see my scars. I don't wear skirts in the summer. I don't go to parties held by rich girls. I'm only happy when I'm in these ordinary clothes, when other people don't stop to take a second look at me. This is the only way they don't mention the scars on my body. Do you understand now, Greg? Do you understand?!"    

Violet almost yelled out the last few words. She had been sad for so long, but she never revealed it to her family. She didn't want them to worry. She couldn't say anything to her friends either. Only with Greg could she speak her heart out. 

He knew what had happened to her when she was a little girl.     

Greg watched her eyes well up with more tears, even as the old ones continued to fall. He couldn't find the right words to say to her and felt a sudden pressure in his chest. He loved her and cared about her. After they broke up, he thought she still lived happily every day. As happy as he had been when he first held her hand many years ago. He didn't know that she was suffering all alone. Her scars still bothered her. Those lasting scars had left a shadow on her happiness.   

Violet looked away, unable to meet Greg's eyes.     

She continued,"Alice has been in France for so many years. I too want to go abroad and get a better education. But I'm terrified. Terrified that if I return with accomplishments, there will be far more people talking about me behind my back. 

What if I'm at a gathering wearing a dress? I don't want to be looked at with their mocking eyes. Do you understand me, Greg? I'm strong, but I can't bear their scorn. I can't take it."    

Greg remained silent. He pulled Violet by the waist, holding her in his arms. The only thing he could do at the moment was to give her some warmth. He didn't want to say something and re-open her wounds. Because of him, she already revealed what she had been hiding for a long time. He made her cry. He didn't want to make it worse by accident.   

After some time, Violet stopped crying. She pushed Greg away and forced a smile. "You know everything now. So can I leave?" she asked him.     

She didn't want to be here any longer.     But before she could take another step forward, Greg took hold of her arm again. He still had another question to ask her.    
 "I just have one last question for you. Why did you break up with me?" He asked her gently, doing his best to avoid hurting her again.     

"Because I didn't love you,"  Violet announced firmly without hesitation.    

 Greg shook his head, seeing right through her. "That's not the real reason,"  he replied. She didn't break up with him because she didn't love him. They were very much in love when they were together, before she suddenly demanded a break-up. For five years, Greg couldn't figure out why she left. Contrary to what she just said, he was certain she didn't leave him because she didn't love him or because she felt bad about herself.   

"Tell me the real reason,"  Greg pressed. He needed to know the truth. She owed him the truth. He could only move on after he knew the real reason.     

Violet knew he was determined. Even if she stuck to her lie, he would not believe her.     

"Greg, we broke up five years ago. The reason is not important,"  she tried to convince him. "It's better if you don't know it. I hope you can move on and live happily."    

Greg moved to stand in front of her, blocking her path. "Violet, I won't be happy unless you tell me the reason."   

 "You'll feel worse after you know why!" she yelled in frustration. Calming herself down, she continued lightly,"Roger is still in the emergency room. I should leave now."  

Voilet left before he could stop her.

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