Chapter 333 The Villain Lady Arrives 162

Chapter 333 The Villain Lady Arrives 162

Tariq felt Leah's warmth and firmness, and the emptiness in his heart seemed to be comforted. He turned to look at Leah, his eyes flashing with gratitude and trust. "Thank you, Leah. I feel much more at ease with you around."

The two of them stood quietly in the moonlight, enjoying this rare tranquility and company. However, at this moment, Tariq's eyes suddenly became deep, as if he saw something, and his face became solemn.

"Liya, look." He pointed at Albert and Andrilla on the balcony in the distance, his voice low and powerful, "They look so happy, and I can only silently wish them well here."

Leah followed Tariq's gaze and saw Albert and Andrila still hugging each other tightly, their eyes full of love and determination. She sighed softly, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Tariq. "Yes, they are very happy. But you should also plan for your future, Tariq." Her words were filled with a hint of comfort and encouragement.

Tariq heard this, and a trace of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes. He knew that what Leah said made sense, but he couldn't let go of his obsession easily. "I know, but I need time." He repeated again, his voice full of helplessness and bitterness.

Leah looked at Tariq's absent-minded look, and a flash of disgust and confusion flashed across her eyes. But soon, she hid this emotion deeply, and replaced it with a more gentle and firm look. "Okay, Tariq. I will stay with you until you find your own happiness." She said softly, her tone full of determination and commitment.

Tariq felt Leah's encouragement and support, and the haze in his heart seemed to dissipate a little. He turned to look at Leah, his eyes flashing with gratitude and trust. "Thank you, Leah. With you here, I think everything is possible."

The two smiled at each other, as if they had found each other's support and strength at this moment. They continued to stand in the moonlight, enjoying this rare tranquility and company, while Albert and Andrila in the distance were still hugging each other tightly, becoming the most beautiful scenery of the night.

However, for Tariq, this night was destined to be long and tormenting. He kept wandering between memories and reality, trying to find his own position and direction. He knew he had to let go of the past and embrace the future, but this process was so difficult and painful.

As the night deepened, the garden became even quieter under the moonlight, as if even the wind had slowed down, unwilling to disturb this rare tranquility. Tariq and Leah's figures stretched out in the interweaving of light and shadow. Their conversation, though light, echoed in the silent night, with a barely perceptible heaviness.

Leah's eyes inadvertently passed over Tariq's face, and she keenly caught the lingering sadness and confusion in his eyes. Her heart tightened, it was an unprecedented feeling, as if the light in Tariq that she once looked up to was gradually dimming. She couldn't help but wonder why she and those women who were also in love with him were willing to commit themselves to this man who seemed strong but was actually fragile inside?

"Tariq," Leah's voice was gentle but firm, "You were so dazzling. We were all fascinated by your wisdom, courage, and persistence in your ideals. But now, why do you put yourself in such a situation?"

Tariq trembled slightly when he heard this. He looked up at Leah. His eyes, which were once full of light, were now filled with complicated emotions. "Leah, you don't understand. Losing her is like losing the whole world. The emptiness and pain are something I have never experienced before." His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart.

Leah shook her head gently, with a trace of heartache in her eyes. "Tariq, you are wrong. The world did not collapse because of Andrila's departure. It is still turning, and you are also a part of this world. Your light should not only shine on one person, it should illuminate more people who need you."

At this time, a breeze blew by, bringing laughter from the banquet hall in the distance, which formed a sharp contrast with the silence here. Leah took the opportunity to continue: "Look at the people around you. They are close to you not only because of your status or appearance, but more because of your warmth and strength. But now, you are exiling yourself, letting that light gradually fade away."

Tariq was silent. He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the corner of his clothes, as if thinking about what Leah said. Leah's words were like a key that gently opened the locked door in his heart and made him start to re-examine himself.

At this moment, two other confidantes, Eleanor and Sophia, quietly walked into the garden. They were looking for Tariq, but they overheard this conversation. Eleanor's eyes flashed with worry, while Sophia sighed softly and walked forward.

"Tariq, we all heard it." Sophia's voice was gentle but firm. "Liya is right. You were once our hero and the light we were willing to follow. But now you seem to have lost that power."

Eleanor also stepped forward, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. "The reason why we are willing to commit ourselves to you is not only because of your identity or status, but also because of your inner tenacity and gentleness. But now you feel unfamiliar to us."

Tariq looked up at the three women in front of him. Their eyes showed both blame and expectation, and more of concern and love for him. He realized that he had indeed ignored too much, ignored the feelings of the people around him, and also ignored his own responsibilities and obligations.

"I'm sorry..." Tariq's voice was a little choked, "I...I'm just in so much pain that I can't help myself."

Leah stepped forward and gently held Tariq's hand. "Pain is inevitable, but escaping is not the solution. We need you, and this country needs you too. The light in you is our common hope."

Sophia nodded as well, her voice full of encouragement. "Yes, Tariq. We are willing to accompany you through this difficult time, but the premise is that you must find yourself first."

Eleanor gently touched Tariq's shoulder, as if to give him strength. "Remember? You once told us that no matter how big the difficulties are, we must face them bravely. Now, it's our turn to remind you."

Tariq felt the care and encouragement from his three close friends, and the haze in his heart seemed to gradually dissipate. He took a deep breath, as if to expel all the pain and confusion from his body. He looked up at the starry sky, and his eyes glowed again.

"Thank you..." His voice was soft but full of gratitude and determination. "I will work hard to find myself again, and find the light that belongs to me. For you, and for myself."

The three women smiled at each other. They knew that Tariq at this moment was no longer the man lost in pain, but the strong Tariq they were familiar with.