"I love you, Xiaojue..."
"Dad is gone, and you’re all I have left, Xiaojue. Xiaojue, you’re the best person in this world..."
"Xiaojue, I love you so much..."
"In my whole life, it is only Huang Xiaojue I love..."
Every ti she received the living allowance Huang Xiaojue sent her, she would cheer in this way.
Every entry was marked with a red pen—marks Huang Xiaojue himself had made from countless lonely midnights spent poring over this notebook. He could recite every single one from mory.
Her hand holding the notebook trembled slightly. She pressed her back against a tree, tilted her head back, and kept her eyes tightly closed, refusing to let the tears flow.
Huang Xiaojue stared at her, his hand also trembling slightly. He maintained the posture of wanting to pull her toward him, yet he was also deeply afraid.
Ever since he received the call from his father, he had never been at ease. He was trapped in endless worry and anxiety, making hundreds, maybe thousands of calls, and sending countless ssages... But he never received any response.
He searched everywhere he could think of: his store, his ho. Every day after work, he wandered, hoping for a miracle, even though he knew she was deliberately hiding from him.
But the miracle never happened. One day, two days, then seven or eight days, ten days... half a month went by... Still, there was no miracle.
Until today, until this very mont, he was holding her hand so tightly. He didn’t even know when he had reached out to grab it. It felt as if she were sothing lost and found again.
He suddenly held her tightly, just like that ti after her father’s death, when she had run to him, thrown herself into his arms, and broken down, wailing...
But today, she kept her eyes tightly closed and, despite him holding her so fiercely, refused to cry.
He felt only her body temperature, her soft waist, and her faint scent. Her clean hair brushed against his lips. As he held her tightly, he suddenly felt that all the despair and insanity of these many days and nights had vanished without a trace.
"Xixi, I love you... I will never make such a mistake again, and I will protect you..."
His gentle voice, like a lethal poison, drifted into her ears with the wind.
Yan Xixi violently pushed him away.
Caught off guard, Huang Xiaojue lost his balance and stumbled back several steps.
"Xixi... I love you, and you’ve always loved ..."
She stood her ground, her gaze unexpectedly cold.
He followed her gaze and saw her staring hard at the notebook. She suddenly raised her hand, ripped the notebook in half with a swift RIP, and threw it on the ground. Then, she turned and walked away.
Huang Xiaojue was stunned.
It was as if he’d been punched hard in the gut.
Just then, an empty taxi stopped in front of her. Yan Xixi rushed towards it wildly, yanked the door open, and jumped in.
The taxi sped away.
Huang Xiaojue felt his strength drain out of him. After a mont, he bent down and picked up the notebook, now torn in two. It was as if his own heart had been torn in half.
That notebook was a record of her love for him, the protective umbrella she had longed for these past ten years. Now, she didn’t need it anymore because that umbrella had never really worked.
The red light turned green.
The taxi driver was humming a song, driving quickly.
Yan Xixi covered her face with her hands, and tears finally poured out from between her fingers.
That was one person’s thorough farewell to a part of their past.
Marriage is always a match between equals. A common girl should never dream of marrying up to a rich and handso man.
(That’s all for today. Don’t rush, the plot has to develop naturally, right? Tomorrow will be the day she ets the simple man for sure.)
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