Ever since preparing for South Country University, her whole heart had been invested in studying. A person’s experiences are limited. Moreover, to pick up books again, face various exams, and rely solely on her own abilities, the effort required was multiplied several tis over. And so, she never had any leisure ti, nor the chance to inquire about Wan Donglin’s affairs.
Not until things had settled down did she start to enjoy life, assuming she could finally rest easy.
However, good tis are as fleeting as a night-blooming cereus; before she could even register it, everything had vanished into thin air.
How much ti had passed?
Everything had reverted to how it was before.
"Xixi, one should never lose the ability and courage to live independently..."
He had warned her, warned her right from the start.
But, favored and arrogant, she had always dismissed his words as a joke.
If a woman hasn’t truly indulged in being coquettish, played cute to her heart’s content, and even been wonderfully silly in front of a man, how can she ever truly experience being loved??? If she’s always been a "strong woman," it only ans she’s never been thoroughly, truly loved. She’s never even known what it’s like to be playfully coy and silly, nor dared to be. How tragic.
However, this coquetry and silliness also ca with a price—and there it was, paid so swiftly.
She spent night after night sleepless, sitting alone on the windowsill.
The moonlight was like water. Sumr had arrived. The climbing roses outside the window had already blood and withered. Yet, it wasn’t as if their blossoming period was over; in their place blood radiant roses, even more beautiful and captivating.
The window was open, and the fragrance of the roses wafted in.
Yan Xixi stood up and walked to the window.
In her entire life, she had never felt so desolate... She had experienced countless lonely days like this in the past few years, but suddenly, she couldn’t bear it anymore.
She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was completely empty.
The housekeeper had stopped coming long ago. This was her own house. After she returned here to live, the housekeeper hadn’t followed. Of course, Yan Xixi hadn’t tried to find her either, because the housekeeper was an employee paid by Wan Donglin and had no real connection to her.
There was only a very old bottle of red wine.
She poured a large glass.
A large gulp, and it seared her throat.
Truly, any kind of alcohol tastes awful to those who don’t drink. To them, it’s like an astringent poison. It puzzled her why this stuff was so popular worldwide, with countless drunks ruining their lives and fortunes over it.
In truth, even during her ti working in bars, she had especially hated drinking. If forced to have a little, she would always go to the restroom to throw it up.
Now, she just wanted to get thoroughly drunk, at least enough to fall asleep, because insomnia was truly too agonizing.
But she didn’t want to drink.
It tasted too awful.
The wine glass toppled to the floor. She lay there on the windowsill, motionless, her eyes wide open.
For a continuous half-month, she beca terribly haggard.
Many tis she would jolt awake, mistaking any rustle of wind or grass for a knock on the door—but each ti, it was only disappointnt.
"n, you know, we all just pay for our hormonal impulses. Yan Xixi, you don’t need to thank ..."
"Fool, I just wanted to sleep with you. Who would love you?"
...
She was aghast, her heart trembling.
But, deep inside, she refused to believe it.
No, it absolutely couldn’t be like this.
Even if they were to break up, he would tell her directly, be open and honest about it.
How could he just disappear so silently, without a word?
There was no such possibility.
Wan Donglin, he definitely must have had so unavoidable reasons—it must be so. Maybe, at this very mont, he’s just as frantic as she is.
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