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Li Wenbo looked at her coldly, his tone icy. "Dai Xinyi, what you call giving up everything is nothing but self-deception. You have given up your own wedding, you have given up your promise to me, you have given up our future. You never considered my feelings; it has always been about yourself."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "You want a grand wedding? Fine, let your grand wedding be with Zhang Tianming. When the time comes, as your ex-boyfriend, I’ll give you a big red envelope and wish you both a harmonious union and everlasting love."
Dai Xinyi was completely shattered by Li Wenbo's words. She stumbled back a few steps, her eyes vacant as if she had lost her soul. She finally understood that Li Wenbo's heart was utterly dead; she could no longer win him back.
Wandering aimlessly on the bustling streets, the noise of traffic felt like it belonged to another world. The glass facades of the tall buildings reflected her disheveled figure, making her feel even more ashamed. Once proud and confident, Dai Xinyi now resembled a discarded rag doll, devoid of life.
She drifted without purpose until she finally sat down on a bench in a park. As night fell and the cold wind howled, Dai Xinyi felt no chill; instead, a wave of icy despair surged within her, threatening to consume her whole.
She began to reflect on her recent actions—like a madwoman obsessively clinging to Li Wenbo, even going so far as to harass his mother and friends. She thought that by doing so she could win back Li Wenbo's heart, but instead, she had pushed him further away.
"What am I doing?" Dai Xinyi murmured to herself as tears blurred her vision once more. She realized that she had completely lost Li Wenbo; this relationship was beyond repair.
Taking out her phone, she scrolled through old photos with Li Wenbo. Each picture felt like a sharp knife stabbing at her heart. She had once possessed such beautiful love but had buried it with her own hands.
"It's all Zhang Tianming's fault! It's all because of him!" Dai Xinyi cursed through gritted teeth, placing all the blame on Zhang Tianming. She believed that if he hadn't appeared, she and Li Wenbo would not have ended up like this.
Yet deep down, a faint voice reminded her that all of this was her own choice. It was she who chose to believe Zhang Tianming's lies; it was she who chose to give up on Li Wenbo; it was she who had destroyed her own happiness.
Dai Xinyi covered her face and groaned in pain. She didn't know how to face the future or how to start living again.
The cold wind cut against Dai Xinyi's face like a knife; she moved mechanically, feeling no pain—only numbness. A few homeless people huddled in tattered clothes in the park, shivering with hollow and desperate expressions that mirrored Dai Xinyi's current state. She let out a self-deprecating laugh; the once glamorous Miss Dai had now fallen to the point of sharing misery with the homeless.
Suddenly, her phone rang loudly, startling her as she fumbled to answer it.
"Dai Xinyi, where are you? Are you okay?" Zhang Tianming's voice carried a hint of concern but also an underlying smugness.
Dai Xinyi scoffed coldly. "Thanks to you, I'm fine. What’s next? Did you fail at self-harm and come up with another scheme?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end before Zhang Tianming switched to a tone of feigned innocence. "Dai Xinyi, I know you're still angry with me, but I really meant no harm. I just love you so much that I did those foolish things. Can you forgive me and give me another chance?"
A wave of nausea washed over Dai Xinyi; she couldn't believe she had once been deceived by this man's facade—how blind could she be? "Zhang Tianming, stop acting! I've completely given up on you. Your so-called love is nothing but a pathological obsession."
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