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Li Jinghuan had been secretly investigating this Foreigner. His name was Simon, a doctor who had arrived in Qingyuan Town about six months ago with plans to open a Western medicine clinic.
The weather was stifling, with dark clouds pressing down, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, Li Jinghuan stood outside a café, drenched in sweat, occasionally waving his hand to fan himself. After about two hours, Ling Long and Simon emerged from the café.
He hurried forward, but before he could say anything, her icy tone cut him off: "What do you want again?"
The corners of his mouth fell as he struggled to form a coherent sentence: "Tomorrow, I will wait for you at the Yue Lao Shrine in town. Let's be honest with each other and untangle everything."
"You think I would go?" Ling Long turned her head away with a cold snort.
"I believe there must be some misunderstanding between us. We—"
Before Li Jinghuan could finish his sentence, Ling Long impatiently turned to leave. After taking a few steps, she paused and looked back. "By the way, we're getting engaged at the church on the outskirts of town at ten o'clock the day after tomorrow. Please stop bothering me from now on."
It felt as if a thunderclap had struck right above him; the sudden news left him speechless.
The day dragged on like an eternity as Li Jinghuan sat restlessly at home. In the middle of the night, a torrential rain began to pour and continued into the next day. He braved the rain to reach the Yue Lao Shrine. The downpour was relentless, drowning out all sounds around him. Li Jinghuan stood at the entrance with an umbrella, waiting. The rain soaked through from morning until deep into the night, drenching his clothes and chilling his heart, shattering his dreams.
She never showed up. Yet he refused to give up hope and followed a familiar path to Jiang Pan's little house, only to find it empty.
Neighbors said that Simon had bought a villa for the the Bai Family outside of town, and they had moved out yesterday.
Li Jinghuan ran frantically to the outskirts, where White Villa stood alone on the vast land, mirroring his current feelings—desperate and sorrowful.
The moment Ling Long opened the door, she was stunned. The man before her was soaked to the skin, his expression filled with rage, resembling a bloodthirsty Asura. He wedged his foot against the door, pulling her out of the house.
"I came to hear your explanation. Explain it to me," his voice, hoarse and desperate, mingled with the sound of thunder, making it impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing. She felt her shoulder being squeezed until it lost all sensation. "Li Jinghuan, I never said I liked you, nor did I make any promises. It has always been your one-sided affection."
A flash of lightning illuminated the scene, leaving only the sound of rain and their breaths in the world.
"One-sided affection, well said!" He laughed maniacally, bitterness flooding his mouth, and then dizziness overcame him; he knew nothing more.
Perhaps out of consideration for their past, Ling Long called a car to take him home. When he woke up the next day, the sky had cleared, and the sun shone brightly as if everything from the night before had never existed.
He glanced at the clock: it was a quarter past nine. The engagement ceremony would begin in forty-five minutes. This was his last chance. After hastily tidying himself up, without even taking a sip of water, he called for a car and rushed toward the chapel on the outskirts of town.
Li Jinghuan would never forget that day; she wore a white gown and smiled charmingly. He walked down the bright red carpet to her side, took her hand without saying a word, and dashed outside.
Ling Long snapped back to reality and forcefully shook him off, her face pale with anger. "Are you done making a scene?"
"Why? You don't love him at all," he said urgently.
"Hah, you're mistaken. He respects me, understands me, believes in me, and can even cure my father's illness. Why wouldn't I love him?" She crossed her arms and smiled slyly, leaning close to whisper in his ear, "Most importantly, he can provide for me for life. And what do you have that compares?"
He stared at her in shock; under the massive glass chandelier, shadows danced around them, yet he couldn't see clearly who stood before him. The murmurs from those around them drained him of courage. He looked up to see Simon's gaze fixed on her, filled with deep affection.
The once bright eyes that used to laugh lost their focus as he forced a smile and clasped his hands together. "Congratulations." Then he stumbled away like a soulless shell. Guests at the door caught him as he waved them off weakly. "I'm fine."
She was right; after all these years and all the hardships she endured, she had earned a life free from worry for the rest of her days. Fortunately, Simon was sincere with her, which allowed her to feel a bit happier.
A month later, Qingyuan Town celebrated a grand wedding, with bright red flowers strewn across the streets.
At that time, Li Jinghuan was in deep sorrow. He had gone to Jiangxi to enlist, hoping to distract himself and forget her.
Under the blazing sun, he seemed to hear the sound of fireworks from Qingyuan Town, each blast deafening. Meanwhile, she stood in a pure white wedding dress, holding hands with Simon as they exchanged vows of eternal fidelity, her eyes still as tranquil as glass, untouched by any dust.
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