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In the phone, it was Senior Sister's voice.
“Azhong, don’t look for me. I don’t want to see you.”
“I was the one who left you; I don’t want you to find me again…”
“Azhong, forget me…”
“How is that possible?”
“ Yu Zhu, come out!”
I cried until my voice was hoarse.
“Why? Why don’t you want to see me?”
“Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, and I’ll change, I’ll change…”
The security guard held my shoulders tightly.
“Zhen Zhuo, do you know? Senior Sister has Kidney Cancer.”
“She never wanted me to tell you.”
After saying that, Wen Jiayou shoved Yu Zhu ’s phone, voice recorder, and divorce agreement into my hands.
I stood there in a daze, my mind blank...
I stiffly turned on the voice recorder.
It was Yu Zhu ’s voice.
“Azhong, by the time you hear this message, I should have already left you.”
“Don’t be sad, and don’t come looking for me.”
“Azhong, I love you. It’s precisely because I love you that I have to leave you.”
“Don’t ask me why. One day, you will understand.”
"Azhong, take good care of yourself and live well. Don't make me worry, okay?"
I gripped my phone tightly.
Tears streamed down my face.
It turns out she had already planned to leave me.
It turns out she didn't even want to say a single goodbye to me.
And just like that, she was gone.
...
I locked myself in the office, avoiding everyone.
I didn't dare go home; I feared loneliness would consume me like a devil.
Finally, on a night filled with wind and snow, I returned home.
The house was empty, no longer filled with that familiar presence.
On the table lay a suitcase.
I opened it to find things meant for me.
Cufflinks, a tie, a razor, a scarf...
All items I used regularly.
I picked up a lighter and lit a cigarette.
The smoke curled around me, blurring my vision.
I remembered the first time I saw her.
On the streets of Dali, she carried a camera and wore a radiant smile.
Sunlight bathed her face as she smiled so sweetly.
I couldn't help but be attracted to her.
"Hello, my name is Zhen Zhuo."
"Yu Yuzhu," she said softly, blushing.
That day, we talked a lot.
We discussed the history, culture, and scenery of Dali.
We talked about our interests and life aspirations.
We hit it off perfectly.
Little did we know that one day we would part ways.
Yu Zhu, my Yu Zhu.
How lonely and cold the world is without you.
I miss you, what should I do?
I picked up the car keys and went out.
I want to see her.
I want to see her one last time.
The north wind blew coldly, and the crows cried mournfully overhead.
The sky was gloomy, as if it were about to rain.
I drove through the empty long street.
The streetlights flickered.
Light and shadow overlapped.
In the distance, through the thin mist, I seemed to see the Yu Zhu of those days.
She was wearing a white dress, standing by the roadside and waving at me.
“Azhong, wait for me…”
“Azhong, I want to be with you forever…”
“Azhong, I love you…”
I reached out my hand to her.
“ Yu Zhu, I love you too…”
In the next moment, a sharp horn sounded.
A blinding white light flashed.
I closed my eyes.
Yu Zhu, I’m coming to find you...
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Wen Jiayou Extra
At the age of 69, I finally conquered the challenge of Kidney Cancer.
My research results made my country the first in the world to cure Kidney Cancer and pass clinical validation.
Patients around the world suffering from Kidney Cancer have hope!
We succeeded!
All the doctors and medical workers around the world were happy for me and cheered for me.
However, my heart was filled with both pain and joy.
Yu Zhu didn’t make it to this day.
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