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A glimmer of joy flashed in the Village Girl's eyes, but she soon spoke with some concern, "Young Master Song, if it's really difficult, then let's forget it."
Qin Guang snorted coldly and looked at me. "Ni Xin, I give you one last chance. Will you or won't you?"
I looked at him and said lightly, "If you want the registration form, beg me."
Qin Guang's face turned ashen. He stared at me for a long time before suddenly bursting into laughter. He strode up to me, looked down at me, and said, "Fine, I beg you."
A pang of pain shot through my heart. I had always thought that no matter how poor our relationship was, there would still be a bit of dignity left. But now it seemed that was just my wishful thinking. He could embarrass himself in front of anyone but refused to bow his head in front of me.
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil within me. I looked up at him and smiled faintly. "It's too late."
With that, I tore the registration form to shreds right in front of him and the Village Girl. "Qin Guang, I don't want to play with you anymore."
My engagement to Qin Guang was arranged by our parents; our families had been close friends for generations. However, Qin Guang did not like me; the person he had always liked was Zhao Ling. I knew this better than anyone else.
So when I found Wang An, I immediately wrote a letter to my mother about it. Then I received a stern reprimand from her. She told me to come home right away and clarify things. My mother had always been an open-minded person; even when I insisted on marrying Qin Guang back then, she did not oppose it.
She always said that the path she chose was her own, even if it led to a cliff, she would walk down it herself. I knew she was telling me that no matter what I chose, she would support me. But this time, I really couldn't hold on any longer. I was afraid that if this continued, I would lose myself in the beautiful dreams I had woven for myself. My feelings for Wang An ran too deep; over the years, they had never diminished even a bit. I even regarded Qin Guang as a substitute for Wang An.
I had been hiding a secret, a secret that no one could know. The person who saved Qin Guang back then was actually me, not Zhao Ling. This secret was known only to me. I didn't dare tell anyone; I feared they would look at me differently. What scared me even more was the thought of completely losing myself in self-deception. In this world, there are two things that are most terrifying: one is lies, and the other is self-deception. Lies are traps woven by others; once ensnared, it is hard to escape. Self-deception, however, is a beautiful dream one weaves for oneself; once trapped, one is unwilling to wake up.
I kept my mouth shut, afraid to tell anyone, including Qin Guang. I feared I would live my whole life in my own lies. I guarded the youth in my heart from the blooming of flowers to the falling of snow until this late summer arrived—the first true summer of my life began. This late summer was beautiful, obscure, and bright for me.
I put on a carefully chosen dress to find Wang An. A light rain began to fall on the road, leaving some mud spots on my dress. Seeing the locked door and looking inside from the courtyard wall, I could not see any figures.
I anxiously paced at the door,
just when I felt utterly helpless, Wang An appeared.
He was dressed simply in plain cloth, holding a bag of herbs in his hand.
His gaze was deep as he stared at me, his expression complex.
I stared at him in a daze, taking a long time to come back to my senses.
Wang An approached and stopped two steps in front of me.
He looked down at me and spoke in a calm tone:
"Do you remember where I live?"
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