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Time is a wonderful thing, soothing the painful heart, gradually alleviating the agony that feels like it has been torn apart, allowing the wounds to heal little by little, slowly coming together.
At four in the morning, Shu Ran lay in bed, half asleep and half awake.
She opened her eyes and looked up at the pink ceiling, where several small star-shaped chandeliers hung. They faced the dim light of dawn, emitting a faint glow that scattered into her bewildered pupils, evoking many memories.
These small chandeliers have been around for quite a while.
It seems they have been used since she was fifteen, which makes it about ten years now. Some of them no longer shine as brightly as they once did, and one has been dim for a long time. She had asked her brother to fix it once, but it couldn't be repaired; it was broken.
Her brother wanted to take it down, but she stopped him, thinking it was fine to leave it there as a decoration.
These chandeliers were a birthday gift from her mother on her fifteenth birthday.
At that time, she was full of youthful dreams. Whenever she passed by the furniture store, she would stop in front of the bedroom design templates and gaze for a long time.
Looking at the pink walls, lace curtains, and romantically designed small chandeliers filled her with an intense desire to have them deep in her heart.
Later, her mother somehow found out about this. On her birthday, she secretly went with her father to buy them and decorated her room while she was at school.
When she returned home after dinner and entered her room, she was met with this enormous surprise. It made her so happy that she stayed awake all night, staring at the twinkling star chandeliers as if afraid they would disappear if she closed her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, they have accompanied Shu Ran through over three thousand nights.
Seeing them is like witnessing her mother and father carefully preparing a surprise for their daughter.
Memories are always hard to resist; once stirred, a flood of emotions rushes forth, accompanied by heart-wrenching feelings.
It has been two months; already two months have passed.
So much has happened in these two months.
A week after Shu Mother passed away, Old Zhang also succumbed to his frail health and the cold, ultimately leaving this world.
One blow after another nearly shattered her completely.
During that time, she was on the verge of collapse.
At first, she cried all night at the mere thought of it, unable to eat or drink, completely unable to accept this reality. She even refused to acknowledge it, deceiving herself into believing they were still here.
She rejected all visitors, locking herself in her room day after day, enduring torment.
Until Qin Xian appeared, forcibly dragging her out of that desolate life. She was unwilling and distressed, but he stayed by her side, persistently bothering her.
When she refused to eat, he fed her bite by bite.
When she took a bite, he took a bite too.
If she didn’t eat, he wouldn’t eat either.
Every night, she was plagued by nightmares and woke up in terror.
He would hold her close every night, urging her to sleep peacefully in his warm embrace. If she woke up frightened, he would stay up with her all night, comforting and soothing her.
In those two months, she lost fifteen pounds, and he lost ten.
Now, as time passed day by day, the pain gradually began to ease.
She started to regain her rationality and slowly came to terms with things.
She began to understand the meaning of "the deceased are gone; mourn but move on" that they spoke of.
She slowly grasped the bittersweet sentiment behind her brother's words: "Life must go on; don't let me down."
Yes, when Shu Father's passed away, she had already been in despair for so long, giving up on herself for such a long time.
After struggling to come back to life, after finally climbing up from the abyss.
Could she really be willing to repeat the same mistakes again?
She couldn't.
She should understand that she was no longer the person she was five years ago.
She couldn't fall into the same place twice.
She couldn't always focus on herself and make others worry for nothing.
She couldn't return to being someone less than human, less than a ghost; she didn't want to suffer from that illness again.
She couldn't disappoint her brother. He had put in so much effort to bring her back.
Shu Ran closed her eyes, shutting out the captivating light and dispelling all the tormenting memories in her mind.
Slowly, gently, as her breathing flowed, she drifted back into a dream.
The familiar scent of someone nearby lingered in her nose, inexplicably comforting, allowing her to sleep soundly.
...
Not sure how long she had slept, when she woke up and instinctively reached out to touch, she realized that the warmth of someone was no longer beside her.
Suddenly sitting up and glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, she remembered that today was January 25th, the day she was supposed to move into Qin Residence.
Although they were already married, ever since Shu Mother passed away, Shu Ran had been living in Shu Family and refused to move away with him.
After two months of twists and turns, as she finally opened her heart, he appropriately brought his coercive persuasion, and she agreed to return to the Qin Residence with him.
Initially, Shu Ran was unwilling, but Qin Xian had been staying at their home every day for the past month. Whether working, resting, eating, or sleeping, it was all at the Shu Family.
This made the Shu family, especially Yu Xinyou, feel anxious every day.
Knowing his identity and seeing the black-clad individuals coming and going from their home daily made Yu Xinyou a bit fearful.
They didn't speak about it, but Ke Shuran noticed everything and kept it in her heart.
She understood it all, which is why she agreed to him.
Moreover, she was now married. Staying at the Shu Family was ultimately not good; she would have to leave one day. What difference did it make whether it was sooner or later?
She got up slowly and while brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The once fair and tender cheeks nurtured by Shu Mother now looked extremely thin, with a slightly sallow complexion. Her eye sockets were deeply sunken from prolonged crying, losing all their previous clarity and spirit.
Even her hair was a mess; when she tried to comb it, it got tangled midway. She raised her head to touch it and found that the ends were already extremely dry, with her hair lacking all luster due to neglect.
In a daze, she reached out to touch her haggard reflection in the mirror, feeling a mix of emotions.
How could Qin Xian endure seeing her like this?
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