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"What do you mean by that?" His voice carried a hint of anger.
"I'm just a substitute, aren't I?"
Lu Heng's expression changed. "Who told you that?"
"Does it matter?" I smiled.
"You found a woman who looks like Lin Wan, carefully orchestrated a chance encounter, pretending to be an ordinary office worker."
"I wasn't pretending," he said. "I really—"
"Love me?" I interrupted. "No, you love the shadow of Lin Wan that you see in me."
He fell silent, and in that moment, his silence spoke louder than a thousand words.
I stood up, preparing to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Don't go," his voice held a panic I had never heard before. "I can explain."
" manager Lu," I gently pulled my hand away from his grip.
"Do you know? What I take the most pride in is that tired office worker I met at the convenience store."
"But he doesn't exist."
As I walked out of the study, I heard the sound of something shattering behind me.
I glanced back, and the ring still lay quietly on the carpet, like a forgotten prop from a play.
"Mr. Lu," the butler hurriedly approached, "Miss Lin is here."
I noticed that Lu Heng's body had noticeably stiffened.
I stood in front of my suitcase, lost in thought.
Three years of feelings packed away in just half an hour.
It was as if fate was reminding me how illusory everything was.
My phone vibrated; it was Lu Heng.
I pressed the end call button and snapped the SIM card in half, tossing it into the trash.
"Miss Xu," the butler knocked on the door, "Mr. Lu asked me to tell you that Miss Lin is only here for work."
I opened the door and looked at the elderly man who had taken care of me for two years.
"Thank you for your care. Please tell Mr. Lu that there’s no need for an explanation."
"But..."
"Do you know? When he first broke up with me, he told me to find someone better."
I forced a smile, "Now I finally understand, he feels guilty."
Dragging my suitcase out of the Lu Family Mansion, fine rain began to fall from the sky.
It seemed like this city was always shrouded in rain.
I booked the earliest flight to a small town in the south where no one knew me.
"Xinyan, have you lost your mind?"
Xiao Ya shouted over the phone, "Do you know how many reporters are looking for you right now?"
"I need some time alone."
"But..."
"Don't worry, I'll let you know the address once I'm settled."
The small town was quiet.
I rented a house with a small courtyard, where a Crooked Neck Jujube Tree stood, resembling me, a person who had run away from home.
While tidying up the yard, I caught a faint smell of paint coming from next door.
"Hello," a warm male voice called out, "Do you need any help?"
I looked up to see my neighbor leaning out halfway, his white shirt splattered with colorful paint, his smile as bright and clean as the spring sunshine.
"No, thank you."
"I'm Song Wenlin, an artist," he said, shaking a paintbrush in his hand. "If you need any help, just call me anytime."
As I watched him turn and walk away, I suddenly felt that this little courtyard didn’t seem so lonely after all.
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"Do you want to go watch the sunrise?"
I was watering the Jujube Tree in the yard when Song Wenlin suddenly popped up, like a mischievous big boy.
"Now?"
"Yeah," he pointed towards the mountains in the east. "There's a viewpoint there where you can see the whole town."
Ten minutes later, I was bumping along in his old Jeep as we drove up the mountain.
"Don't you think I'm strange? Suddenly moving here and spending all my time in the yard."
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