Dai Xinyi left Ke Wenbo's house in a daze, wandering aimlessly down the street. As night fell and the city lights flickered on, the bustling metropolis felt like a desolate wasteland to her. She had lost Ke Wenbo, lost love, and lost her future. This was all her own doing.
At the same time, this explosive news was captured by a media personality named Susan, known for her sharp writing and keen sense of social issues. She turned the wedding escape incident into an in-depth report titled "On Wedding Day, Did the Bride and Male Best Friend Run Away? A Reflection on Contemporary Young People's Views on Love."
Once the report was published, it immediately caused an uproar. Netizens flooded the comments section with various speculations and discussions. Some criticized Dai Xinyi for being irresponsible and playing with emotions; others sympathized with Ke Wenbo, believing he had suffered one of life's greatest tragedies; while some supported Dai Xinyi, arguing that she had been deceived and deserved a chance to make amends.
The cacophony of voices transformed what was originally a private matter involving three people into a public spectacle that captured nationwide attention. Dai Xinyi's name became a trending topic overnight, her photos and personal information were dug up by online users, and a torrent of insults and attacks came crashing down on her. It felt as if she were being roasted over an open flame, enduring immense psychological pressure.
Ke Wenbo was also greatly affected. Everywhere he went, people pointed and whispered; colleagues, friends, even strangers looked at him with judgmental eyes. He felt like a joke—a laughingstock for the entire world.
He locked himself in his study for an entire day, the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts as the air grew thick with acrid smoke. Dai Xinyi's cries echoed in his mind, along with Susan's incendiary article and the vicious comments from netizens that threatened to drown him.
He felt like a trapped beast struggling in a small cage, desperately searching for an escape.
Fang Jing Shu gently knocked on the study door. "Wen Bo, it's time to eat."
Ke Wenbo didn’t respond; he didn’t even have the strength to speak. Fang Jing Shu pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sight of the smoke-filled room and the despondent Ke Wenbo made her heart ache. "You can't keep going on like this, Wen Bo. You need to pull yourself together."
He looked up at Fang Jing Shu with hollow eyes. "What else can I do? My life is ruined."
Fang Jing Shu walked over to him and gently embraced him. "No, Wen Bo. Everything will be alright." Her voice was soft yet firm, like a warm current slowly flowing into Ke Wenbo's cold heart.
In the days that followed, Fang Jing Shu quietly stayed by Ke Wenbo's side, taking care of his daily needs and helping him navigate his emotions. She never brought up the events of the wedding day nor pressured him to recover immediately.
She simply bloomed like a quiet orchid, using her tenderness and thoughtfulness to gradually soothe Ke Wenbo's pain.
They began cooking together, watching movies, and taking walks. Ke Wenbo discovered that Fang Jing Shu was quite skilled in the kitchen; her Sweet and Sour Ribs were delicious—his favorite dish.
They would also joke about movie clichés and discuss bizarre social incidents together. In these mundane daily activities, Ke Wenbo gradually felt a long-lost sense of peace and happiness.
One weekend afternoon, Fang Jing Shu suggested they go biking in the countryside. At first, Ke Wenbo hesitated; he feared running into acquaintances outside and being subjected to their scrutiny. But Fang Jing Shu encouraged him, saying, "Don't be afraid, Wen Bo. We're just going out to relax and breathe some fresh air."
In the end, Ke Wenbo agreed. They rented two bicycles and rode along the winding mountain roads.
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