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I ran home in tears, locking myself in my room and refusing to see anyone. Xiao Tao paced anxiously outside the door, knocking continuously. "Miss, please open the door! What happened? Did you have a fight with Young Master Gu?"
I lay on the bed, burying my face in the pillow as my tears soaked the fabric. A fight? It was more than that. My heart felt shattered into pieces.
Thinking back to the scene at Linglong Pavilion, recalling Gu Lan's panic and Lin Ruohan's timid demeanor, my heart ached as if pierced by countless needles.
"Miss, Young Master Gu is here! He’s outside and wants to see you!" Xiao Tao's voice was filled with urgency.
Gu Lan is here? How could he still have the face to come?
I sat up abruptly, wiped my tears, and walked to the door. Coldly, I said, "Tell him I don’t want to see him! Let him go!"
"Miss!" Xiao Tao pleaded. "Just meet with him; perhaps there’s been a misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding?" I scoffed. "Can what I saw with my own eyes be mistaken? Let him go!"
There was silence outside for a moment before Gu Lan's deep voice, tinged with desperation, reached me. "A Mian, please open the door and let me explain."
"There’s nothing to explain!" My voice trembled with emotion as I spoke through the door. "Gu Lan, we grew up together. I always thought you... I must have been blind! Just go; I never want to see you again!"
After saying that, I ignored any further sounds from outside and turned away from the door to face the window.
It seemed quiet outside for a long time. I could imagine him standing there—perhaps feeling helpless or... disappointed?
Finally, I heard him let out a low sigh as his footsteps gradually faded away.
He... just left like that? Not even trying to hold on a little longer?
My heart turned cold. The last glimmer of hope shattered. He truly didn’t care about me.
In the following days, I fell seriously ill. It wasn’t a major illness—just a buildup of emotions that left me without appetite and feeling lethargic. My parents noticed and were worried; they called for a doctor who only said it was a heartache that was hard to heal.
Gu Lan didn’t come back. Instead, Lin Ruohan sent someone several times with supplements and notes expressing her concern. She sincerely apologized on behalf of Gu Lan, claiming it had all been a misunderstanding and hoping I wouldn’t be angry.
Looking at those things only felt ironic to me. Apologizing on his behalf? What right did she have? Was it a display of victory or mere pretense?
I had Xiao Tao return everything without even reading the notes.
Days passed by, and Gu Lan and I were completely cut off from each other. Once inseparable, we were now worlds apart. The rumors in the capital about us gradually faded away, replaced by new gossip suggesting that Young Master Gu seemed to be getting close to Lin Family Cousin—two people who appeared well-matched.
Hearing this left my heart numb. Perhaps this was how it was meant to end for us. He had his bright path ahead while I walked my solitary road. Those childhood sweethearts and innocent days were nothing but a self-deluded dream.
Yet at night, when all was quiet, I couldn’t help but think of him—the tenderness when he wiped my mouth, his focused gaze during the Dragon Boat Race, his firm defense at the Flower Viewing Banquet… Those sweet memories had turned into daggers piercing my heart.
I began forcing myself to stay busy—helping Mother manage household affairs, learning about being a steward, even starting to look at account books that had once held no interest for me. I wanted to fill my life with busyness so that I wouldn’t have time to think of him or feel sad.
Yet, the more this was the case, the larger the void in my heart became.
One afternoon, while I was organizing the storeroom, I accidentally stumbled upon an old wooden box covered in dust. When I opened it, I found a collection of childhood treasures: the first frayed brush he had given me, the marbles he had won that I had secretly hidden away, and a piece of our childhood doodles, crooked and messy…
As I gazed at these relics of memories, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably once again.
Was this truly how it would end for us?
Deep within my heart, a faint voice seemed to whisper: No, perhaps things are not as you think.
But how could I explain his indifference and departure that I had witnessed with my own eyes?
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