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The Moonlight Will Not Linger For Me
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The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was pungent as I curled up on the bench outside the Emergency Room, my stomach churning.
Five years ago, the scene was much the same.
Heavy rain poured down as an out-of-control truck barreled toward Gu Jing Shen.
Without a moment's hesitation, I pushed him away.
The sharp screech of brakes, warm liquid, blurred vision.
When I woke up, my left cheek was marred by a deep, ugly gash that disfigured me.
Gu Jing Shen held my hand, his gaze complicated. "Wan Tang, I will take responsibility for you."
I thought I had found love, only to realize it was a meticulously crafted deception.
The sound of high heels echoed closer and closer until Gu Jing Shen appeared.
Behind him was a woman, pure and beautiful. I recognized her at once; she was his white moonlight, Su Nian.
"Lin Wantang, let's get a divorce." Gu Jing Shen's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
I looked up at him as he handed me the divorce agreement, my heart aching as if pierced by needles.
"Why?" I asked tremulously, my voice hoarse.
"There is no why," Gu Jing Shen said impatiently, frowning. "You should know that I have never loved you."
I forced a bitter smile. Yes, he had always loved Su Nian.
I had been married to him for five years, yet he wouldn't even touch me.
I held back my tears. "Jing Shen, five years ago, I risked everything to save you..."
"Enough!" Gu Jing Shen interrupted me, his voice sharp. "I don’t want to hear about what happened five years ago."
He shot me a look of disdain and threw the divorce agreement in front of me. "Sign it."
I clenched the diagnosis report tightly, my fingertips turning white.
A wave of nausea surged in my stomach, and I covered my mouth as a violent cough erupted.
A spurt of blood gushed out, staining the pristine diagnosis report crimson.
"Late stage... cancer..." I slumped helplessly in the chair, my vision blurring.
Gu Jing Shen and Su Nian were both stunned.
"Faking illness? Lin Wantang, your act is over the top," Gu Jing Shen sneered, his eyes filled with derision.
He bent down and snatched the diagnosis report from my hands.
Su Nian screamed and hurriedly stepped back. "Blood! She’s coughing up blood!"
Gu Jing Shen stared blankly at the words "Late Stage Cancer" on the report, his face turning pale.
Everything went black before my eyes, and I fainted.
When I woke up again, I was in my wedding dress design studio.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the air with a faint scent of lavender.
I pressed my hand against my aching stomach, leaning weakly against the chair.
Every word on the divorce agreement felt like a knife, ruthlessly cutting into my heart.
At that moment, the door to the studio was pushed open, and my assistant, Xiao Ya, walked in.
“Wan Tang, there’s a big client who specifically requested you to design for them,” Xiao Ya said, handing me a document.
I took the file and glanced at it, my heart skipping a beat.
Client Name: Su Nian.
Design Requirements: Vintage palace-style wedding dress, to be hand-sewn with every detail flawless.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
Su Nian, the beloved of Gu Jing Shen, now wanted me to design her wedding dress.
What a cruel irony.
With trembling hands, I opened the design sketches when suddenly, a photo slipped out from the file. In the picture, Gu Jing Shen and Su Nian were tightly embraced, their faces radiating happiness.
At that moment, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. A wave of nausea surged in my stomach, and I quickly covered my mouth and rushed to the restroom, throwing up until the world spun around me.
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