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Turning away, she returned to the car, her hands trembling slightly.
"Didn't I always wish for Qianqian to be happy? Look how joyful she is now... But she has never been this close to me; she only sees me as an uncle, and I have no right to love her. She is so young and beautiful, while I am sixteen years older than her. If I were younger, I would make her unable to leave me, but now... I have nothing, I am still left with nothing..." Fu Tianming raked his fingers through his hair in frustration and slumped weakly against the steering wheel.
He knew this day would come, but when it finally arrived, it was still hard for him to face. Fu Tianming had never felt as desperate as he did today because what he lacked was beyond his control. When his wife left, he still had hope of making a lot of money despite his pain. But now... one cannot become young again! He drove quickly and found himself back at Lina's place. Since Qianqian's arrival, he hadn't been here in over a year and a half. Returning now, he seemed to vaguely see that pale, frail little girl again. "Those were good times; she didn't love men yet, and men didn't love her either. If she never grew up, I could always care for her and be with her; I would never lose her." Fu Tianming felt an indescribable sense of helplessness and pain.
When Lina saw Fu Tianming, she squealed with excitement; her wait had been worth it. She knew this man still needed her. Lina coiled around him like a snake, kissing his face and hands, caressing his body. She knew how to excite him.
Waking up in the morning, Liu Qianqian had a terrible headache. She had drunk a lot of alcohol yesterday for the first time. At someone else's birthday party, she had to force a smile and seemed to have mistaken that boy for Fu Tianming. She couldn't remember what she said but felt like she had enjoyed herself. Perhaps all those words she had kept bottled up for so long were finally spoken. Sigh! Would he be home today or... She had grown up and understood what Lina's sweet calls meant back then. Although Fu Tianming didn't seem to visit often, every time she thought about what they might do together, her heart ached like it was being cut by a knife. Sometimes she even felt jealous of Lina because she got to see the real Fu Tianming while Qianqian could only worship him like a deity from afar.
She couldn't help but come to this familiar yet strange home that was filled with eager longing yet overwhelming pressure. When she arrived, it was still not fully light outside; Uncle Liu was surprised because she had never come this early before. Upon entering the house, she realized that Fu Tianming had not returned yet. She felt upset but still followed her routine of making breakfast for him and tidying up his bedroom. Not eating anything herself, she returned to school; she simply had no appetite.
Wandering around until late at night, she finally returned to the dormitory. Her roommate told her that someone had called about an urgent matter. Just then, the phone rang; it was from the police station in her hometown asking her to come back and identify a body—one that belonged to someone named Pu Guoan.
She felt a blankness in her mind. A person who had given her life but whom she hadn't seen for thirteen years was gone; the last family member she had finally had news—death news. All she could think about was getting back home quickly. But how could she leave at such a late hour? The image of Fu Tianming flashed through her mind—the person she always thought of first whenever something happened.
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