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Gu Zhiming's father smiled and said, "Xiaoyue, I know you young people like romance, so I told these fans yesterday that something big would happen today."
"You see, they all came."
I nodded, "Yes, they all came."
Suddenly, Gu Zhiming knelt before me on one knee.
He held out a ring box, "Xiaoyue, marry me."
I looked at him quietly.
"Why should I marry you?"
He was taken aback.
"Because I like you?"
I sneered, "Do you deserve it?"
The color drained from his face.
He asked me with a trembling voice, "What... what do you mean by that?"
I took out my phone, scrolled to the album, and threw it in front of him.
"This is what you call liking?"
In the photo was Lu Wan.
She was wearing a wedding dress, leaning in Gu Zhiming's arms, smiling sweetly.
Gu Zhiming's face turned pale: "You... how did you know?"
I laughed, "How would I know?"
"Gu Zhiming, where were you on the day of my car accident when I was in a coma?"
"You said you would accompany me to try on wedding dresses, but where did you go?"
"You went to Lu Wan."
"You watched her put on the wedding dress, you embraced her, you kissed her."
"Gu Zhiming, don't you think it's ridiculous what you're doing now?"
Gu Zhiming knelt down.
Tears streamed down his face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He painfully covered his head.
"I don't know how I ended up like this..."
"I'm sorry, Xiaoyue..."
I sneered, "You don't know?"
"Because you're despicable."
"You only realize the value of something when you've lost it."
"But it's already too late."
I picked up my cane and turned to leave.
---
My father came to see me later.
He told me he was very sorry and that he regretted it.
He has aged and does not dare to look at me, his hands awkwardly buttoning and unbuttoning his shirt.
"I shouldn't have forced you to marry Gu Zhiming."
I replied calmly, "It's my fault for not seeing people clearly; I don't blame you."
He shook his head. "No, it's my mistake."
"I know very well that you don't like him, yet you pressured yourself to marry him for my company."
"It's your father who has wronged you..."
He stammered through his explanations, but in the end, he could say nothing more.
Because whatever he said, it was too late.
I smiled faintly. "Do you remember when I was little, you rarely came to see me?"
"Other kids were picked up by their dads after school, but I only had the nanny."
"When it rained, other children's parents would bring them umbrellas, but my parents would never show up."
"After I went to college, you became even busier. When I got sick and called you, you always told me to go to the hospital by myself."
"Do you know why I like Gu Zhiming?"
"Because he resembles the you I've always dreamed of."
"If he were a bit worse, a bit harsher, then I could let go completely."
"But he happens to be so good to me."
"His kindness is like poison, making it impossible for me to stop."
"But later, I realized he is just like you."
"You are all not good people."
"You all do not deserve love."
My father was in tears.
He softly said, "I'm sorry."
I shook my head, "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"You just don't love me."
He nodded while crying, "Yes, I do not love you."
"I only love your mother."
"But you are still my child..."
"Xiaoyue, I'm sorry, truly sorry..."
I smiled slightly, "It's okay, I have already let go."
Five years later, I got married.
He was the doctor who accompanied me during my rehabilitation back then.
I had moved out of my old apartment, but Gu Zhiming still lived nearby.
It seemed he thought that as long as he was there, I would definitely return.
But I would not stay in one place waiting for him.
On the eve of the wedding, I received a package he sent me.
Inside was the ring he returned to me.
There was another small card.
“Xiaoyue, I can't give you anything.”
“Only these two rings are all I can offer you.”
I threw the card into the trash can and returned the rings.
His remaining life had nothing to do with me.
Yet, at the end of his life, he still called me.
At that time, I was already forty years old.
When I received his call, he was in the emergency room of the hospital.
His voice was so weak that it seemed it could break off at any moment.
“Xiaoyue, in this lifetime, we are impossible.”
“I just hope that if there is a next life…”
Before he could finish his words, there was silence.
I listened to the chaotic sounds on the other end of the line.
I softly said, “I don’t want that.”
The phone turned into a busy signal.
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