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My suspicion towards Miao Miao was not dispelled by a single statement from Lu Ming; rather, I gradually realized that doubting Miao Miao was a foolish thing to do. Even if Miao Miao intended to harm me, I could consider it a compensation for the neglect I had shown her as a close friend over the years.
If this was merely a misunderstanding, how could I face Miao Miao again?
At this point, my anxiety and paranoia must come to an end, culminating in a final chapter.
Whom my decision will disappoint and whom it will fulfill will only be revealed in the end.
Lu Ming drove while I held onto Lu Shuang, and we exchanged no words. He lowered the volume of the radio, as if the Singer was standing before me, softly singing.
"In those hurried years,
We hastily left behind
Promises too heavy to bear,
Only waiting for others to fulfill."
The neon lights flashed by outside the car window, and memories of Wang Xu lingered in my mind—memories I could never forget. Yet I had reached a point where I had to let go of him.
Now, I found myself on the opposite side of a battle for property against him. The recollections of everything that had happened still haunted me, making me feel worse than dead.
Pedestrians passed by on the street, but none seemed to experience time as long and sorrowful as I did.
One day, I saw Wang Xu again, and it was all related to the divorce, only related to the divorce.
Before getting out of the car, I carefully handed Lu Shuang to Lu Ming and then stepped out. When I bent down to say goodbye to him, I realized he had also gotten out of the car.
Lu Ming walked over and handed me a handkerchief. I reached out to take it but then returned it to him.
"I don't need it, thank you."
I lowered my head and didn't see Lu Ming's hand. Little did I expect that Lu Ming would step forward and embrace me.
His whisper in my ear was gentler than ever.
"You're such an idiot."
Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the handkerchief he had given me, its creases turning into the ravines of my pain.
On the day I learned the truth, I felt broken and helpless. I told myself that tears were useless; I was afraid that crying would strip away my defensive armor. I worried about others' strange gazes and couldn't bear to hear anyone call Zhuang Jun useless or worthless.
What was wrong with loving Wang Xu?
Wang Xu betrayed me and deceived me, but feelings cannot be sentenced to death. I must fight for my future by tearing apart my current life until it shatters beyond repair. As I walk past the corpse of happiness, what do I have left?
I cried out in despair, not asking anyone to be strong for me, only wishing someone could teach me how to let go.
Even if it's just once, I don't want my days to be filled only with tears.
After being sent back to the hotel by Lu Ming, I sat in the bathtub filled with hot water for a long time, watching the steam rise. When my phone beeped with a message, I waited until the water had cooled down completely before leaving the bathroom to check my phone.
It was a message from Miao Miao.
"There’s something you need in the email. It’s enough for you to make a beautiful comeback. Zhuang Jun, you are smart; don’t let past feelings blind you. You will know what to do. Remember what I said: no matter what, don’t owe yourself anything. I’m at the airport and will be going abroad soon. We’ll meet again someday."
Miao Miao's message filled me with an inexplicable sadness. I didn’t have time to put on clothes; instead, I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in front of the hotel computer, waiting for it to boot up. The bright screen hurt my swollen eyes, but I didn’t bother adjusting the brightness. Squinting slightly, I hurriedly opened my email to check for messages.
If I once thought I had been to hell, at this moment, hell revealed its true form to me—despair, sorrow, and regret.
How could it be like this?
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