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Gazing at the pouring rain, Wanling's mind drifted back to the image of Qin Guan standing downstairs.
Suddenly, she recalled the first time she met Song Qinguan, as if she had seen a shadow of someone in Qin Guan.
That day, Qin Guan had appeared alongside the president of the anime club, who was a handsome guy passionate about cosplay. However, in front of the exceptionally charming Qin Guan, he seemed to pale in comparison. Having seen Wanling's artwork before, Qin Guan exclaimed upon seeing her in person, "You are Wanling? But you don't seem as captivating as your paintings."
Wanling felt her cheeks puff up in anger, but from that day on, her life was brightened by this boy with a sunshine-like smile.
She missed the cheerful Qin Guan from those days and looked at him now, standing in the heavy rain. Unable to endure this torment any longer, she dashed downstairs.
Qin Guan remained dazedly standing below, completely soaked by the relentless downpour.
When he looked up and saw Wanling, his once dull eyes sparkled with a glimmer of light.
He simply stared at Wanling from afar as she slowly stepped into the rain.
"Go back," Wanling said softly.
"Why?" Qin Guan's voice was hoarse, tinged with confusion and fatigue.
"Don't ask. Please, just let me go," Wanling said more smoothly this time, for in the rain she could cry without reservation.
"If it's because of my uncle, I can ask him. He won't make things difficult for you; he has always cared for me," Qin Guan said tightly gripping Wanling's hand. At that moment, Wanling felt an overwhelming urge to embrace him. This boy who once radiated warmth like sunshine now had hands that were cold as ice.
"Please, Qin Guan, don't ask him anymore. I beg you to leave me alone."
Xia Wanling suddenly knelt on the ground and said to Qin Guan, "Please just go. I was only trying to seduce you before." With that, she actually bowed her head to him.
"Now, please leave."
Qin Guan was momentarily stunned, then he let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Wanling, I thought we truly loved each other. I never expected you to be so afraid of me, so distrustful." He looked up at the sky; the rain was cold and piercing, but it couldn't compare to the chill in his heart at that moment.
"Xia Wanling, if I told you I could prevent him from touching your father's company, would you be with me?" Qin Guan asked.
Wanling remained kneeling, silent.
Qin Guan pressed on with another question.
"What if I told you I was terminally ill? Would you stay by my side for a while longer?"
She nearly wavered but could only grip her phone tightly, recalling the message she had just received.
"Don't joke about yourself," Wanling said, keeping her head bowed and refusing to look up.
"Xia Wanling, do you believe that my coming here is really just to say goodbye to you?" Qin Guan reached out to help her up.
Wanling remained stubbornly kneeling.
"So in the end, you still don't believe me. I am truly gravely ill and must leave you," Qin Guan said softly.
"Whether you believe it or not, I have come to say goodbye tonight. Perhaps we will never meet again."
Until the very end, Wanling remained silent. The rain blurred her vision, filling her ears with the sound of water pouring down and Qin Guan's words of "no chance to meet again."
"Wanling, I have finally realized that the most deadly thing in this world is not cancer, but loving you..." After saying this, Qin Guan began to cough violently. He wiped his lips with a soaked handkerchief and then threw it onto the ground, leaving without looking back.
On the handkerchief that fell to the ground, faint traces of blood could be seen.
Wanling nearly cried out, begging him not to go, begging him to stay, but in the end, she only dug her nails into her palm, leaving deep red marks, remaining silent.
On the wet screen of her phone, a text message was displayed.
"Your Stepmother has been driven to madness by me. Your father's company now depends entirely on your performance — Ling Ran."
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