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The girl in the photo wore a delicate yellow dress, adorned with a lace headpiece, her face radiating a carefree and brilliant smile. The photo was titled: My Xiao Ling.
"I think I have truly fallen in love with Wanling. I know my uncle is forcing her to leave me, and I should be able to keep her by my side. But why is fate so unfair? Just at this moment, I am afflicted with cancer...
Coming to America for treatment might bring a glimmer of hope, or it might be too late. Yet no matter what, I want to see Wanling just once; my longing for her grows stronger by the day. Wanling, my love for you is no less than my uncle's for you. If the heavens show me mercy, let me live so that I can continue to protect you. The sight of you crying in the rain is something I will never forget in this lifetime.
I told my uncle that if he still cared for her, he should take care of her for me. He assured me to focus on my recovery and said he would bring her to visit me. However, days later he returned with a dark expression, saying that that fickle woman had fallen for another man.
In that moment, I understood; he still loved Wanling deeply, as jealousy was written all over his face..."
As Qin Guan's strength waned, his handwriting became increasingly scrawled and difficult to read. Yet Wanling was already in tears.
She realized she had ultimately succumbed, trapped in Ling Ran's web of emotions.
On September 25th, an emergency news bulletin interrupted American radio broadcasts: due to a terrorist attack, a small explosion occurred at California Airport South Station at 2:48 PM, resulting in casualties.
Wanling stared at the news report on the television, her mind going blank.
Just moments ago, Ling Ran had called her to say he was heading to the airport to see her off. For some inexplicable reason, she suddenly changed her mind and decided not to go to the airport but instead rushed to Qin Guan's old residence.
Heart racing with anxiety, Wanling frantically urged the driver to speed towards the airport south station. Due to the attack, chaos reigned at the entrance; bomb squad officers had sealed off the security checkpoint, preventing anyone from entering.
Standing outside, Wanling shouted repeatedly: "Ling Ran! Ling Ran! Ling Ran..."
But no one answered.
September 25th was Qin Guan's birthday.
Wanling ultimately decided to leave California, as well as the Ling Ran she had gradually become infatuated with.
She feared that one day she would fully accept Ling Ran, and aside from Qin Guan, she found it difficult to forgive herself for falling in love with someone else.
Ling Ran received a call from his family assistant, informing him of Wanling's departure, and hurriedly drove away from the company.
At that moment, Wanling was at Qin Guan's former residence, flipping through the diaries he had written in the past.
"Even a man as proud as my uncle can fall victim to a woman. Once, after drinking too much, he said to me, 'Women... are not to be trusted.' He had once fallen in love at first sight with a woman, only to discover that she was a shallow person who would share his bed only for money.
Yet, despite criticizing her flaws, he repeatedly called her name—Xiao Ling... Xiao Ling... Xiao Ling...
At that time, I pondered what charm this woman named Wanling possessed. I thought about punishing her on behalf of my uncle."
Three months later.
Wanling's belly had begun to show slightly; she wore maternity clothes and basked in the sun as usual.
In a villa on the outskirts of California, Wanling enjoyed cookies and sipped red tea on time, with someone informing her that these were all Master Ling's past favorites.
Then, Wanling dialed a phone call to Ling Ran.
"Dear, the doctor advised us to minimize phone calls as radiation is harmful to the baby. This will be my last call to you; it seems the baby stirred a bit just now.
"By the way, I've thought of a name for the baby—let's call him Ling Song. What do you think?" The phone remained silent, filled only with the sound of a busy signal, and Wanling read through that text message once more.
"Water comes, I wait for you in the water. Fire comes, I wait for you in the ashes. Xiao Ling, please don't leave me.
I love you.
September 25th, 14:03, Ling Ran."
The two who had made such promises to her had now both vanished into the vast sea of people.
A gentle breeze swept by, and Wanling suddenly felt a wave of sorrow rise within her, tears streaming down like a fountain.
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