"Then let guess." Yang Hexuan slightly lifted his head, his chin resting at the crown of her hair, his tone neither light nor heavy, neither rushed nor slow: "Once, there was a girl who liked a boy. He liked her too. They promised to always be together. But one day, a wealthy woman appeared and told the boy, ’If you stay with , I’ll give you everything you want.’ In the end, the boy couldn’t resist the temptation of money and abandoned the girl he had promised to be with for life."
He spoke as if telling a bedti story to a child, his voice extraordinarily gentle, and his hold around her gradually loosened, "Are you that girl?"
Xia Yan remained silent, but the tears slid down her ears soundlessly.
Reflecting on the past and comparing it to today’s circumstances, everything had long since changed beyond recognition.
In those verdant years, he wore a simple white shirt and said to her, "Yanyan, I want to learn photography, co with ."
His grades weren’t great, so his family suggested he learn a craft. He chose photography, saying that only photos could capture the most beautiful monts.
Because of his words, she gave up her acceptance to a prestigious university and a bright future, thinking only that being by his side was her future.
During the sumr, she worked diligently, using the money she earned to buy him a cara. He said he would take her all over the country in the future, photographing the world’s beautiful sceneries. She nestled in his arms, believing every word.
She went through a lot of trouble to find him a path to learning. Because they didn’t have enough money, she gave him her small savings to enroll in a training class, saying that he could teach her when he returned.
At that ti, he said, "You don’t need to learn; in the future, I’ll support you."
Later, only halfway through the training, he stopped going and said, "I found out that in this line of work, you don’t make much money at the start. Even if I learn it well, I would start as an assistant working for soone else."
She encouraged him, saying, "Take it slow. I can find a job first and support you initially, and then you can support later."
The future was well planned, but it couldn’t withstand the changes that ca.
During his training, he rarely returned ho. He told her that the instructor had arranged an on-location shoot in a different city for them to learn.
She believed him and took on four or five part-ti jobs, sleeping only four or five hours a day, thinking about their future. She felt it was worth it to endure so hardship now.
Later, they saw each other less and less, and his visits ho could be counted on one hand. She thought he was busy with training, and every ti she called him, he hurriedly ended the call.
Until one day, while she was working part-ti at a bar, she coincidentally saw him, who claid to be in another city for training...
And from his friend’s mouth, she heard congratulations on his recent marriage. He was no longer the sunny boy in her heart, but a gentleman in a suit, holding a beautiful woman in his arms, accepting everyone’s well wishes while raising a glass of red wine and downing it in one gulp.
She, wearing the hotel’s uniform, carried their ordered fruit plate to them, with her head down, unable to utter a single word in front of his stunned gaze, hastily fleeing.
She originally waited for his explanation, but she didn’t expect to hear just a "Sorry".
"Yanyan, we can work hard ourselves, but even if we work hard our whole lives, we might not achieve the greatest results. If you’re willing, you can wait for . Even if I’m married, we can still be together like this. I can still take you around the world."
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