It seed that with this mont, he could embrace the latter half of his life.
He seed to have said a lot, yet seed to have said nothing at all...
Old Chen eventually drove, but he still didn’t know where he was being taken. As he blacked out, he lost consciousness.
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Dong Xin Yan got out of the taxi and walked slowly towards Cheng Ziyang. Cheng Ziyang, seeing her, imdiately approached her in big strides, naturally taking her hand and said softly, "Xinxin, you ca."
Dong Xin Yan responded with a low hum, her dark eyes slightly lowered, not daring to et the brightness in Cheng Ziyang’s eyes. As she saw it, the courage she had mustered gradually faded away.
"Luckily you ca, otherwise I was really afraid sothing might happen to you, or... that you wouldn’t co?"
Cheng Ziyang’s voice was still so gentle, even with a teasing tenderness, yet it pressed heavily on her heart like a mountain.
Her face slightly darkened, her eyes flickering, her emotions extrely conflicted.
Facing such a cautious Ziyang, could she really... say the words to break the engagent?
"Xinxin, are you okay?"
Cheng Ziyang noticed sothing was off with Dong Xin Yan and involuntarily reached out, gently lifting her face to make her look up at him.
Dong Xin Yan reflexively flinched and shook her head, "I’m fine."
Cheng Ziyang’s hand was left in the air, his whole body stunned for a mont, his eyes slowly solidifying, "Xinxin..."
The unease in his heart could no longer deceive himself, and the calm he was barely holding onto began to shatter piece by piece.
Dong Xin Yan bit her lower lip tightly, clenching her hands forcefully until finally releasing them slowly. She took a deep breath, her red lips parting slightly, and before Cheng Ziyang could say anything, she urgently spoke, "Ziyang, I’m sorry, I think I can’t marry you today."
Afraid that her courage would dissipate, Dong Xin Yan spoke in one breath, as if forcing herself into a corner.
Actually, he could tell from the mont Xinxin got out of the taxi, walked towards him, then stood in front of him, there was not a trace of joy, excitent, or anticipation that should belong to a soon-to-be bride. He just didn’t want to face it.
Yet, in the end, he couldn’t stop her.
"Xinxin, this joke isn’t funny." He tried his best to buy ti for himself, aiming to maintain a natural tone.
Dong Xin Yan knitted her brows tightly, hearing the slight tremor in Cheng Ziyang’s voice, her heart ached with each beat, but she bit her pale lower lip and still spoke, "Ziyang, I’m not joking, I’m serious, I can’t register for marriage with you today. I... I, I rembered so things from the past, it turns out... I once liked Gu Ningyi."
It turns out, I once liked Gu Ningyi.
The woman before him, the woman who was about to beco his wife, the woman he deeply loved for so many years. He always feared that she would rember the past.
Finally... she rembered the past.
Ha.
Really.
A person truly can’t harbor even the slightest bit of luck; in this world, there is no secret that can be buried forever.
He wanted to confess first, but he had already lost the chance.
In an instant, all the color drained from Cheng Ziyang’s face. The sunlight was so warm, gently cast over him, yet he seed isolated from the warmth, plunged into the depths of ice-coldness.
"So Ziyang, I’m sorry, I can’t marry you now. I can’t marry you with my incomplete mories; I need to recover all my mories."
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