Gu Ningyi’s hand slowly dropped, his steps slowly retreated, just as he had walked toward her, he now moved away.
One step, two steps, three steps, as if all the beauty and ti of the past slipped away, until he backed up to his car, and then he resolutely opened the car door.
Before getting into the car, his hand clenched tightly, the plane ticket in his hand crumpled into a ball, he swung his hand forcefully, and the ball of the plane ticket was thrown out, as if cutting off all his lingering attachnts.
Then he got into the car, closed the door, and said to Old Chen in the driver’s seat, "Drive."
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The car left, disappearing little by little from her sight, until in the end it was no longer visible.
Dong Xin Yan stood there rigidly, not moving a step from beginning to end, tears seed to have run dry, unable to fall anymore, but the tears in her heart could not stop flowing.
She didn’t know how much ti had passed, Dong Xin Yan finally moved, her legs weak, she stumbled, faltering forward, and then almost fell to the ground.
She fixed her gaze on the crumpled ball of plane tickets on the ground, her hand reached out trembling, when her fingertips touched the ticket, a lump of bitterness surged up her throat quickly, uncontrollably, she cried out in pain.
Dong Xin Yan, goodbye...
Dong Xin Yan, goodbye...
He said goodbye, this ti it was really goodbye.
The first ti saying goodbye, and also the last ti.
She wanted to pick up the discarded plane ticket, but her fingers opened and closed, yet she couldn’t grasp it, like her powerless steps forward, unable to grasp love.
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Cheng Mansion.
Dong Xin Yan ca over for lunch at noon, and when she left, she forgot her bag.
Cheng Ziyang went out to try to return it to her, but she had already gotten into a taxi and left. He thought, anyway, she would be marrying over tomorrow, so her things would still need to be moved here, he placed the bag in his room.
Those who couldn’t sleep tonight were naturally not just Dong Xin Yan and Gu Ningyi, Cheng Ziyang also tossed and turned.
To be honest, this past half month has been a beautiful dream for him too, so beautiful that it seed unreal, but he still deceived himself into believing it.
Xinxin returned to his side, she loved him, so she was willing to accompany him and continue through the rest of their lives together.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t struggled, but his struggle couldn’t withstand the temptation of the devil. He selfishly grabbed onto that faint hope.
However, the closer it got to the wedding, the more restless his heart beca. Obviously, everything was about to be settled soon, yet he couldn’t close his eyes.
He turned his body slightly to the left, his dark eyes inadvertently fell on the bedside table where Dong Xin Yan’s bag was placed, he unconsciously reached out, and picked it up.
Gently pulling open the zipper, the contents of the bag were revealed one by one, Cheng Ziyang looked at each item, with a slight upward curve at the corner of his lips.
Looking at her things, as if... she was right beside him, his restless heart gradually cald down.
Dong Xin Yan’s bag was a jumble of various small decorations, costics, sunglasses, hats, typical of an artist’s style, he chuckled, rummaging through, he unexpectedly found a piece of paper.
This piece of paper was folded, square in shape, with the hotel’s logo printed on one corner, clearly it was a paper from the hotel.
Cheng Ziyang looked at it, it was the logo of the Dynasty Hotel.
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