Dynasty?
The Dynasty Hotel is a landmark hotel in City L, high-end, grand, and upscale, with both services and prices to match. Although Dong Xin Yan is a celebrity, she doesn’t earn much and rarely spends money in such hotels. So seeing this piece of paper that could only be found inside a hotel room left him a bit surprised.
He took a closer look, and there appeared to be words written on that paper.
With a gentle motion of his fingers, he slowly unfolded the paper. The words written on it ca into his view.
The handwriting was neat and elegant, with a soft stroke that was pleasing to the eyes; it was Dong Xin Yan’s handwriting.
But the content on it...
Cheng Ziyang read each word carefully, and his gaze gradually froze. He appeared to have been struck with a heavy blow, his face turning pale in an instant.
The hand holding the paper trembled violently, and eventually, he couldn’t hold onto it. His hand shook, the paper slipped from his grasp, fluttered in the air, and slowly cascaded down. At the sa ti, Cheng Ziyang’s tears burst forth, falling with a soft plop onto the paper.
The tears landed on the last signature—Gu Ningyi.
Dong Xin Yan had told him that she slept with Gu Ningyi, but she never ntioned why she slept with Gu Ningyi. He had always assud that she was simply bullied by Gu Ningyi taking advantage.
But it wasn’t so...
It turns out, it wasn’t what he thought...
In reality, she traded her body for his safety.
The safety he had in the detention center during those three months was sothing she bought with her enduring pain and suffering every single day.
Yet she never ntioned a word, not a single hint, even during the ti when his mother forced her to leave, accusing her of being unclean. She bit her lips, refusing to say anything.
Because she would rather suffer herself than let him experience pain and guilt.
She knew, if he learned about this matter, his pain would be a thousand tis greater than hers, and he might impulsively do sothing he shouldn’t.
For his sake, she swallowed down all the bitterness, grievances, and sorrow.
All these six years, even though his feelings carried the effort of making it up to her, he truly believed he loved Dong Xin Yan more deeply and passionately than she loved him.
Only now does he realize how terribly wrong he was.
How much love does it take to act so selflessly?
How precious a girl’s body is, and yet she humbled herself for his sake...
Three months, a hundred days.
He could hardly imagine how Xinxin endured, biting her teeth, going through those hundred days and nights.
Later, he asked his mother why Xinxin changed her mind, she hemd and hawed, and finally confessed, because she owed him two lives.
Two lives?
If you can really quantify it this way, then how much does he owe her in return?
And then he selfishly used this debt to forcibly keep her, holding on to her whole life.
What a joke.
Cheng Ziyang leaned weakly against the headboard, collapsing there, tears streaming down his face.
From outside, he could hear soone playing a song. Through the window, the music slowly filtered into his ears, each line clear.
The who should accompany you in your performance acts like I can’t see
Don’t force soone who loves you most to perform spontaneously
Since when did we start having no bottom line?
By following others’ lies, we don’t appear pitiable
But you used to love so much, why act out the details
What should I beco to fit into this performance
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