What if, after rejecting Fu Yan, Jiang Yan couldn't leave successfully?
Suddenly learning that she didn't have to leave and could continue living in this world, Jiang Yan montarily lost her sense of direction. It was as if soone long confined had regained freedom, yet found themselves at a loss in the face of the wind and liberty.
Coincidentally, her livestreaming career had hit a plateau, but with so savings in hand, Jiang Yan decided to travel abroad.
As soon as her docunts were processed, Jiang Yan packed her bags and boarded a flight to Canada.
Since she didn't know what to do for the ti being, she thought, "Let give myself so ti to find out."
When Fu Yan went to her rental apartnt again, it was already empty. The elderly landlady, hard of hearing, didn't quite catch Fu Yan's questions. She just leaned on her cane, tirelessly telling him, "Gone, that young lady is gone, gone far away..."
Fu Yan bid a wistful farewell to the landlady and returned to his car. He took out his phone and checked the livestreaming app—sure enough, there hadn't been a stream for a long ti.
She had told her fans: "I'm going abroad for a trip."
Those fans, always ready with witty comnts, had piled up many layers of ssages:
[Help! I've got a strange illness. If I can't see my wife, my heart aches terribly. Only if my wife cos to kiss will I feel better!]
[Don't wait anymore, everyone. My wife is coming to my house to marry .]
[Don't spread rumors, it's illegal. Such casual fabrications are very unfriendly to the strear if spread around. Yan Yan just got angry and almost kicked out of bed.]
[Cool.]
[Beautiful wife, how can I live without you!]
[To the one above who said 'beautiful wife,' a reminder that you forgot to switch to your alt account, ga strear Ji Tiantian...]
[Oh crap! That's the real person above!]
[It's verified! Oh my God!]
[I won't switch accounts. I want to use my real identity to attract my wife's attention!]
[Hahaha, you're killing .]
[Alert! Chairman Fu will arrive on the battlefield in five seconds!]
...The comnts were in cheerful chaos, full of laughter and jokes.
The words on the screen seed strangely searing. Fu Yan turned off his phone.
Except for him, no one knew that Lin Jiang Yan might never co back.
Before getting into his car, he took one last look at the building next to the utility pole.
The grayish-white walls, with their low purity, were unremarkable among the cluster of buildings. Only a tree in front of the building stood out, its deep green leaves swaying in the wind, very noticeable.
Just like her, who lived in this place. Ordinary qualities, inexplicably eye-catching and attractive.
Fu Yan drove with the car top open, the wind rushing against his face, blowing away his sigh: "It's a pity that fairies have short lives, unable to have even a brief romance with him."
Fu Yan remained in low spirits for quite so ti, lacking enthusiasm for everything, until his fun-loving mother called and asked if he wanted to visit her in Canada.
Fu Yan, eager to shake off the dejected mood of first love and imdiate heartbreak, agreed to his mother's surprise.
After divorcing Fu Yan's father, his mother never returned to the country, enjoying life to the fullest in Canada. Occasionally rembering she had a son, she would send over a large sum of money—she ca from a wealthy family with abundant assets.
She lacked maternal instinct and was quite irresponsible, but Fu Yan had adapted well to this relationship, enjoying the freedom of not being constrained.
...
Jiang Yan rented a house on an unremarkable street in the city, in a small building on a maple-lined street.
Jiang Yan adapted well to unfamiliar environnts, quickly becoming acquainted with nearby neighbors and familiarizing herself with where to buy flowers and where to eat.
Occasionally, she thought about livestreaming, but quickly pushed the idea aside, wanting to steal a bit more ti for laziness.
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