: "Do you know how regretful I am about this wedding today? My best friend didn't come to attend. She left and never wants me again. But I didn't dare to go to her, because when she needed me most, I
Ignore her. I can't even imagine how desperate she was when she left Senzhou."
The emotions that had been suppressed for several years suddenly burst out the moment she saw Zhuo Yu'an. She didn't care whether she would mess up her wedding, she only knew heartache, anger and unspeakable guilt.
And I still miss you, I really miss the days when we were inseparable.
"Has she left Senzhou?" Zhuo Yu'an finally responded. Because he rarely saw the sun in the past few years, the skin on his face has always been unhealthy and white, and now there is no blood at all.
"What else can she do if she doesn't leave Senzhou? Are she waiting to be bullied by you?" Lin Zhiqian yelled.
The expression on Zhuo Yuan's face was slightly cold.
Several executives on the other side also came around. Seeing the wine stains on his shirt, Lawyer Zhang hurriedly pulled out a few pieces of paper to wipe Zhuo Yu'an. Zhuo Yu'an raised his hand and refused, then got up and walked out alone.
He drove all the way to the old home of the two in the city center. He took the elevator from the basement and went upstairs. He always had an expressionless face and could not see any emotional changes.
This house was originally in her name. When they divorced, he did not ask for it back. He even fulfilled his promise at the time and would bear the property fees of this house. His bank card is still bound to the property.
Through the charging system, every year, he would receive text message notifications deducting property fees as scheduled. He always thought that she still lived here, and paying the property fees for her every year was the only connection between him and her.
He tried pressing the door lock with his fingerprint, and the door opened with a click.
This apartment was on the top floor and had good lighting. When the door opened, the room was flooded with sunlight. He calmed down and looked at the apartment carefully, and found that everything in it was still the same as it was three years ago.
Even his and Shu Tinglan's slippers were placed side by side at the door, and the thin blanket she liked to put on her body was folded and placed on the sofa.
There are several stickers on the door of the refrigerator in the kitchen, which were left by the property management company when they came to clean the place. They were basically to help clean out the expired food in the refrigerator.
In the cloakroom and bedroom, all the clothes, bags, shoes, and jewelry he bought for her were placed as they were.
Everything in this home is still the same as before, but he knows that everything is different. Without her breath, she has never come back.
The divorce was hasty and he was filled with pain. After the divorce, he went abroad the next day and cut off all contacts in the country. Why did he cut off all contacts so decisively? He was afraid that he would be reluctant to let go and that he would look back. He
Her existence was a kind of harm to her, so he thought that no contact or interruption was the last thing he could do for her.
But he forgot how proud Shu Tinglan was. After a divorce, how could she want the house he gave her? She didn't even want those clothes and bags.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, rushed into the bedside table in the bedroom, and opened the drawer. There was a wedding ring from him in the red velvet box, which lay quietly in the drawer, as if he was completely divorced.
, not even a single thought was left behind.
They didn't even have any serious photos together. It would have been great if they had taken wedding photos on the island when they went on their honeymoon. At least there would be something left to prove that they were so in love.
Now, the only group photos of the two of them were actually the photos that Wen Jian secretly took, which he hid in an encrypted file. After hiding them for a long time, he forgot about them.
Things are different and people are different. This is the deepest feeling at this time. Every time I think of her in the past two years, I feel like I can't breathe. It wasn't until these two years that I got used to it. But today, in the home we once shared, memories of the past come flooding back, faintly.
The pain became particularly intense, and he sniffed the smell in the air greedily, missing her so much.
But he will not go to her, nor can he go to her. He just hopes that she will stride forward, striding in the direction of happiness.