Su Hongxing spent several lost and confused days like this, constantly feeling that the events of the past few days were an unreal mirage, and she refused to believe the harsh realities.
How could Xiao Ji, who had loved her so much and cherished her in the palm of his hand, possibly marry another woman behind her back?
One night, she had the same dream. In the dream there was a man, his face obscured by layers of fog.
The scenes in the dream were chaotic, spinning rapidly like a carousel.
Then, as her anxiety grew, the fog dispersed, and the face of the man was revealed. It was Ye Qilan...
Su Hongxing woke up from her dream, covered in sweat.
Why was it Ye Qilan?
She stumbled dazedly into the bathroom and after freshening up and changing into clean clothes, she saw a man sitting on the edge of her bed, it was Xiao Ji who had mysteriously disappeared for some time.
The man in front of her was wildly attractive and exceptionally handsome. He had been popular since high school, and wherever he went, he was the center of attention among the girls.
This excellent man, who saw other women as insignificant, he only had eyes for her.
From her childhood to adulthood, she was cherished and protected by him.
She had never dreamed that one day, he would let go of her hand and marry another woman behind her back.
Xiao Ji was looking at their old photos and when he saw her come out, he pointed at a person in a photo and said, "Do you remember how we took this picture?"
Su Hongxing came over to look. She was still young back then, around five or six years old, naked and rolling in the mud, being pushed by a neighbor's kid. She did not cry but instead, she was laughing excitedly.
That was the moment Xiao's mother took this picture.
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, they had grown up, and the boy who always stood silently behind her had become a man, now he was married too.
Regrettably, the bride was not her.
"Xiao Ji, don't you have anything to say to me?" Su Hongxing took the photo album out of Xiao Ji's hand, determined to speak her mind.
She can't always find Xiao Ji, if she missed this chance, she didn't know when she would see him again.
"Xingxing, I missed you." Xiao Ji looked at Su Hongxing with a heavy gaze.
The girl in front of him, who he had been protecting since childhood, he thought he could protect her for a lifetime. He tried his best to protect her, not wanting her to get hurt by anyone.
But in the end, in the end...
Su Hongxing walked up to Xiao Ji, her eyes swelling with tears: "Zhou Luhe came by, she showed me your marriage certificate. You registered the marriage with her last month, when were you planning to tell me about it if she hadn't come?"
"I'm sorry, I——"
Xiao Ji tried to reach out to touch Su Hongxing's face but she fiercely slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me! Haven't I told you, the cheapest words in the world are 'I'm sorry', why did they have to come from your mouth?"
Xiao Ji had never seen Su Hongxing so agitated, not even when her parents got divorced.
Back then she was only a few years old, her father remarried, and her mother left for another country. She had been fostered by his family, and yet she didn't react dramatically.
He used to say that whoever could make Su Hongxing shed tears was truly fortunate, because it proved that she cared about them deeply.
He should consider himself fortunate.
When her parents divorced she did not cry, when she was abandoned, she also did not cry. But when he betrayed her, she wept...
Xiao Ji hugged Su Hongxing tightly, while she struggled furiously in his arms, crying out loud: "Xiao Ji, I hate you, I hate you so much..."