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Dreamweaver of Flowing Years
墨書 Inktalez
The phone screen lit up, and seeing the pop-up reminder, I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the studio. Today marked the third anniversary of my marriage to Shen Mo.
I had returned home early and spent the entire afternoon busy in the kitchen. Just as I finished preparing a feast, Shen Mo's call came through, his voice as cold as ever:
“Meng Meng, something urgent came up at the company. I won’t be back for dinner. You can eat without me.”
Before I could respond, the line went dead.
Outside, the night deepened. On a whim, I decided to bring him dinner, so I drove to his company. However, upon arriving downstairs, I saw Shen Mo hurriedly getting into a car.
Compelled by an inexplicable urge, I followed him. The car wove through the bustling city and eventually stopped at the airport's passenger area. A woman dressed in high-end fashion approached him with a bright smile and linked her arm with his. He took her suitcase and gently stroked her hair.
As they got into the car, he even thoughtfully shielded her from the car roof with his body, every gesture filled with concern.
This was our fourth year of marriage, yet I had loved him for twenty years. Back then, his parents tragically died in a car accident, leaving the Shen family in turmoil. Despite his grief as a second-year graduate student, he quickly took over the company. Shareholders were restless, attempting to push him out and take his place.
To preserve the family legacy left by his parents, he traveled to France to propose to me. At that time, I had just won the International Jewelry Design Gold Award and had a bright future ahead of me. My father tried to dissuade me in every way possible; he knew Shen Mo was only after my benefits and did not truly love me.
But I couldn't listen, my heart and eyes were filled with Shen Mo.
Ignoring my father's objections, I secretly registered our marriage. In the end, my father had no choice but to accept this union. For three years, I took care of him with great devotion. We became more and more like an ordinary couple, as if everything was developing in a beautiful direction.
However, this dream was about to shatter before it even began. I knew today was the day his white moonlight, Pei Nana, returned to the country. So he left me behind and rushed to the airport to welcome the person he had been longing for.
I stood there in a daze, watching the two of them not far away. Pei Nana affectionately linked her arm with his, whispering who knows what to him. And my usually indifferent husband wore a soft expression on his face. That kind of doting smile was something I had never seen before.
I took out my phone, trembling as I dialed Shen Mo's number.
Beep—beep—beep—
He glanced at his phone but didn't answer or hang up. He simply pressed the mute button and continued to gaze tenderly at the person in front of him.
My heart sank heavily. Unwilling to give up, I called again. This time, the call was answered quickly.
I saw him frown slightly, his voice tinged with impatience: "Don't disturb me, I'm busy."
"Okay..."
Again, there was only the cold sound of a busy tone. I felt a chill wash over my face. When I touched it, I realized I was already in tears.
I leaned weakly against the headrest of the chair, allowing my tears to flow freely.
When I returned home, I had no appetite at all and sat in the living room, waiting for him to come back.
I lost track of time until I was startled awake by the sound of the door opening.
Shen Mo quietly closed the door behind him, his footsteps light. He fumbled for the switch on the wall, and as the light turned on, our eyes met.
He paused for a moment, then regained his composure. "Why are you still awake?"
I smiled faintly. "I woke up when I heard the door."
As he passed by me, I caught a familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with a hint of sweet rose fragrance.
Images flashed in my mind unbidden.
My stomach churned.
"Mo..." I stopped in my tracks and called out to him softly.
"Mm?" He looked up with an expressionless face.
I wanted to ask him something, but the words stuck in my throat.
"Good night," I said, giving him a bright smile.
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