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I finally nodded and, with tears in my eyes, rushed into Du Ming's embrace. The setting sun stretched our shadows long, and in that moment, I truly believed happiness was within reach. After returning home, we announced our engagement, and as expected, my family strongly opposed it, especially my father, who was so furious he nearly lost his temper.
"Lingxi, are you out of your mind? Do you know who Du Ming is? How can you marry him?" My father scolded me with a heavy heart.
I held the phone in silence. He was right; Du Ming was notorious in the business world for being ruthless and cold-hearted. Yet I loved him without hesitation. In the end, my father relented; he couldn't go against my will and agreed to the marriage. I was filled with joy as I began planning the wedding, dreaming of walking down the aisle with Du Ming.
However, life is always full of surprises. Just when I was immersed in happiness, an unexpected visitor shattered this tranquility. That day, Du Ming and I had planned to go wedding dress shopping. I arrived early at the café we agreed upon but unexpectedly saw him being intimate with another woman.
"Du Ming, you promised me you'd take me to the art exhibition today," the woman's sweet voice made me feel nauseous.
Du Ming seemed oblivious to my arrival; he smiled gently and tucked a strand of hair behind the woman's ear. "Sorry, something came up today. I'll take you another day, okay?"
The woman beamed with satisfaction and leaned closer to Du Ming, their bodies almost touching. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my flesh without feeling any pain.
I wanted to confront him and ask why he had deceived me, why he had betrayed me! But my pride wouldn't allow it. Silently, I turned away, tears blurring my vision as I stumbled out of the café, letting the cold wind lash against my face as if it were tearing me apart. I wandered aimlessly down the street, replaying that scene in my mind over and over again, my heart aching like it was being sliced open. I took out my phone to call Du Ming and ask if he ever loved me, but ultimately gave up.
I didn't remember how I got home that night; all I knew was that I locked myself in my room without eating or drinking, not crying or making a sound—just like a walking corpse. The next day, I received a call from Du Ming; his tone was anxious as he asked where I had gone and why I wasn't answering his calls. Holding back the pain in my heart, I coldly said, "Let's break up."
"What did you say?" Du Ming's voice trembled noticeably. "Why do we have to break up? Did something happen?"
"Nothing happened; I've just realized we aren't suited for each other." After saying this, I hung up and blocked his number. I knew it was cruel to do so, but I couldn't face him or forgive him.
In the following days, Du Ming kept calling and texting; he even waited downstairs at my apartment building, but I ignored him completely. I knew he must have been frantic and wanted to know why I suddenly wanted to break up, but I didn't want to explain or see him again. I shut myself off from everything outside as if that would help me escape reality and forget all the pain.
I thought that if I hid away long enough, I'd forget everything. However, Du Ming's shadow lingered like a ghost that wouldn't leave me alone. When Bai Wei found me curled up in a corner of my rented room with vacant eyes,
"Lingxi, why are you doing this to yourself?" Bai Wei looked at me with concern as she handed me a cup of hot tea. "Du Ming has been looking for you; he's almost going crazy!"
I forced a bitter smile but didn't respond. I knew Du Ming must be very angry; how could such a proud person tolerate my sudden disappearance?
"Lingxi, listen to me," Bai Wei grasped my hand urgently. "That day at the café, Du Ming wasn't what you thought; that woman deliberately..."
Bai Wei explained in fragments what had happened that day and how that woman had intentionally created misunderstandings and spread rumors. Only then did I realize that everything had been orchestrated by her behind the scenes while I foolishly believed her lies and pushed Du Ming into despair.
"Lingxi, Du Ming really loves you; please stop torturing him—and yourself," Bai Wei's eyes were red; she knew deep down that I couldn't let go of Du Ming.
Did I not know? But could I return to his side? There were too many misunderstandings and hurts between us—could we ever go back?
"Lingxi, Du Ming knows the truth now; he's waiting for you downstairs. You should go see him," Bai Wei's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
My heart skipped a beat—he's here? He knows the truth? Hesitatingly, I walked to the window; below, Du Ming stood alone in the cold wind looking particularly desolate. My heart felt like it was being pricked by needles—painful beyond measure.
Bai Wei was right; I couldn't keep avoiding this anymore—I needed to face it bravely. Taking a deep breath, I turned around to grab my coat and prepared to go downstairs to meet Du Ming. But when I opened the door, there was no one outside—only Bai Wei standing there dejectedly.
"He... left?" My voice trembled as I asked.
"Um," Bai Wei nodded, "he... he went to the airport. He said... he said he was going to look for you."
My heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
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