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I called Li Ying, but she didn't answer.
I went to France to find her, but she refused to see me.
I begged her to meet me, even if just for a moment, so I could have a good look at her.
But Li Ying wouldn't agree.
I finally realized that I was wrong.
I let down a good woman.
Meng Shasha betrayed me after all.
She took my money and ran off with another man.
At that moment, I was so desperate that I wanted to die.
I suddenly felt that my life was quite ridiculous.
The person I loved, I gave up on.
The person I didn't love, abandoned me.
What have I been doing with my life?
Li Ying and I reunited during the Qingming Festival.
That day, I returned to my hometown to pay respects at the graves, and Li Ying was there too.
She looked well and seemed to be living a good life.
After that, I began frequently flying to France,
just to secretly catch a glimpse of Li Ying.
Once, at an art exhibition,
I unexpectedly ran into Xu Yalan, whom I hadn't seen in years.
She was my college classmate and had a good relationship with Li Ying; she moved to Paris after graduation.
I asked her about Li Ying's recent situation,
and she coldly replied, "You’re asking me about Li Ying?"
"Lu Jingtian, how ridiculous you are!"
"When you abandoned Li Ying back then, weren't you quite tough about it?"
"What's this? Regretting it now?"
I remained silent for a long time before answering, "Yes, I regret it."
"I didn't know Li Ying did so much for me behind my back..."
"I was wrong."
Xu Yalan sighed and told me—
While I was buried in painting and worrying about making a living,
Li Ying was also working hard.
She went to Qiu Wen's place to stake out,
risking her life to stop his car.
Qiu Wen admired Li Ying's courage, so he noted down my name. Later, when Qiu Wen saw my painting, he said to me, "Li Ying is a brave girl." "I hope you won't let her down." It was then that I realized my success was not due to how good my paintings were, but because Li Ying had sacrificed so much for me. She gave up her dignity and even her life for me. Yet, I had ruthlessly abandoned her.
I had changed. I forgot the love and promises we once shared. I forgot the vows made under the silk cotton tree in our youth. I decided to divorce Meng Shasha. Meng Shasha was relentless, demanding ten times more money than Li Ying. I agreed, but… I needed time.
At a banquet, I encountered Li Ying again. This time, I saved her, and she took me to the hospital, genuinely worried about me. However, when she left, I wanted to hold onto her, but she walked away too quickly.
After returning home, I was hospitalized. Meng Shasha never visited me once. I learned that my painting "Muse" had been sold for an astronomical price. But how could that be? I had destroyed "Muse," and there would never be another like it in this world. The only explanation was that someone had forged it.
On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I went home and asked Meng Shasha about it. She admitted calmly, "Yes, I forged it." "Lu Jingtian, now that you have money, why are you still so stingy with me?" "You won't even let me buy a bag; what's the point of marrying you?"
It was then that I discovered there was another man lying in Meng Shasha's bed. I realized that Meng Shasha had a boyfriend she had been with for many years. They owed a lot of gambling debts, and so Meng Shasha married me just to swindle my money.
They had children to tie me down. Unfortunately, the child is not mine. I filed for divorce and held a press conference to explain everything. Meng Shasha was sentenced, and once again, I had nothing. I started painting with my left hand. Although it wasn't as good as my right, I could still sell some of my work. After six months of saving, I finally gathered enough money to go to France. However, the doctor told me I had stomach cancer, and it was already in the late stages.
Near Li Ying's estate, there was a farmhouse for rent. The house was dilapidated and the price was low, so I rented it. Thus, I became neighbors with Li Ying. I missed her a lot, so I asked a girl next door to help me record her voice. I immersed myself in painting, trying to alleviate the pain in my body through art.
On Valentine's Day, the girl next door told me she could help me record "I love you." I asked her for help, but she tried several times without success. I felt very frustrated, and she smiled to comfort me, saying, "It's okay; you'll definitely be able to do it next year."
That night, I couldn't help but call Li Ying. However, the person who answered was a man. He said he was in Li Ying's room. He said he told Li Ying not to leave. He said that Li Ying was now his girlfriend. I coughed up blood and collapsed weakly. I had finally lost everything.
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