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He will definitely leave her.
After making up his mind, Zhao Yu shook off his despondency and felt refreshed, full of hope for tomorrow! He temporarily forgot about the tiresome social obligations and the uninteresting work, and instead, his mind was filled with fantasies of a happy family life in the future, with every ripple in his heart being for Xiao He girl.
He even forgot his aunt's heavy admonition. Emotions surged and could not be contained, once trapped, they could not be pulled out, eventually leading to a dead end, with no chance of recovery.
Zhao Yu thought that Xiao He was the missing half of his soul, the long-awaited key. He adored Xiao He as one adores an indescribable and unattainable body, his obsession giving her the potential to overturn emotions and captivate dreams.
Before Du Xin could manipulate Xiao He into Zhao Yu's arms, she had already fallen into the trap herself. She was very naive, and sometimes, her naivety bordered on cruelty. Zhao Yu willingly endured repeated torment in his love dream. Indeed, Xiao He agreed to marry Zhao Yu without an ounce of love. She was determined in her career in floristry and considered herself clever. Since her master was his own aunt, she assumed she would be her aunt in the future.
Du Xin looked at Tian Yutian crying loudly, unable to understand why. He had meticulously arranged everything, but never expected Zhao Yu to be so heartless. He was so indifferent, but then changed so quickly when he met Xiao He. The wedding invitation naturally reached Du Xin, who couldn't not go, but also wouldn't bring Tian Yutian along.
For a man, to live or die, but if this man doesn't love her, what use does she have? Du Xin still pretended to be a good big brother, comforting his sister and asking her to go home and wait, while he went to investigate the situation.
Tian Yutian walked obediently.
Du Xin Unexpectedly, this was my second major blunder.
This half-sister, who shares the same father but has a different mother, has always been indecisive and has relied on him since she was young, obeying his every command. But this time, she dared to betray him for the so-called "love." Tian Yutian was driven by jealousy to set fire to the engagement banquet, shocking everyone who knew her because she used to be such a sunny and positive person.
"How could she do such a thing?"
"Zhao Yu owes a debt of peach blossoms."
"In his eyes, mouth, and mind, there is only Xiao He now. He doesn't remember Tian Yutian."
Xiao He was also surprised by this accident. She saw the floral tribute designed by her master fall down, leaving behind scorch marks on the white veil. Suddenly, her heart ached. It felt like she had taken something that didn't belong to her. Zhao Yu has always been gentle and careful with Xiao He, because she is the immortal crane he desperately wants to hold onto. Anxiously, he hugged her tightly, as if this way the two of them would never be separated.
"Zhao Yu, it's chaotic here," she didn't push him away because obviously, she didn't have enough strength. Xiao He's voice was indifferent as always, without any emotional color, but now it became the last straw that overwhelmed Zhao Yu. "I will handle it, Xiao He, trust me, don't leave me." He was about to say "please," but Xiao He's heart was so hard, who should he ask? He might as well ask the heavens for mercy.
Du Xin is really crazy, and Tian Yutian is also crazy.
Zhao Yu suddenly hated them, but couldn't bear to blame Xiao He, unwilling to hate himself.
This is an era of collective mental weakness, where everyone has moments of uncontrollable hidden symptoms.
At that moment, the fire truck's siren sounded. Distracted, without thinking, Xiao He kicked off her high heels, lifted her skirt, and swiftly rushed towards the collapsing load-bearing pillar in the west, like a valiant arrow. This was the fastest speed of her life. Zhao Yu followed her direction and saw a child on the ground, wailing and full of fear.
" Xiao He!" He belatedly realized the danger and frantically chased after her, but he was too late. The child was unharmed, but Xiao He suffered burns on half of her face and was taken to the hospital. Zhao Yu broke down in tears, feeling that everything was over. He looked at every guest at the scene with eyes full of resentment.
"Zhao Yu, let's end it here," Xiao He generously showed him the scar on half of her face, which was shaped like a flower due to the burn, but still shocking. He wanted to touch it, but she avoided him. Before he could feel despondent, he had to quickly make amends.
"Auntie is still waiting for us, Xiao He, you have to do the floristry...," Zhao Yu knelt in front of her hospital bed, offering a ring and flowers, crying with swollen eyes, still holding onto a glimmer of hope. "I'm so ugly now, I'm not worthy. How can I do the floristry? Go, say hello to the master for me." Xiao He still had empty eyes, not shedding a tear, while Zhao Yu was crying as if he was about to lose his breath.
Xiao He has never understood the self-deception behind the warm appearance of Zhao Yu. The online media swarmed like bees and butterflies, wanting to interview the behind-the-scenes truth of the famous entrepreneur's wedding fire. A small number of them, lacking professional ethics, directly added fuel to the fire by saying some popular love and hatred. Especially Xiao He, this tea artist, floral designer, and aloof beauty anchor's disfigurement incident, at least took up half of the entertainment tabloid headlines.
Du Xin and Zhao Yu spent money to withdraw, but it was too late. Zhao Yu felt helpless and heartbroken, even resorting to taking Chinese medicine. As for Du Xin, he did it to help Tian Yutian avoid a few years in prison. His sister is not very bright, but she is the only family he has had all along.
The internet's memory only lasts a week. A week later, the public had already forgotten that there was once a shameless Xiao He who said, "People who are ugly should not even think about doing floral art." But Xiao He never touched pleasing flowers again after that.
She started learning to paint, starting with sketching, and often remembered the still life painting hanging in her master's studio.
At this point, Xiao He completely withdrew from Zhao Yu's script world, withdrawing from his longing and admiration. Her mind was filled with lead, unable to penetrate true feelings, not waiting for the future to happen, only looking at the present. For a long time, without end, Xiao He struggled with the art path that originally shook her soul, giving her study a "Jian" pseudonym.
The years are vast and the primal catastrophe, the road is prosperous like the four seasons of chaos. Xiao He's life seems to be forcibly divided into two halves. If it were in a movie, her later life would be nothing more than a long pan shot. But if the camera were in Xiao He's hands, she would quickly skim over her earlier life and then choose to turn the corner of fate, to meet her present self again.
The moon is bright, flowers fill the branches, who knows my inner thoughts.
Eight years later, the Lotus Foundation has become a patron of appreciating new talented artists. The latest legal representative, Tian Mengxiao, was radiant and insightful during the board election. That day, Xiao He suddenly received an anonymous text message - "I'm sorry." For the first time, she smiled, and the scar on her left cheek, like a flower, opened up, even more terrifying.
The spring breeze awakens the lingering dreams, the noble son and the fair lady at the gorgeous banquet are no more, and the past dissipates like smoke. Xiao He focuses his gaze, continues to contemplate, and suddenly starts to write, copying the delicate narcissus in front of him.
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