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After being drenched in that rain, the high fever lasted for several days. When she finally awoke, Qin Guan had already left for America.
His decisiveness suggested that he truly wanted to leave no trace of memories behind.
Wanling forced a bitter smile, thinking to herself: Perhaps this is for the best.
"I would rather you remember my humility than think of me as despicable."
The following year passed in a dull haze for Wanling, yet deep within her heart, there remained an unfillable void. She often pondered how she had once genuinely loved a boy who shone like the sun, yet had cruelly hurt him.
In a French restaurant, the man sitting across from Wanling was someone her father had introduced, said to be a suitable match.
She found it absurd and laughable; it turned out that both her Stepmother and her father viewed her as a commodity for an equivalent exchange.
Halfway through the meal, she was suddenly doused with ice water. Wanling looked up to see a face filled with anger—Ling Ran, President Ling.
"You've really hit rock bottom. Eating with a nobody like Liang Heng, your looks only deserve someone from a small company like his?" Ling Ran mocked Wanling, casting a disdainful glance at the so-called "suitable match."
"Woman, come with me to see Qin Guan." Ling Ran completely ignored Liang Heng and grabbed Wanling, pulling her away.
"I won't go! Let go of me!" Unable to break free from his grip, Wanling bit him hard.
"Back then, you made me leave Qin Guan, and I did it. Now you want me to see him? Absolutely not!" She glared fiercely at Ling Ran, filled with a desire to tear him apart.
"Do you really have feelings for this Liang Heng?" Ling Ran felt an inexplicable surge of anger rise within him.
"Yes, I love him." Though she felt no affection for Liang Heng, Wanling held her ground and said this deliberately.
"Fine, Xia Wanling! You truly are the promiscuous woman I know, never lacking men around you." Ling Ran sneered and shot her a harsh look.
"Wanling, perhaps one day you will regret this."
Wanling's heart suddenly fluttered inexplicably, mixed with a tinge of pain, yet she still forced herself to say, "Actually, I've regretted it for a long time. The thing I regret the most is that I ever met you, Ling Ran."
The names "Ling" and "Ran" were pronounced clearly by her, as if years of hatred were condensed into those two words.
A month later, Wanling regretted so much that she wanted to bang her head against the wall.
If that afternoon, she had set aside her pride and dignity to follow Ling Ran to see Qin Guan, would things have turned out differently?
She received Qin Guan's obituary; the lead-gray card bore his handwriting. It was evident that he had been weak and frail at that time, struggling even to hold a pen, yet the gentle strokes still captivated Wanling.
"Water comes, I wait for you in the water.
Fire comes, I wait for you in the ashes."
She could not imagine what kind of mindset Qin Guan had when he wrote those two lines at the end of his life.
However, when she arrived in California, she was stopped at the door by Ling Ran.
Outside Saint Mary Church, Ling Ran looked pale as he stared at Wanling, remaining silent.
After Wanling revealed the card that Qin Guan had written for her, Ling Ran's eyes turned red. He reached out to snatch the card and tear it apart, but Wanling hurriedly rushed forward to grab it back.
"That is the last gift Qin Guan gave me; don’t destroy it." She pleaded desperately, but Ling Ran merely looked at her coldly.
He slowly began to tear the card.
"Xia Wanling, have you ever considered what he felt when he wrote these words for you?"
Ling Ran scattered the torn pieces of paper over her head and turned to step into the church, while several bodyguards still stood in front of Wanling.
Suddenly, Wanling seemed to go mad as she charged toward the church with all her might.
“Ling Ran, please, let me see him one last time! I beg you…”
The large door remained tightly shut, with several bodyguards continuously blocking her way.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the funeral ceremony for Qin Guan had already concluded. Wanling watched as the coffin was carried out and placed onto the hearse. In a fit of frenzy, she broke free from the grip of the bodyguards and ran to the side of the coffin.
Ling Ran stood before the coffin, and upon seeing Wanling approach, he suddenly let out a cold laugh. Then, in front of everyone, he swung his hand down hard, causing Wanling to cry out in pain and fall to the ground.
“This slap is my repayment to you on behalf of Qin Guan. In his final moments battling cancer, he rolled in agony on his bed, yet all he could do was call your name while you were busy flirting with another man.”
Wanling sat on the ground in a daze, seemingly deaf to Ling Ran's words.
“I truly cannot understand why he still thought of you, this heartless woman, even in death!” Tears streamed down Wanling's face, but she did not sob; she merely sat there expressionless as her tears flowed freely.
“Let me see him one last time…” She clutched at Ling Ran's pant leg desperately.
Ling Ran kicked her hand away and said to those in front of him, “Lift the coffin onto the vehicle.”
Wanling remained seated in the rain as it poured harder and harder, completely oblivious to her surroundings.
It felt as if her body had been drained of all strength. Far away in California, she lay on the ground sobbing softly, which soon escalated into loud wails as if she had never cried so deeply in her life—like she was trying to release every tear she had ever held back.
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