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On the Way Home
The evening breeze brushed against my cheeks, carrying a hint of the night's chill. I hurriedly left the restaurant, still trying to sort through my thoughts after dinner with Mao Yixuan. His words, though seemingly casual, conveyed a deeper concern for me that I couldn't quite shake off. It left me feeling somewhat disoriented.
As I reached the corner of the alley, a familiar figure appeared under the dim streetlight.
"Han Xiao, long time no see," Li Ce smiled at me, as if time had rewound to two years ago.
My heart tightened suddenly, and my steps faltered. "What are you doing here?"
I struggled to keep my voice steady, trying not to reveal the turmoil within.
"I've been waiting for you," he said gently, yet there was an undeniable firmness in his tone.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions rising within me. "It's been over for two years."
"Has it really ended?" he asked softly, a glimmer of reluctance in his eyes. "Han Xiao, can you truly forget our past?"
A wave of memories long suppressed crashed over me like a tide. I knew I couldn't allow myself to get caught up in it again, but his gaze was impossible to ignore.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice further. "Do you have some time? Even if it's just to talk."
I hesitated to respond, caught in an internal struggle. Just then, my phone vibrated again—another message from Mao Yixuan.
"Are you home yet?"
The message pulled me back from a whirlwind of emotions, grounding me in reality.
I didn't reply immediately, my heart a tumult of feelings. The brief reunion had left me breathless. Li Ce's sudden appearance was like an unexpected storm, completely disrupting the emotional order I had painstakingly established.
His voice echoed in my mind, his words reverberating—"Can you really forget everything we've been through?"
But he forgot that I had to forget.
The night breeze brushed against my face, its chill seeping into my bones. I stood at the crossroads, hesitating for a moment, but ultimately chose not to look back. The pain of the past could not repeat itself; Li Ce was merely a passerby in my life now. I had to continue moving toward my future.
My phone vibrated again. I looked down to see another message from Mao Yixuan:
"Are you okay?"
Suddenly, this message felt much more real than Li Ce's words. I took a deep breath and replied with a simple word.
"I'm fine."
In an instant, my phone rang, the screen lighting up with Mao Yixuan's name. I hesitated for a moment but eventually answered.
"Where are you?" His concern was palpable, cutting through the usual coldness of our professional boundaries.
"I'm... on my way home." I tried to keep my voice light, as if nothing was amiss.
"You sound upset," Mao Yixuan paused for a moment before softly saying, "Do you want me to come over?"
A warmth spread through me at his words; his voice was like a gentle harbor in the night, soothing and reassuring. "No need, I'm almost home."
"Are you sure?" His tone was somewhat insistent, laced with concern.
"Really, I'm feeling much better," I replied softly, not wanting him to worry about me.
There was a brief silence on the other end, as if he were contemplating something. After a moment, he slowly said, "If you need anything, just call me."
"Okay," I responded quietly before hanging up.
As I stepped through the front door and prepared to take off my coat, my phone screen suddenly lit up with an unread message.
"Han Xiao, I'm downstairs."
I paused for a moment, instantly realizing who it was. My heart tightened slightly as I walked to the window and saw him—Li Ce—standing below, leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets, his gaze unwavering.
A wave of complex emotions surged within me. I had already rejected him, yet he still refused to leave. We had once been so close; Li Ce was the first person who truly captured my heart. But then everything changed—he vanished without a trace, leaving behind an unfillable void.
"Han Xiao, I just want to talk to you," he looked up, his voice clear and deep in the night air.
I remained silent for a moment, weighing my options internally. In the end, I opened the door and walked down to meet him.
"You shouldn't be here," I said as I stood before him, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible.
Li Ce's gaze was filled with deep emotion, as if he had traveled through time back to our past.
"I've missed so much, but this time I just want to make up for it."
His voice was soft and familiar, having lured me into its depths countless times.
Memories flooded my mind in an instant, and the Li Ce who once planned a future with me seemed to stand right before me.
"I can't forget you. Give me a chance." He stepped forward, his tone low and earnest.
I closed my eyes, trying hard to remain calm. "It's over for us." My voice was quiet but resolute.
He didn't let go, his fingers gently gripping my wrist, his tone soft yet stubborn. "I know you still have feelings for me. We can start anew."
"Han Xiao?" A familiar voice called out from a distance.
I suddenly looked up and saw Mao Yixuan standing at the street corner, his expression dark and complex. His presence made my heart race, and my mind went blank. At this moment, he shouldn't be here.
"Mao Yixuan..." My voice was almost a whisper, as I pulled my wrist away from Li Ce's grasp, recoiling as if shocked.
Mao Yixuan's gaze darted between me and Li Ce, confusion and unease in his eyes gradually turning to indifference, as if he had already drawn his own conclusions.
"It seems I've interrupted something." His tone was eerily calm, as if all emotion had been completely shut off.
"No, it's not what you think..." I hurriedly explained, but my voice caught in my throat, turning dry and weak.
Li Ce stood nearby, frowning slightly. His gaze toward Mao Yixuan instantly turned colder. "Who are you? This is a private matter between us, so what are you interfering for?" His tone was filled with questioning.
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing him turn and walk away, all words vanished from my throat.
The next morning, I opened my phone as usual and instinctively scrolled through the news. Suddenly, a headline caught my eye—
"Mao Yixuan's new rumored girlfriend is actually linked to ex Li Ce?"
My heart sank as I quickly clicked on the article. The page displayed a photo of me and Li Ce together from last night. Although the angle was blurry, our interaction was clearly captured by the reporters, accompanied by words like "ex-boyfriend," "rumor," and "reunion," causing the news to spread like wildfire.
I took a deep breath, my fingers gripping the phone tightly as my mind raced in chaos. Clearly, someone was deliberately pushing this matter from behind the scenes.
Just then, my phone vibrated again. The caller ID showed Mao Yixuan.
I hesitated for a moment before finally answering the call.
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