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Nevertheless, the next day she still had to resign herself to dressing up and going out. Wu Huan was like a butterfly that fluttered onto Chu Siyu's heart, causing ripples, and then flapped its wings and left without looking back.
She watched as she repeatedly hit a wall, repeatedly failed, from the beginning full of confidence and pride to the point of being unable to do it, to later being downcast all day long. Yes, she was clearly a top student who had returned from studying abroad, how could it be "as difficult as reaching the sky" to find a simple translation job in the domestic market? She could only translate documents for some small companies at home.
At the same time, they always managed to find countless odd jobs for her.
Chu Siyu dare not delay any longer, because she does not trust their character and their patience is obviously not good enough.
She feels sorry for Wu Huan and knows full well why Wu Huan is being questioned about her professional ability even though she brought a transcript with an A+ average to the interview.
She hated them, but could only endure the heartbroken gaze of Wu Huan and continue the Miai process. Just then, a man appeared who perfectly matched her needs.
The first time she saw Luo Dongyang, he was wearing a camel-colored coat. Luo Dongyang claimed to be a DINK (double income, no kids), but Chu Siyu had a hunch that something was off. After probing repeatedly, he couldn't hold it in any longer and revealed his true identity as someone who had already come out of the closet. This world is truly magical - "marriage of convenience," yes, Chu Siyu thought of those parents who only asked her to get married, not to have children.
"Let's get married, today, right now!"
Luo Dongyang appeared like a sudden lifesaving straw, and she had to hold on for Wu Huan's future.
Everything that followed happened quickly, time passing like flowing water. After the engagement banquet, Chu Siyu finally got a large sum of money as she had hoped, and she wrote it all into her will—this was for Wu Huan, and no one could take it away. Speaking of Wu Huan, the one she loved had long since left home. On the day she left, her gaze was so sorrowful, as if silently questioning herself.
In fact, Wu Huan really didn't leave her anything, and perhaps all they shared were those beautiful memories.
The existence of a person is like a big dream, the good things in the world are not strong, and the colored clouds are easily scattered like fragile glass.
Chu Siyu Drowning in deep sorrow, I dare not take the initiative to call and ask "how have you been?" Wu Huan I called her, but she hesitated to answer, afraid that she would ask why, afraid of disappointing her again.
Should an ordinary person's story just end here, from mutual support to drifting apart? In the past, when watching TV dramas and reading novels, I always complained about why the main characters didn't speak up and explain, leading to so many bizarre misunderstandings. Now that it's happening to me, I realize what it means to guard your heart and find it hard to speak up.
She can't possibly say to her ex-girlfriend whom she still deeply loves, "I'm getting married tomorrow, will you sit at the main table?"
An accident suddenly occurred. Before getting married, Luo Dongyang's family proposed to do a pre-marital check. The check revealed something serious - Chu Siyu has stomach cancer.
It's still an incurable late stage, the situation is deteriorating seriously, it can be said that it is urgent. Therefore, her marriage contract naturally came to nothing. Fortunately, the money has been received, and Wu Huan has also successfully joined a well-known editing company.
Chu Siyu unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief.
She watched as Luo Dongyang peeled a red apple, leaving it with a missing piece here and there, and couldn't help bursting into laughter, reminded of how Wu Huan was the same way, always asking her to peel fruits for her because she couldn't do it well and didn't know how to use a knife.
Luo Dongyang is a good person. It would be even better if he hadn't planned to deceive her from the beginning.
Out of humanitarian spirit, he still informed his former girlfriend, whom his ex-fiancée, Chu Siyu, couldn't forget, "Wu Huan."
When Wu Huan saw Chu Siyu, she knew everything, but it was all too late. She hated that Chu Siyu always treated her like a child, even though they were the same age, but she felt like she had never truly grown up. She liked Chu Siyu, liked her so much, but Chu Siyu only felt that it was "dependence," not love.
"How come you're crying again?" Setting down the fruit basket, Wu Huan lay in Chu Siyu's arms, crying incessantly as if trying to shed all the tears she hadn't shed in three months of absence. "Alright, alright, I'm not dead yet. The doctor said I still have half a year, didn't he?" She patted her head, fluffy like a newborn calf, really nice.
"My parents finally have a bit of conscience. Look, I got cancer, and they didn't dare to force me to get married and even helped me pay for the hospitalization fees. After all, I don't have medical insurance, and medical treatment is so expensive."
"You are not allowed to say that, Chu Siyu, I can support you!"
Even with Wu Huan's careful companionship and round-the-clock care, Chu Siyu's mood improved, and she was very happy every day. She also actively cooperated with the treatment, but the torment of illness did not diminish in the slightest.
The scythe of the Grim Reaper is indeed ruthless - a year later, when that day arrived, Wu Huan tightly held Chu Siyu's hand.
Before, she didn't care about life or death, feeling that she wasn't great enough to create any special value for society. When she met Wu Huan, who also had no family, she was determined to take good care of him. Later, she fell in love with this stubborn child. "Child" was clearly a term of endearment, but unfortunately, she didn't understand it at all.
She wants to protect Wu Huan's fragile innocence and ideals, just as Chu Siyu has always hidden a desire to be protected in her heart.
Wu Huan is also awkwardly reciprocating this sincere love in her own way. She learns massage, cooking, psychology, and so many other things unrelated to her own interests, just to be able to help Chu Siyu, her beloved partner.
Chu Siyu left, and Wu Huan dyed her short hair silver-white to mourn the passing of youth and lost loved ones.
The sunset almost has the color of a dream, but unfortunately, the beautiful scenery doesn't last.
She walked on the street, unable to hear anything. Whatever Luo Dongyang said, Wu Huan couldn't make out, she only saw him smile. Everyone, every person is smiling, but for Chu Siyu, death has become a relief to this day.
Wu Huan is filled with mixed emotions, clearly not yet thirty, she has already realized the true meaning of life and death.
She doesn't want to see a psychologist, she just wants to find Mr. Zhouyi. She wants to blame the heavens, the earth, the doors, the windows, and the feng shui, but she doesn't want to blame herself. The walls of the hospital have heard more sincere prayers than churches and temples. Some people live for eating, drinking, and having fun, some eat, drink, have fun, and live, and Wu Huan barely lives all because of Chu Siyu's treasure map.
Even if she's gone, remember that Wu Huan is afraid of loneliness, afraid she'll die for love, afraid she'll lose hope. Just in case, she left behind this treasure map that spans across n countries globally, and specially designed an exclusive journey of life for Wu Huan.
The letter that had been kept by Luo Dongyang was only handed to Wu Huan today. With tearful eyes, she read the short letter over and over for half the night.
She knew she loved her very much, but she didn't know to what extent. At the last moment, should she believe that her love is not dependent?
"To Chu Siyu and Wu Huan:
Your words are as if we were face to face. I can rest peacefully once you find the true answer to life."
"Love you, Chu Siyu"
Light has no shape, everything is like this, for Wu Huan, Chu Siyu is such light.
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