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"What is that?"
Qin Guang opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
I sighed, "Qin Guang, go back. Don't come here again."
After saying that, I turned to leave, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone standing not far away.
It was Wang An.
He stood there in a daze, not knowing how much he had heard.
I paused for a moment and looked back at Qin Guang, "Did you fight with Wang An?"
Qin Guang bit his lip, "Yes."
A surge of anger rose in my chest, "Are you crazy! On what grounds did you hit him!"
Qin Guang quickly shook his head, "I got hurt too; we both fought each other. He didn't suffer!"
I became even angrier.
"He is my lifesaver. Even if he really hit you, I would only stand by him!"
Qin Guang's face turned pale.
I took a deep breath and shoved the umbrella into his hands,
"From now on, you hold your own umbrella. I have my own."
After saying that, I dashed into the rain.
Wang An came over to meet me; I looked him up and down with concern, "Does it hurt?"
Wang An shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
I snorted lightly, took the umbrella from his hand, and jumped onto his back.
Wang An carried me as he walked forward step by step.
The rain was pouring heavily; I held the umbrella and leaned against Wang An's back, looking back at Qin Guang.
He was completely soaked, standing in the rain, desperately calling my name.
I didn't turn back.
The day before the wedding, my illness finally healed. Zhao Ling also rushed back from outside. In the room, Wang An came in and asked if I felt unwell or if I was hungry. The moment Zhao Ling saw Wang An, her eyes lit up. I chuckled softly, "What’s wrong? Are you mesmerized?" Zhao Ling nodded repeatedly, "Wang An is just too handsome!" I smirked, "Are you talking about Wang An? It can't be Qin Ming, right?" Zhao Ling paused and then shot me a fierce glare, "Don't say nonsense!" I shrugged and turned my gaze to see Qin Ming coming from outside. Zhao Ling instantly panicked, "I'll go check the kitchen to see if there's anything to bring you." I suppressed my laughter, "Okay." As Zhao Ling walked out, she bumped into Qin Ming and accidentally stepped on his foot. He paused and looked up to see Zhao Ling's innocent face, "Sorry, I didn't mean to." After saying that, she turned and left. Qin Ming looked helpless but didn't say anything. I couldn't help but chuckle and shook my head slightly as I continued to search for Wang An's figure through the window. He was not far away, surrounded by a group of people. A few were persuading him to drink. At that moment, I spotted Qin Guang. After some time apart, he seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight, sitting alone in a corner without speaking, just drinking one cup after another. I turned my head to look at Wang An. Ignoring him as he talked to himself, he spoke bitterly with a sense of sorrow, "If I had treated you better back then, if I hadn’t been involved with others, if I had known I would fall in love with you and told you so, would it be me marrying you now? I'm telling you now that I love you; I only love you. Would you be willing to come with me?"
I didn't say anything, just felt it was utterly ridiculous. Not to mention that marrying the person I like today wouldn't lead me to do something that would embarrass myself and shame my family. Where in this world does the word "if" come from? Even if it exists, I should have opened my eyes back then and avoided getting involved with someone as disgusting as him. Perhaps Wang An noticed something was off and called a guest to have him leave.
The flickering candlelight cast shadows of the two of us leaning against each other on the wall. Wang An placed my hand in his palm, gently stroking my fingers, and murmured, "Holding your hand, growing old together." I chuckled softly, "I might not live to be eighty." Wang An glanced down at me and said, "That's okay. If you're not here, I'll come find you."
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