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Reluctantly bidding farewell to fluff, I was about to leave the pet nursery. A girl was about to see me off when her phone suddenly rang. The ringtone sounded like the lead singer Chen Cheng's "Peach Blossom Chant." Before I could hear more, the girl gestured an apology and walked away to answer the call. It was indeed Chen Cheng's song. I had recently listened to all of Chen Cheng's songs and even watched all of his materials to handle the public opinion about him. It was said that this song, "Peach Blossom Chant," was written for a certain moonlight girl. When this was revealed, fans not only didn't envy their idol having a girlfriend, but instead claimed, "My brother is so loyal, I love him even more." This solidified Chen Cheng's image as a "deeply affectionate male lead" in the entertainment industry. Now that I think about it, isn't this song by Chen Cheng the best way to raise fish? Let each girlfriend equally feel his love, and each girlfriend thinks this song was written specifically for her. Ah, it's really pitiful for these unsuspecting girls, and also for the fans who have liked Chen Cheng all along.
"Mr. Xiao, I will not agree to your plan. I am not that kind of person. I just want justice." I don't know what the other person said to the girl, but the girl, who has always been polite and gentle, suddenly became hysterical.
"I don't want money. I just want... an apology from you." She held the phone in one hand and tightly covered her mouth with the other, her emotions on the verge of losing control. Her frail back twitched repeatedly, tears silently streaming down her face, making her look even more pitiful.
I was at a loss, wanting to step forward to comfort her, but not knowing how to approach a stranger. My hands lifted a few times, then quietly fell back down.
"Don't look for my brother anymore..." The girl wanted to say more, but the other person lost patience and hung up the phone early. The girl called a few times, but there was no response. She could only helplessly lower the hand holding the phone, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, emitting a soft sobbing sound.
After some time, she realized that I was still there, quickly wiped her eyes with her hand, and forced a smile, saying, "Sorry, I made a fool of myself." Tears still in her eyes, she forced a smile, with dimples faintly visible.
I waved my hand and pulled out a pack of tissues from my bag, handing it to her. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted my kindness. After composing herself, she walked me out of the shop, returning to her gentle and charming appearance, except that her beautiful eyes were slightly swollen, adding a touch of pitifulness.
Although my own life is a mess, I still feel a strange sense of closeness and compassion for the frail girl in front of me, even though I don't even know her name. "It's okay, I really want to cry now too. Let's have a crying party together, and cry our hearts out," I said, making a crying gesture and pulling a funny face in front of the girl. The girl was clearly amused by me, and her lips couldn't help but curve upwards, with a glint of tears in her eyes, making her look like a bright spring flower. She raised the pack of tissues in her hand and said, "I'll give this to you next time we meet."
"I'm a stingy person. Next time we meet, I'll bring two packs," I shouted from a distance.
"Okay!" The girl waved vigorously at me, her tone filled with joyful laughter.
On the way back, I worried about whether I would suddenly encounter Lin Haoming when I got home, and I was also anxious about what to do next. The city's night scene flashed by, mirroring my uncertain life.
I suddenly felt a huge sense of loneliness. In this vast city, I am alone and helpless, like a lost soul. Perhaps, everyone is like me and this girl, struggling to deal with the mess of life, while still putting on a brave face and carrying out their duties as usual. After taking off the mask of strength, we are ultimately just ordinary people, lost and searching for our place in the bustling city.
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