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Wei Jingxi followed his daily study schedule diligently, no longer spending his evenings racing cars or drinking with friends. He had transformed himself, dressing in a neat and simple manner, a stark contrast to his previously flamboyant style.
That night, Wei Jingxi was in high spirits. He had completed his study tasks for the upcoming week ahead of time and set aside some free time to create a pop-up book for Zheng Mengni, something he had stumbled upon while browsing a short video platform. In the video, a girlfriend secretly prepared an anniversary gift for her boyfriend; it was particularly beautiful and exquisitely crafted.
Wei Jingxi could still recall the boyfriend's surprised and touched tone—it was sweet and filled with happiness. This struck a chord within him. As he scrolled through the comments, one particularly popular reply caught his eye: "You're done for; he's going to love you for a lifetime." A lifetime. How he wished to be loved by Xiao Ni for a lifetime as well.
He had given Zheng Mengni many expensive gifts before, but he had never tried making something by hand like this. Wei Jingxi meticulously studied the comments section, his handsome face etched with confusion as he furrowed his brow in thought. Could it really be that amazing?
Acting on impulse, Wei Jingxi immediately ordered all the materials needed for the handmade book—everything was included, and he even paid extra for the fastest delivery service. On the day the materials arrived, he eagerly followed online tutorials to start crafting.
However, he realized he didn’t have enough photos; there were simply too few pictures of him and Zheng Mengni together. Unable to resist, he opened Zheng Mengni's account and began browsing through her photos. He looked at them repeatedly, unable to get enough.
Not long ago, she had gone to Bai Wu Ling, wearing a peach-pink ski suit as she glided gracefully down the vast slopes. Wei Jingxi felt a smile tugging at his lips as his heart raced. He saved all of Zheng Mengni's newly posted photos to his album but found himself clicking the edit button twice instead of saving them properly—this wasn’t a good sign.
Exiting Zheng Mengni's friend circle, Wei Jingxi scrolled through the screen with his finger. He didn’t know what he was searching for, but his instincts told him he needed to find something. He repeatedly refreshed the page.
Suddenly, a fresh update caught his eye. Before looking at the photo, Wei Jingxi first noticed the account nickname: Guan Su Lin.
He hesitated to look any longer. The photo was too striking; just one glance had etched it firmly into his mind. Wei Jingxi held his phone, carefully zooming in with two fingers like a cautious detective, leaving no detail overlooked.
In the group photo, Guan Su Lin had her hand resting on Zheng Mengni's shoulder, the two of them intimately close together, their smiles remarkably bright and happy. Wei Jingxi stared at the picture, feeling his blood run cold along with his fingers. His heart felt as if it were being pulled down by an invisible force, heavy and suffocating, making even breathing painful.
Since they were mutual friends, he could see Zheng Mengni's comment on the post. She had left a simple heart emoji—easy enough for even a fool to understand its meaning. The tablet on the table continued to loop a tutorial for handmade crafts, the melancholic tone fitting the mood perfectly.
In reality, the lyrics weren't sad; it was actually a sweet love song. But his mood was so terrible that everything felt unjust and made him want to cry. The sweeter the song, the more miserable he felt.
Wei Jingxi clenched his jaw tightly, a storm of jealousy and gloom swirling in his dark eyes. There was already someone better out there. Why did she still hold me? Why did she still kiss me? Why did she still sleep with me? Xiao Ni, didn’t we agree that you would wait for me to return from abroad before marrying you?
He pressed his hand hard against his chest, the sound of his sorrowful cries echoing painfully as large tears fell down, soaking into the craft book and blurring the pages into wilting blossoms. He didn't have time to calm himself; he cautiously pressed his sleeve against the wet paper, feeling a mix of regret and cherish that he didn’t even realize he had.
Wei Jingxi hastily wiped his face dry of tears and bit his lip as he opened Zheng Mengni's chat window, trembling hands trying to type.
But nothing seemed right; he kept accidentally hitting the wrong letters. Wei Jingxi's headache intensified; the more anxious he became, the slower he typed. He switched to voice input: "Xiao Ni, you and... and..."
And what? What should he ask?
What right does he have to ask? It was his own incompetence and cowardice that gave Guan Su Lin the opportunity to take advantage of him. What qualifications does he have to criticize Xiao Ni for changing her heart too quickly and not keeping her promises? If he had known better, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to check Guan Su Lin's updates. Ignorance would have been bliss.
Wei Jingxi forced himself to calm down, rubbing his reddened eyes vigorously, even catching a faint metallic scent of rust on his fingertips. He was filled with grievances, yet Wei Jingxi still found ways to excuse Zheng Mengni.
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