When she arrived at her grandmother's grave, she paused for a moment, taken aback.
Then she wiped away a tear.
Carefully, she brushed away the weeds from the grave without making a sound.
Her eyes were only reddened.
As she was leaving, her foot slipped, and she fell to the ground.
She looked at me with a bitter smile and said, "Jing Fang, your mother knows that you resent me and your father."
"What we did back then was wrong; your father and I owe you an apology."
She crawled on the ground, pleading for my forgiveness: "Please forgive us."
"Mom, let's leave the past behind."
I reached out to help her up: "Come on, it's windy here."
The wind rustled the leaves, as if whispering tales of the past.
My mom stood there in a daze, her eyes reddening again.
My grandmother passed away when I was four years old.
Before she died, she held my hand and said to me, "Jing Fang, remember that you are a good child."
I cried uncontrollably: "Grandma, please don't leave me."
My grandmother weakly lifted her hand to wipe my tears: "Jing Fang, don't cry. Live well."
"Remember that you are a good child."
This phrase has been etched in my heart.
Whenever someone calls me ugly, I think of this phrase.
"I am a good child!"
Whenever someone bullies me, I also recall this phrase.
"I am a good child!"
With this mantra, I have made it to today.
My grandmother's love for me is like a lighthouse.
It illuminates the path ahead.
She loves me dearly.
She worries about my rough hands, dry skin, and malnutrition.
On rainy days, she walks a long, long way to sell mountain goods just to buy me a beautiful little dress.
She ventures into the deep mountains to gather herbs, solely to help remove the birthmark on my face.
She says, "My Jing Fang is a great beauty!"
She also says, "My Jing Fang is very fortunate!"
Because of her, I have understood gratitude and the importance of giving back since childhood.
Because of her, I have known what love is since childhood.
Because of her, I have been able to navigate life smoothly up to now.
Ever since the birthmark on my face was removed, it feels like I’ve been on a winning streak.
I always score full marks on exams.
Work has also been going smoothly.
Until I was chosen to participate in a talent show.
I suddenly became a rising star!
Only love has not gone well.
Wang Zhan always seems to favor Man Wenyu a bit more.
Wang Zhan stands at the apartment door in a black shirt.
He leans against the streetlamp, smoking.
When he sees me return, he extinguishes his cigarette. “Man Jingfang, why are you avoiding me?”
“I’ve been really busy lately and can’t get away.”
Wang Zhan gazes deeply at me. “I’m really worried about you.”
In my past life, it was this gentle gaze of his that made me fall for him.
Unfortunately, in the end, he caused me unimaginable suffering!
I lowered my head, unable to meet his gaze.
Wang Zhan sighed, "Man Jingfang, I know you hate me and resent me."
"But I still want to tell you—"
He pulled out a piece of paper and pressed it into my hand. "This is my address and phone number."
"If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime."
With that, he turned and walked away.
I stared at his retreating figure, momentarily caught up in a rush of emotions, and called out to him, "Wang Zhan, don't leave tonight!"
He turned back to look at me. "What did you say?"
I met his gaze. "Don't leave tonight!"
Wang Zhan quickly walked back to me. "Are you sure?"
My silence was an unspoken agreement.
In an instant, he scooped me up in his arms.
I knew I was playing with fire.
But I couldn't help but lose myself in his tenderness.
Man Wenyu began to appear frequently on the set.
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