She hated that her heart still harbored hope, waking each morning wondering if Jiang Xiangyang would call. During work hours, she would check her email and MSN. Though years had passed, she never changed these contact methods, believing that if Jiang Xiangyang wanted to find her, it wouldn’t be too difficult.
But it seemed she was just being sentimental. Time passed unchanged, and all contact between them quietly ended on that day at the hotel. Even the most beautiful flowers bloom only for a moment.
November in the southern city was showing signs of autumn, with withered yellow leaves sketching out desolation. Everything had silently transformed.
Jing Xin’s figure appeared particularly lonely in the massive theater that could accommodate 500 people. A few months ago, the disaster film “2012” had been globally popular, with theaters full. Now, there were only eight or nine people scattered throughout the hall, either stunned by the plot or lost in their own world.
Jing Xin sat quietly. On the massive screen, unprecedented disasters consumed once prosperous cities. Watching California sink on the big screen, Jing Xin’s heart plummeted.
With the continuous improvement of computer animation technology, increasingly realistic disaster scenes create an immersive experience. Jing Xin often wondered: if the world reached its most desolate end, who would be by her side?
Her world, without Jiang Xiangyang, had lost its splendor. In the end, she was left alone and haggard.
Her long-dry eye sockets finally released a wave of tears. She buried her face in her hands, allowing herself to cry unreservedly.
In the afternoon, she received a call from Macau, making her heart race. San Bao informed her that Jiang Xiangyang was getting engaged tomorrow. At that moment, her heart seemed to stop, and pain took root and spread…
He had finally found the person to spend his life with, that childhood sweetheart he must have deeply loved.
Holding the phone, Jing Xin remained silent. After a long time, she softly said, “San Bao, please tell him I wish them happiness!”
She finished her work, went to the cinema, watched a thrilling yet incomprehensible movie, and then, accompanying the sinking of California, she cried heartily.
