In her naive years, she met him and loved him unreservedly for many years, believing she would love him forever. Though they shared deep feelings, their fate remained shallow.
Two years ago, they had their last meeting at the ends of the earth. He never returned to A City, and she never went to Macau. Jing Xin accepted this, as her state of mind grew calmer. Their moment had long been crystallized in her heart, becoming eternal.
“Jing Xin, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. Those annoying old guys kept talking. Knowing you were waiting for me, I wanted to shut everyone up immediately,” the man arrived, dusty and carrying the crisp winter air.
Jing Xin looked up with a gentle smile. The tall man leaned down, placing a light kiss on her forehead and stroking her long hair with his large hand.
He was tall, slender, refined, and elegant, gazing intently at the woman’s beautiful face.
His narrow eyes flowed with a warm light, devoid of the sharp gaze typical of the business world, overflowing with tenderness.
Jing Xin blushed slightly, reaching across the table to cover his eyes. “Don’t you get tired of looking every day?” she asked coyly.
The man pulled her hand down, kissing the back of her hand and holding her palm tightly. “Jing Xin, I want to keep looking at you forever. I want to hold your hand and never let go,” he said, smiling gently.
“Ji Xuan, I will always be with you!” she replied, grasping his hand in return.
They exchanged smiles, a soft understanding floating in the air, accompanied by the faint notes of a cello.
At the end of June, Jiang Xiangyang married Jiang Xinyao at the Royal Hotel in Macau. He hosted a three-day banquet, inviting various guests. His business was thriving, and he had become a prominent figure in Macau.
When San Bao shared these rumors, Jing Xin just smiled softly, saying, “This has nothing to do with me anymore. I wish him happiness!”
On Jiang Xiangyang’s wedding night, she turned off her phone and sat quietly by the sea.
The nighttime sea was deep and distant, with the sound of waves hitting the shore – splash, splash.
She sat there, not a single tear falling. This didn’t mean she wasn’t heartbroken.
