Love in Shackles

Before leaving, she said, “I don’t want to deceive you. He truly loves you. For you, he would do anything, even divorce. I have no other choice…”

I don’t remember how long passed as I walked out of the café. Dusk fell, and darkness enveloped me.

My phone rang. After searching my bag, I found it was Ye Zhengchen, saying he would take me to dinner. I didn’t respond. He took my silence as consent and said, “I’m waiting for you downstairs.”

At the medical school’s gate, a person stood under a ginkgo tree, even straighter than the tree itself. His gaze locked onto me, the night wind barely disturbing him.

Without looking closely, I already knew who it was. I approached him, and in the scattered starlight, his outline was blurry. A sharp pain in my heart compelled me to spread my arms and hug him, burying my face in his warm chest.

After a moment of surprise, he patted my back. “What’s wrong? Did the associate professor scold you again?”

Yu Yin was right; he was good at understanding people’s emotions. Such a man is irresistible to women.

I looked up in his arms and gently shook my head. He tentatively touched my lips, soft and numb. I pursed my lips, not avoiding him.

In the fragrance of ginkgo leaves, he held me in his arms, a light kiss on my forehead.

White moonlight fell on his smile, overflowing with anticipation.

I smiled, feeling it wasn’t enough. “On my way back, I kept asking: Where is the bottom line of my love for you…”

He didn’t understand but listened intently.

“You have a fiancée; I can forgive that and wait for you. You’ve slept with her; I can consider it a momentary impulse. Even if you loved her, I wouldn’t blame you. But there’s one thing I can never forgive.”

I spoke slowly: “You are a married man!”

His smile faded, whether from moonlight or his complexion.

I waited for him to tell me definitively that he and Yu Yin had no relationship.

This time, he was silent.

At the moment I hoped he would lie, he chose not to.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I gripped his hand tightly. “Tell me this isn’t true, tell me you haven’t gotten married.”

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