“I know more than that…” Ye Zhengchen smiled and sipped his tea. “After you returned to the country, Yin Zhongtian was very good to you, but you were cold towards him, maintaining a pure friendship until three months ago when you suddenly accepted his proposal…”
He knew everything. Did this mean he had been secretly watching me? He took another sip of tea and looked into the distance. “I originally planned to return to the country in December, but after hearing this news, I applied to return early… Once all procedures were completed, I flew directly from Japan to Chengdu.”
I held the cup tightly, my mouth filled with the bitterness of tea.
“I saw you that day in the wedding dress shop. Had you just returned to the country?” “Yes, but unfortunately, I was too late.” “You hadn’t been in a relationship for three years. I thought you were waiting for me, like me, unable to let go of this feeling. When I saw you wearing a wedding dress, laughing so happily in his arms, I realized…” He smiled bitterly and shook his head. “I was too presumptuous.” Ye Zhengchen wasn’t presumptuous; he was confident in himself and in me. It was only I who lacked such belief, waiting until the end. My chest ached with spasms. I drank all the tea in my cup in one gulp, but it didn’t relieve the pain. He continued: “I don’t want to force you, nor do I want to destroy your happiness, but I’m not willing to give up so easily. With the woman I love in another man’s arms, what good are my power and wealth…” I tilted my head back; the stars in the sky were blurry. “I’m about to get married,” I whispered, unsure if I was saying it to him or to myself. He asked: “When you know the patient has an incurable disease, why do you still try to save them? Why don’t you give up until they take their last breath?” “I hope he can see the world one more time, say one more word.” “I feel the same…” Under the moonlight, he looked at me. “To see one more time, say one more word.”
