After hearing this story, I was at a loss for words. I have never known a man who laughs so wildly while living so pitifully. I want to hold him, give him warmth and freedom, and tell him: Let’s love each other with one foot in heaven and one foot in hell. Even if we shatter, our bones will be together.
I grit my teeth, enduring the pain in my ankle, and stand up to walk outside.
I hear him say: “Darling, I miss you so much…”
Author’s note: Xinxin (blinking star-like eyes): Ye, will you be so fragile? Certain Ye (brushing off his epaulettes): People have fragile moments. Xinxin: You shouldn’t do **, you should be an actor. Your acting is too good. Certain Ye: Of course, how could my acting not be good? Darling: What are you talking about? Xinxin: It’s okay if you don’t understand, as long as the readers do. Does everyone understand?
Lies spread. I grit my teeth, screaming internally: No! He has a fiancée!
Out loud, I say something else. In that moment, I want to slap myself. How useless! Completely hopeless!
“I want to eat pork ribs and winter melon soup, with lots of pork ribs,” he says clearly.
“Got it.”
It must be karma from a previous life.
It’s summer, and the sun is exceptionally hot.
I ride my bicycle to the supermarket, sweating profusely as I load up on pork ribs, beef, and various vegetables. I bustle about in the steamy kitchen.
The pot simmers on low heat as I stare at the rising steam and bubbles.
I don’t know my place in Ye Zhengchen’s heart. Seeing the man I love suffer and then confess sincerely moves me deeply. How could I tell him I don’t want to be with him?
Yet, emotional acceptance doesn’t equate to rational acceptance—his fiancée exists between us.
Previously, I was in the dark, but now I feel shame. How should I face Yu Yin, Ye Zhengchen’s fiancée?
The more you fear confronting something, the more likely you are to encounter it.
At noon, I bring the hot soup into the hospital room and run into Yu Yin.
