Love in Shackles

His silence was clear, yet Yu Yin persistently asked, “Don’t you think these methods are despicable?”

He looked up and laughed carelessly. “Don’t you get tired of seeing through everything?”

Tired, very tired.

The elevator numbers decreased as Yu Yin leaned wearily against the wall, her body and mind sinking with it.

Why? The man she loved was Ye Zhengchen – a man who would never submit.

She had exhausted her schemes, poured out her true feelings, and spent three years living closely with him, yet he remained unmoved.

Sometimes, she truly wondered if he was even a man!

The elevator doors opened, and Yu Yin walked into the night.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give up on him, but every time she considered it, a scene would flash before her eyes.

That morning after the rain, arms raised in the wind, golden-gloved hands opening in the air, the crimson flag rising, and sunlight piercing through the clouds, falling on him – determination, responsibility, persistence, courage, confidence, self-discipline, pride, and obedience all flashed in Ye Zhengchen’s handsome profile. In her impression, he was a typical playboy, dissolute and unrestrained, golden on the outside but rotten inside.

In that moment, she realized she didn’t truly know Ye Zhengchen. He was a man impossible to see through.

She had fallen for him, completely unraveled by that deep green.

She hesitated, “If I tell you about our relationship, he would…” but didn’t finish. “I already knew what kind of person he was and anticipated this day would come… I love him and don’t want to force him.”

Yu Yin’s response surprised me, and her desolate sorrow dissolved all my composure.

I wished she had scolded me, standing tall as a proper girlfriend to tell me to leave Ye Zhengchen. I didn’t want to see her proud self reveal her vulnerability. How deep must her love be to face her fiancé’s infidelity and still smile before her romantic rival?

Behind her smile, how many tears had she shed? She loved him far deeper than I ever could.

An intense sense of guilt overwhelmed me.

“What do you want me to do? Tell me.”

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