My Irritable Lover

She had traveled thousands of miles from NJ city to this place for a vacation, to completely relax, to give up on a past she should have abandoned long ago. But why was she now so excited just from hearing Cheng Zhiyi’s casual words, almost forgetting the purpose of her trip?

She had never believed in gods or ghosts, nor did she believe anyone could know the past or future. But when she heard Cheng Zhiyi say they had been apart for six years and never met…

At that moment, it was as if she heard a voice inside her saying, Ding Nuanyang, you’ve lost. Whenever it concerns that person, no matter how much time has passed, you’ll always be a loser.

Ding Nuanyang heavily collapsed onto the bed, helplessly cradling her head, her body sinking into the soft couch, sinking into memories of the past.

The hot pot that day was not enjoyable. Just as Ding Nuanyang was eagerly eating, Jiang Xudong sitting across from her suddenly spoke.

“Why did you suddenly get so angry just now?”

“Huh?” Ding Nuanyang’s hand stopped mid-licking her fingers, staring blankly at Jiang Xudong across from her.

Jiang Xudong wiped sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and explained, “Oh, I mean, you didn’t seem angry at first, even though you were kicked by the ball, but then you suddenly got mad at me.”

“What’s my style?” Ding Nuanyang focused on his words.

“I mean, you didn’t seem angry at first, but then… something was a bit strange.” Jiang Xudong laughed awkwardly.

Ding Nuanyang nodded, her expression stiffening.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Xudong asked, looking at her.

This was something she had never spoken about to anyone. But seeing Jiang Xudong sitting awkwardly at a street stall, Ding Nuanyang sighed softly and carefully wiped her fingers before pulling out a necklace from her jacket pocket.

“What’s this?” Jiang Xudong raised his voice.

“It’s a silver necklace. It’s been a long time, so it’s a bit discolored,” Ding Nuanyang said, smiling while looking at the necklace in her hand. “This is the most precious thing I have.”

“Oh, it’s a necklace,” Jiang Xudong nodded in understanding, then said something shocking, “It’s indeed valuable. A newly excavated cultural relic, right?

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