Hai Jun didn’t think Xia Bing was wrong. The premise of marriage is love, and love after marriage is not just about emotions, but also about ordinary daily life and mutual support. No matter how passionate the love was before, it ultimately always returns to the ordinary.
Hai Jun hung up the phone, which seemed to be from his studio.
“Something’s come up there, you should go quickly,” Xia Bing smiled and politely refused Hai Jun’s kindness.
Hai Jun gave an apologetic smile and left under Xia Bing’s urging.
Xia Bing also slowly stood up, walking leisurely down the street, through the tree shadows. She looked up, and sunlight filtered through the overlapping branches, with bright white light in her vision.
Xia Bing thought that love was like that white light – brilliant, but when it retreats, only the empty, intersecting branches remain. At night, those intersecting gaps can’t be seen… Love, so brief and beautiful, making one happy as if flying to the sky, and so painful as if falling into a bottomless abyss…
Because of this, she continued her pure single life. No need to be sad for anyone, no need to be troubled for anyone.
Days passed like water, gradually rolling forward. The only thing to be thankful for was that Xia Hou Zun, this uninvited god, had finally left her nest.
At first, Xia Bing was a bit unaccustomed to being without someone, unable to help sighing about her masochistic tendencies. Her days were as calm as usual, with the only disturbance being the editor’s urging for the manuscript.
The urging would have been fine, but the editor repeated the old refrain, asking her to complete the second volume of ‘Twelve’.
These days, she had been pondering starting the draft, but could only write a few words, was dissatisfied with the layout, and would delete and start over. After going back and forth several times, she was getting frustrated herself.
Might as well be lazy, not wanting to think about anything, not wanting to do anything.
She lay languidly on the lounger, enjoying the sunbath.
“Bing’er.”
A voice sounded near her ear, and she drowsily felt like a fly was buzzing around, waving her hand in annoyance.
Neighbor Feud 2
