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He was the owner of a local bookstore in Yunnan, with an interesting name called “Wait for Me Bookstore.”
After he took me to the bookstore, I became free labor there.
Days passed peacefully and quietly.
However, I would occasionally ask him: “The weather is warm now, when are we going to jump in the river?”
But he always delayed:
“There’s no sun today, it won’t work.”
“I didn’t eat breakfast this morning, not enough energy to jump.”
“The color of my socks isn’t auspicious today, we might choke. Let’s not.
Until three months later, he said:
“It’s warm today, we can go now.”
Then, he took me to the bridge and confessed his feelings to me.
I turned to jump into the river.
Carter suddenly pulled me back, his eyes full of shock:
“Wait, I’ve been so obviously flirting with you every day, why do you still want to end your life?”
“Isn’t having a sweet romance with a handsome guy better than feeding yourself to the fish?”
Seeing that I didn’t speak and just kept trying to climb the railing panic finally
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Seeing that I didn’t speak and just kept trying to climb the railing, panic finally appeared on Carter’s face:
“Sophia, if you won’t listen to a handsome guy’s sweet words, fine. If you’re going to jump today, I’ll go with you. At least I’ll be keeping my
promise to you.”
He then quickly climbed over the railing and stood on the edge of the bridge.
I climbed over too, then stood there staring at him. Just as his chest was heaving violently, about to jump with all his might,
I suddenly spoke, catching him off guard:
“Even though you didn’t bring flowers for your confession, I’ll still graciously agree to be your girlfriend.”
“Happy now? Don’t jump, Carter.”
“Just do it for me.”
Carter looked at me in shock, his eyes wide.
But suddenly his eyes reddened, and he tightly grasped my hand.
Actually, that day I wasn’t planning to jump either. I just had a sudden whim to stand high up and see further.
But I ran into Carter, who had really come to jump.
That day, the look in his eyes was truly one of despair and lifelessness.
So I decided to go home with him. After all, saving a life is better than building a seven–story pagoda.
I don’t know what he had been through, but since he decided to confess to me, I became his reason to live. He probably wouldn’t want to die
anymore.
Life as a bookstore owner’s wife was ordinary – just arranging books, making drinks, and petting our broken little dog every day.
But one day, a haggard and weary–looking man suddenly appeared before me.
He begged for my forgiveness, said he knew he was wrong, and that he had avenged me by sending Lauren to prison.
He said I was his wife, that he would make it up to me and spend a lifetime atoning, but he couldn’t divorce me.
It was only then that I realized this man was my ex–husband, Nathan.
Actually, I had known early on that we probably wouldn’t have a good ending.
He was a wealthy tycoon, and I was the songbird he kept. This kind of setup was bound to end in tragedy.
But I just wanted to hit that wall once, even if it ended in spectacular ruin.
Although it wasn’t very long, it was unforgettable.
Keeping him, forgiving him, letting him go. I couldn’t do any of it.
It was like sitting by a lake, thinking it was the sea. I was breathing in the lake breeze, believing it was the ocean wind.
But a lake is always a lake, the sea is still the sea, you are you, and I am me.
If I had to say what meaning this time had, I’m not sure I could articulate it.
Perhaps those who loved me gave me strength, those who criticized me kept me clear–headed, and those who hurt me made me stronger.
Life is like that. Maybe many things have no meaning, or rather, all things have their inherent meaning.
If I had to say what meaning this time had, I’m not sure I could articulate it.
Perhaps those who loved me gave me strength, those who criticized me kept me clear–headed, and those who hurt me made me stronger.
Life is like that. Maybe many things have no meaning, or rather, all things have their inherent meaning.
I looked at him calmly and only said:
“Nathan, just sign the divorce papers. I don’t want to commit bigamy.”
Then I left, and he stood there stunned for a long, long time.
A month later, I received an anonymous package. It was the divorce certificate, with a note attached:
“I’m sorry.”
I could only sigh. If “sorry” was enough, what would we need the police for?
The day I got the divorce certificate, I dragged Carter to the civil affairs bureau and got our marriage license.
Actually, Carter had asked me why I didn’t want to get to know him better first.
Wouldn’t it seem too hasty to get married like this?
I was a bit confused:
Because I love you, so I want to marry you.”
“If one day I don’t love you anymore, then I’ll divorce you and find someone else.”
“Just live in the moment. Why worry and hesitate?”
“Besides, a bold life needs no explanation…”
