Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jing Wushuang entered the restroom and dabbed cold water on her face. The cell phone in her handbag rang suddenly and the familiar but long unheard ringtone made Jing Wushuang’s heart tremble. She listened in a daze. This ringtone—
Her gaze drifted, a little uncertain, and a little… aggrieved. She bit her lip. Still, she unzipped her handbag and looked at the name that caused her much distress. The sequence of numbers was so familiar to her that she could memorize it in reverse. She held her breath and tapped the answer button. Her soft, trembling hand raised the phone to her ear. “Hello…”
It was as if she exhausted all of her strength just to utter one word.
“Wushuang, it’s me.”
Hearing this voice from this number, these words… Jing Wushuang’s body swayed a little. She felt dizzy and she almost blacked out. She quickly reached out and held on to the sink countertop and barely supported herself.
It was as though the person at the other end knew that Jing Wushuang would not respond, thus it continued, “Mubai and I are back. There’s a family dinner this weekend. I hope you can attend. I’m telling you personally as I don’t want you to hear that we’re back from a third party. Wushuang, there’s no right or wrong in a relationship. There’re only to love or not to love, to cherish or not to cherish. I didn’t steal this man—he didn’t love you. He had always belonged to me. After two years of precipitation, have you understood this?”
She was still the same as when she was little, always acting righteous and forceful toward anyone who took something away from her.
Jing Wushuang clenched her fists, raised her face slightly, and gently closed her eyes. Her past that she thought had been sealed in the depths of her heart crumbled and came rushing back like the tide just because of this single phone call.
However, what truly caused her embankment to fail was the familiar and unchanged sound of a charming male voice in the background. Even separated by the phone, she could feel the kind of distant humility that she was familiar with, though mixed with a gentle lovingness that she knew not. “Babe,” he called out, “who are you talking to on the phone?”
Xia Ziwei said something but she could not make out what it was. She did not recall how she hung up.
She bit her lower lip and tugged tightly at her chest area of her blouse in an attempt to dispel this sudden suffocation. She slowly slid down and crumpled to the floor.
The coldness of the floor finally made her a little more clear-headed. It had been almost two years; how could she still collapse from just hearing their voice?
‘Jing Wushuang, what happened to the strength you built up over the years? The easiest thing for time to heal would be a broken heart. These were in the past. Why could you not let go?’
She did not know how long she sat on the stone-cold floor. As she prepared to adjust her breathing and suppress these earth-shattering emotions, she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind her. She instinctively raised her pale, pitiful little face and looked at the door.
For a moment, she stared startlingly at the person that greeted her eyes. It was a man; a man with very exquisite facial features. She was rarely smitten by a man’s looks. After encountering such an exquisite man like Tang Mubai, she thought she would never have her breath taken away like that ever again. It seemed that she was wrong.
What was more stunning about this man, other than his looks, the aura around him, and his straight body posture. His handsome face had an innocence to it that a normal person would not have. His deep eyes revealed a kind of calm wisdom. However, his gaze toward her seemed a little… displeased as his brows were scrunched a little tightly.