If I could remain calm when Gu Nianci first mentioned Song Qingrong in front of me.

This time, however, I'm finding it a bit difficult to do.

Although I feel quite unfamiliar with Gu Nianci right now, one thing I'm certain of is that she mentioned Song Qingrong twice in a row.

Then, something must have happened to Song Qingrong!

I thought for a moment and replied, "Why should I look for her?"

I don't want to show my emotions.

Gu Nianci replied very quickly.

"She's getting married."

She's getting married...

Upon seeing this sentence, my eyes narrowed slightly, and my grip on my phone tightened unconsciously.

As far as I know, Song Qingrong does not have a boyfriend.

In all the years we've known each other, I've asked her when she's going to find a boyfriend, and she always replies: What's the point of finding a boyfriend? I don't lack anything, would he just come and steal my blanket?

I was always left speechless by her retorts, so I stopped bringing it up after that.

In my understanding of her, and in her life, there was indeed no such thing.

Otherwise, that wouldn't have happened when I was having an emotional breakdown that day, and she wouldn't be the kind of person to do that.

But why is she getting married now?

Because of me?

At that moment, countless possibilities came to mind.

Because of my departure and my refusal, Song Qingrong made this decision to resolve our issues through marriage.

While I was still in a daze, Gu Nianci sent another message.

It's a wedding photo.

However, there was only one person in the photo.

It was none other than Song Qingrong, who was holding a portrait in her hands—a black and white portrait—of a man I had never seen before.

This photo made me think of an absurd possibility.

Sure enough, Gu Nianci's next words made me completely unable to sit still.

"She's going to marry a dead man."

"Where is she?" I couldn't hold back any longer and replied as quickly as possible.

I can accept Song Qingrong getting married.

As long as she is happy after marriage, I can wish her well. After all, we are not going to have a future together. Rather than being trapped in the quagmire of our relationship, we should each move on in our own way.

Unfortunately, Song Qingrong's marriage was destined to be unhappy.

Marrying a dead man...

This would undoubtedly ruin the rest of his life!

I waited a while, maybe less than ten seconds, but Gu Nianci didn't reply. So I dialed her number myself and, without waiting for her to speak, asked directly, "Tell me, where is she now!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Gu Nianci's voice came through: "We're not divorced yet, and you're already so concerned about another woman right in front of me?"

"Xu Ruo, what do you take me for?"

"Does it matter whether we get a divorce or not?" I said coldly. "I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense right now, and I don't want to argue with you. Since we've already decided to get a divorce, there's no point in saying anything more."

"If you told me about Song Qingrong just to get a chance to make sarcastic remarks, then you don't need to."

"I can find her just the same way!"

I hung up the phone, feeling worse than ever before.

I didn't linger in the hotel room any longer, not even bothering to put on my shoes, and contacted Song Qingrong as I ran.

However, what I didn't expect was...

The phone kept saying it couldn't be connected.

Other contact methods are also marked with red exclamation marks.

Song Qingrong blocked all connections between me and her.

I couldn't help but feel powerless. I understood why she did this. Perhaps she had already made this decision when I left the hotel without hesitation that day.