"Are there really such coincidences in this world?"

"It seems we've both forgotten about the person named Xu Ruo, but his presence still lingers in our lives."

"Just like these spare ribs."

Looking at the braised pork ribs, Song Qingrong said, "Mom, we brought some with us when we paid our respects to Xu Ruo."

"But we actually eat braised pork ribs very rarely."

"And now you've done it again."

"Mom, don't you think..."

"Have we really forgotten something?"

Song's mother paused for a while, holding the braised pork ribs between her fingers, before smiling and saying, "Don't think about it so much."

"Let's eat first."

"I have no appetite." Song Qingrong got up and went back to her room.

From the very beginning, from Gu Nianci's arrival until now, I've been watching from the sidelines. I can't participate, nor can I give them the answers. I can only stand helplessly by and watch it all unfold.

"You're fucking insane!"

When Song Qingrong returned to her room and I was forced to follow, I couldn't help but curse again.

Is tormenting people's emotions really that fun?

"If you have the ability to erase my memories and traces, can't you just disappear along with them?"

However, I did not receive a response until I followed Song Qingrong back to the room.

He's still playing dead.

I had no choice but to accept my fate. Seeing Song Qingrong already sitting at her desk, I followed her.

This time, Song Qingrong didn't write in her diary. Instead, she turned to the last page she had ever read.

After lingering for a while on the most prominent sentence, "I have fallen in love with Xu Ruo," I finally turned to the next page.

But the content at the beginning of this page made me pause again.

I'm a little jealous of Gu Nianci.

As I continued reading, I became increasingly astonished.

I always thought I wouldn't be like other women, jealous of one woman because of another, until I met Xu Ruo.

I don't understand. Xu Ruo's wife clearly doesn't love him, and even has feelings for another man, yet he is still hopelessly in love with her, and even ignores everything else because of love.

Just the day before, his wife had ignored him and wouldn't even spend their wedding anniversary with him, but today I saw him carefully preparing a gift.

At that moment, I was so envious, and so jealous...

Gift?

It took me a while to remember.

It seems that such a thing did happen.

521 last year.

That is, the day after Song Qingrong and I had a hangover.

After parting ways with Song Qingrong that day, I rushed home immediately and, as usual, began preparing a gift—a gift I had been preparing for six years.

I started preparing almost immediately after I was taken back to the Xu family and met Gu Nianci.

That was all my love for Gu Nianci.

It is a bouquet of flowers.

A bouquet of flowers made of origami cranes.

I remember when I rushed home, Song Qingrong asked me with an unhappy look, "Are you in such a hurry to give warmth to someone who doesn't love you?"

At that time, I foolishly replied, "You wouldn't understand."

Looking back now, I realize that I was the one who didn't understand.

I turned my gaze away from the diary and looked at Song Qingrong. Only then did I notice that tears were streaming down Song Qingrong's face, and at the same time, she was drawing on that page of the diary with a pen.

Until...

She drew a paper crane.

When I saw the origami cranes, I was stunned for a while. Just then, as I was trying to wipe away her tears, Song Qingrong picked up her phone and dialed Gu Nianci's number.

As soon as the call connected, Gu Nianci spoke first: "Miss Song, do you want to back out?"

"I said I would keep my promise to you."

"I won't go back on my word." Song Qingrong took a light breath before continuing, "Do you have a bouquet of flowers at home?"