I was persuaded by Yan Yin.
All along, what I've struggled with regarding Song Qingrong is simply not wanting her to be saddened by my death in the future. And because of this, I hurt her in a way that I thought was for her own good.
As Yan Yin said, I deprived Song Qingrong of her right to choose.
This is really unfair to her.
I think we really need to have a serious talk.
No matter what the final outcome is, Song Qingrong and I should at least have no regrets.
I didn't stay at the coffin shop any longer. Before leaving, Yan Yin told me again, "Xu Ruo, no matter what the final outcome is between you and that sister, you must be happy. Fate... it will always come to an end. No regrets are the best ending."
I told her not to worry about it and then I left.
To be honest, I'm not used to Yan Yin's emotional side at all. I still prefer the shy, blushing little girl. But I have to admit... I should listen to her when it comes to Song Qingrong.
Half an hour later, I arrived at Song Qingrong's place.
What saddened me was that there was a splash of white at her doorstep.
The white floral ball was stuck to the door, very conspicuous and eye-catching. It was the white of death, a mourning for life.
I hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door. To avoid Song Qingrong seeing me but not me, I hid to the side after knocking to prevent being seen through the peephole. But after waiting for a while, the door still didn't open.
I comforted myself that Song Qingrong probably hadn't returned yet, so I casually sat down on the ground to wait. At the same time, I tried calling and texting Song Qingrong, but unsurprisingly, either no one answered or the messages went unanswered.
Before I knew it, I suddenly saw a message that Song Qingrong had once sent me.
It's a photograph.
A photo of me and her.
In the photo, she is looking at me with a radiant smile.
Looking at this photo, many memories I had forgotten suddenly flooded my mind, memories of Song Qingrong.
Or perhaps it's not that I've forgotten.
In the past, my focus was on Gu Nianci, so I subconsciously kept all my memories of Song Qingrong deep in my mind.
At that time, Gu Nianci was the most important person.
At that time, no one mattered.
Looking at the photo, I sighed softly.
A year ago, also in the summer, I remember it was Song Qingrong's birthday.
That day, Song Qingrong suddenly asked me to have drinks with her. I initially refused because of Gu Nianci. I was determined to be a good husband, and even though Song Qingrong and I were already good friends at that time, I didn't want to have any close contact with her.
But that day, Gu Nianci didn't come home. I called her several times to ask her to come home for dinner, but in the end I got her almost indifferent reply: I have a business dinner tonight, you can eat by yourself.
I know perfectly well that the socializing was all fake.
She simply didn't want to go home and see me, but I didn't expose her. I just ended up agreeing to Song Qingrong's invitation when I was feeling depressed and upset.
We met at a pub and ordered some barbecue and beer.
I didn't know it was her birthday that day. We just drank and chatted at the bar, talking a lot. Now that I think about it, maybe Song Qingrong already had feelings for me back then, but I just didn't know it.
On that day, if I remember correctly, I also told her a lot about me and Gu Nianci.
She just listened, like a perfect listener, only pouring me another glass of wine when I needed it.
It wasn't until later, when we were about to leave, that the staff brought over a cake and the birthday song started playing. That's when I realized it was Song Qingrong's birthday.
She said she doesn't have many friends, and after much deliberation, she thought of asking me for help. If I hadn't spent her birthday with her, she probably would have just eaten something casually, maybe bought a small cake, and that would have been the end of her birthday.
She added that because I came to keep her company, she wanted to make a wish.
She didn't say what her wish was.
I calculated the time.
It seems like there's only a month left until her birthday this year.
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