It turns out that when you fall in love with someone, you are always humble.
That's who I used to be.
The current Song Qingrong is also like that.
She could tell me, at the time when she should have been happiest, that she wanted to give me to Yan Yin and have me and Yan Yin take a set of wedding photos, all because she loved me.
Even though Yan Yin is no longer alive, I know very well that this is still a kind of harm to her.
Looking at her feigned stubbornness, I felt a pang of sympathy and said, "Qingrong, you don't need to be like this."
"I don't really know how I feel about Yan Yin."
"But whatever you feel, it doesn't matter anymore, do you understand?"
"Moreover, Yan Yin would not agree to do this."
"She and I are just friends, nothing more than friends!"
“But…” Song Qingrong wanted to say something, but I shook my head to interrupt her and then said seriously, “I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t want you to be like this.”
"You're just reminding me of my humble past."
“I know very well that this is too painful.”
"Loving someone shouldn't be like this, do you understand?"
At this point, I watched as Song Qingrong, who was biting her lip and remaining silent, slowly took her hand and then looked at the photographer beside her, "Please take her to change her clothes."
"Wedding dress".
"The most beautiful wedding dress!"
“Xu Ruo…” Song Qingrong looked at me, her eyes reddening.
I turned around and said with a smile, "I did have a lot of things I didn't understand before, and I apologize to you."
"But now, I understand."
"You don't need to say anything."
"This three lifetimes was promised to you, so there's no reason to break it up and give it to someone else, not even Yan Yin."
No one can hurt the word 'love'.
"Similarly, one should not be too greedy."
"Me too, I can't be too greedy!"
“But…” I looked at Song Qingrong with mixed feelings, “Qingrong, I really can’t give you a wedding, nor can I truly marry you.”
"I know." Song Qingrong's voice trembled slightly.
"Then consider it my marriage to you!" Song Qingrong wiped her eyes and looked at me.
"good!"
...
July 9th, sunny.
On this day, Song Qingrong and I finished taking our wedding photos, and we completed our journey through three lifetimes.
I don't know how to describe how I felt at that time.
Feeling lost and disappointed?
In short, it's hard to explain.
We left Xitang at noon. Song Qingrong and I parted ways; she went home, while I set off to make a final decision with Gu Nianci, as scheduled.
As I was leaving, Song Qingrong asked me: If Gu Nianci asked me to stay, would I agree?
I answered decisively that I wouldn't.
She smiled then.
Looking at her smile, I knew that she had already obtained what she had been longing for.
But I also know that we are destined to have regrets.
[Countdown: Less than a week.]
When I arrived at the courthouse, Gu Nianci was already there.
To my surprise, she was alone this time; Xu Yan was unusually absent. However, compared to before, I noticed that Gu Nianci seemed much more haggard.
The arrogance in her eyes, which had been so strong at the beginning when she was determined to divorce me, was replaced by something else entirely.
However, I didn't ask her.
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