"Teacher, someone is watching you outside."
A young, innocent voice came from below the podium.
Lu Anyu, who was sitting in the first row, stood up excitedly: "Mommy, it looks like Daddy, I saw him."
Lu Zhiwei put down the chalk, turned around and ran out of the classroom.
All I could see was a strong, muscular figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.
The man's face resembled Shen Jinmo's.
Since then, Lu Zhiwei has hired many detectives to inquire about Shen Jinmo's whereabouts.
Every one or two months, the detective would bring back a person who looked exactly like Shen Jinmo to Lu Zhiwei.
Every time, Lu Zhiwei would go to see him full of hope, dressed up in her best.
Until that person turned around.
Lu Zhiwei's hopes were dashed time and time again.
The face was Shen Jinmo's face, but it was fake, it had been painted on.
Enraged by being deceived time and again, Lu Zhiwei grabbed the imposters by the collar and demanded sternly, "Who authorized you to impersonate him?"
Those whose masks had been torn off lowered their heads and said apologetically, "Miss Lu, we were just paid to have our faces painted to look like Mr. Shen's regularly to see you."
"Who told you to do this?" Lu Zhiwei asked, her eyes red.
"It's me." Lin Jing, dressed in a black suit, appeared behind Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei looked at Shen Jinmo's once most trusted special assistant with a puzzled expression: "Why did you do this?"
"This is what Mr. Shen told me when he learned that he wouldn't live for more than two years. He said that after he passed away, every few months, he should spend money to find someone with a similar build to him to paint his likeness and come to see you. He said that as long as you can occasionally think of him, he will have no regrets in this life."
Lu Zhiwei's eyes welled up with tears as she listened to Lin Jing's words.
...
Shen Jiarui and Luo Wuyan's wedding was held at the Jinye Hotel, owned by the Shen Group.
Lu Anyu put on a little suit and became a flower girl at their wedding.
Lu Zhiwei sat in the guest section, witnessing the newlyweds walk down the aisle.
Watching them kiss passionately under the rain of petals, fulfilling their vows with a kiss.
Lu Zhiwei's eyes were filled with tears; she was genuinely happy for them.
Her life.
The biggest regret is that I wasted my heart on the wrong person when I was young and believed in love.
So much so that when she stands at the pinnacle of happiness and looks back down, she can't help but sigh at the past.
She and Shen Jinmo.
When she loved him most, he didn't love her.
When he loved her most, she no longer loved him.
They never fell in love at the same time.
Therefore, Shen Jiarui and Luo Wuyan are luckier than she and Shen Jinmo.
After the wedding.
Lu Zhiwei sat there blankly for a long time.
"Lu Zhiwei!" A familiar voice rang out from behind.
Following the sound, Lu Zhiwei quickly turned her head.
Shen Jinmo's handsome and aloof face appeared behind her.
Lu Zhiwei rubbed her temples and sighed, "Sigh, another imposter has appeared this month."
The ridiculous thing is...
She actually fell for it!
"Long time no see!" A clear, gentle voice rang out again.
Like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples!
With a smile on her face, Lu Zhiwei suddenly stood up from her chair and walked out of the hall.
Just then, a ray of warm sunshine shone down.
Lu Zhiwei slowly tilted her head back, stretched out her arms, and embraced the warmth in her arms.
From that time onward, the river of time flowed smoothly and joyfully!
— (End of text)
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