Xi Wanrong slumped on the ground, her pale face reflected on the shattered phone screen.
She knew she was finished.
——Not because of Ye Fanshuang’s anger, but because of her calmness.
——So calm, as if... everything had been decided long ago.
Xi Wanrong watched Ye Fanshuang's departing back, until the slender figure completely disappeared in the crowd of people in the mall, she finally found her breath.
She lowered her head and looked at the broken phone on the ground.
The screen was completely blurred, and spider-web-like cracks cut Ye Qingliu's face into countless pieces. Chao Youye's photo was also distorted into blurred light and shadow.
She reached out to pick it up, and as her fingertips touched the screen, a drop of blood seeped out from the edge of the cracked glass - she didn't even realize when she cut her finger.
Drops of blood slid down the screen and dripped onto Ye Qingliu's photo, as if staining his pale skin with a bright color.
Xi Wanrong stared at the drop of blood and suddenly smiled.
"Oh……"
The laughter was very light, but it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the throat, with a kind of morbid joy.
She slowly stood up and held the broken phone in her palm. The glass shards pierced her skin, but she seemed not to feel any pain and kept holding it tighter and tighter.
——Ye Fanshuang discovered it.
——So what?
She lowered her head and looked at the shattered screen in her palm. Ye Qingliu's face was divided by the cracks, but it was still clear.
"You can't escape..."
She whispered softly, her fingertips stroking the cracks as if she were touching some precious work of art.
——You can take more photos.
——The mobile phone can be repaired.
——And Ye Qingliu...will always be hers.
She turned around and walked towards the repair shop in the mall, her back straight and her steps graceful, as if the embarrassment just now had never happened.
——She won’t give up.
——Never.
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