Nan Xian, dyed hair?
He didn't reply, but instead opened Weibo and saw that the top trending topic was his ex-wife's name, whom he had just divorced.
In the photo, Nan Xian is tall and elegant, looking nearly 1.8 meters tall in her high heels. With her waist-length red hair, she stands out in the crowd.
She applied only a light touch of makeup, took off her sunglasses, and greeted passersby who recognized her. At that moment, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, causing her smooth, red hair, which was draped behind her, to spread out and glow around her. She smiled, lowered her eyes, and brushed aside a strand of hair that was covering her cheek.
This breathtaking scene was captured by the camera.
These photos have been reposted by countless marketing accounts, with the most popular one even receiving over 100,000 likes, and people constantly commenting and sharing it.
He Mingxiao's gaze lingered on the photo of her smiling at passersby, zooming in with two fingers.
The last time I saw her with such a genuine and sincere smile was at her wedding six months ago.
Even after his wedding night, his curse was not lifted; he was trapped inside the cat's body for three whole days.
He was furious and filled with regret. He was furious that he had listened to the slander of the wandering Taoist priest and hastily married, and he regretted even more that he had dragged such a wonderful person as Nan Xian into his bizarre life.
He is a cursed and ominous person who cannot be close to Nan Xian, let alone have a child.
Knowing she was allergic to cats, I didn't even dare tell her the real reason, for fear that she would despise me because of it.
He Mingxiao was reluctant to let go and didn't want her to hate him, so after thinking it over, he could only use the agreement as a shield and hide his love in his heart.
But the stolen happiness was fleeting, and the six months of bliss completely collapsed the moment the divorce papers were signed.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his heart, yet he stubbornly refused to look away from her smiling face, his knuckles white as he gripped his phone.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Assistant Jiang's voice came through the door: "President He, the representatives from Haichuan Group have arrived. The formal meeting will begin in ten minutes."
He Mingxiao composed himself, pressed the screen-off button, and gave a curt reply.
While numbing his nerves with work was a good method, when he returned home after get off work and stood in the house where they had lived together for half a year, the lingering scent of her in the air seeped into his skin like poison, and longing and sorrow surged like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming him.
“Sir…” Chen Ma stood at the kitchen door, looking worriedly at He Mingxiao, who was standing in the living room looking dejected and lost, and called out softly.
He Mingxiao snapped out of his daze, quickly regained his composure, gave a soft "hmm," and sat down at the dining table.
Chen's mother set out dinner for him and was about to return to the kitchen when she suddenly stopped and took out a pink pearl earring from her apron pocket, placing it on the table.
"I found this under the bed in the guest room while cleaning today. It must have been left by my wife the other day." She paused, then added quietly, "She loves wearing these earrings the most. If she finds one is missing, she will definitely be very upset."
He Mingxiao was taken aback, a thought crossed his mind, and he reached out and put it into his pocket.
That night, he tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning, checking the time on his phone several times.
Finally, at three o'clock, he was so nervous that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He opened his photo album: stills from the show, behind-the-scenes photos, red carpet pictures, candid shots, and heavily edited photos from fan sites...
All of the more than 10,000 photos were of Nan Xian alone, and the latest few were photos of her with red hair taken today.
He slowly flipped forward, and as if thinking of something, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his ears began to burn.
As long as I'm thinking about her... that's enough, right?
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