Let go
"Huanhuan, I'm in love again!"
As dawn broke, Xu Han called Song Huan to tell her the big news.
Song Huan was also surprised when she heard this: "Really?"
She had heard before that Xu Han had a boyfriend in college, but they broke up before they even lasted two years.
Back then, Xu Han went to a bar and drank all night, telling herself:
"Huanhuan, it's so hard to like someone."
When Song Huan heard this, she chuckled for a moment, then made a self-deprecating joke.
Yes, it's really, really hard to like someone.
Later, Xu Han let go of her resentment, and that was the end of it all. Now that she's in a relationship again, it means she's found herself again.
"Of course it's true, that man is super handsome, I'll send you a picture."
With a "ding," Song Huan clicked on the picture and found that the man was quite handsome.
Song Huan smiled: "I wish you and him a speedy marriage."
"Huanhuan, why don't you try dating someone first? Maybe he'll be even more handsome than me," Xu Han said with a grin.
Song Huan thought of what happened yesterday: "Yesterday my mom asked me to meet Jiang Rangshi and said that if I like him, we can start a relationship."
"Jiang Rangshi!" Xu Han's voice suddenly rose, startling Song Huan, who asked, "What's wrong?"
"Her family is extremely wealthy. I heard they have companies both domestically and internationally. And he's handsome. I think he was studying for his postgraduate entrance exam a couple of years ago. And now you're dating him?"
Song Huan was a little stunned; Jiang Rangshi didn't seem to have told her any of this.
"It hasn't come to that point yet."
"Huanhuan, listen to me, be with him first. He's really better than Lin Xing—"
As if realizing something, Xu Han shut her mouth.
Lin Xing is absolutely not someone Song Huan can mention.
"It's nothing," Song Huan said with a hoarse laugh.
She is slowly forgetting, giving up what doesn't belong to her.
She is already trying to let go of the boy.
But whenever someone mentions the boy, her eyes still light up, curious about him and wanting to know everything about him.
It seems that no matter how much time passes, she can never forget the boy.
Just like humans trapped in darkness, they can never forget the day when light tore through the cracks and saved them.
But one day, the light will abandon you again, and you will return to the treacherous hell.
In your moment of despair, a ray of light suddenly shines down, soothing your scars.
You slowly raise your head once again, gazing at that light, just as dazzling and unattainable as it was back then.
You have rediscovered your faith, and your eyes are no longer dim.
Song Huan hesitated for a long time before she made a phone call to Jiang Rangshi.
The call connected. "Hello, Ah Huan."
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
"Jiang Rangshi".
"Um?"
Let's be together.
Perhaps, another ray of light will be warmer than the one from back then.
——
After the two got together, Jiang Rangshi immediately took gifts to visit Song Huan's parents.
"Ashi, please sit down. I'll get you a glass of water. Qiuqiu, go and chat with Ashi."
Song Huan could tell that his mother liked this son-in-law very much.
Certainly, Jiang Rangshi is rich, talented, and handsome; he is, in a sense, the ideal type for many girls.
But wasn't Lin Xing the same way who attracted so many girls back then?
Jiang Rangshi is just another Lin Xing, and she is another Jiang Rou.
And wasn't one of those girls who had a crush on Song Huan back then?
It's just a matter of changing the main characters again and again, making people laugh at the same time.
The ending was the same.
"Auntie, is Qiuqiu Ah Huan's nickname?" Jiang Rangshi asked curiously.
Song's mother placed the water on the table and sat down: "Yes, I've been calling you that since you were one year old. You've grown up so much in the blink of an eye."
"However, this nickname is usually used by family members. The last time an outsider called her by her nickname was ten years ago, by a boy."
"Her name is Lin Xing."
"Thump—"
A glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"You child, concentrate on drinking water." Song's mother wiped the water off Song Huan's body with a paper towel.
"I'll go get the broom," Song Huan said hoarsely.
“I’ll do it,” Jiang Rangshi said, standing up.
"No need," Song Huan refused.
Song Huan picked up a broom and began to clean up. Even though she was trying to control her emotions, her mother's words still resonated in her heart.
"It was on Qiuqiu's 19th birthday. The boy arrived earlier than the others. We happened to run into him when we went to buy groceries.
"After he learned that we were Qiuqiu's parents, he praised Qiuqiu for being very good to her classmates at school. He kept praising her, which made us all laugh. He even offered to carry some meat for us."
He also said that Qiuqiu was the kindest and best girl he had ever met.
"Mom, I'm done sweeping. I'm going back to my room now." Song Huan put down the broom and went straight back to her room.
Song's mother sighed and went to the kitchen.
"Senior Lin, am I still no match for you?" Jiang Rangshi murmured.
Inside the room, Song Huan squatted in front of the door, crying.
Such a good boy, how could he only be with you?
He deserves to be loved by more people.
Am I kind? Am I the best? But do you deserve such praise?
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