That face...
That person...
She clearly didn't know him, so why did she have a feeling of familiarity?
She hadn't had a headache in a long time, but her head was throbbing slightly. As she watched the man walk away, she didn't know why, but as if bewitched, her legs were completely out of her control, and she couldn't help but follow the man.
She had a dream, a dream she'd had repeatedly over the years, in which there was always the shadow of a man.
She didn't know his name, nor what he looked like, but for some reason, she just felt he was a handsome person, and very gentle. At least, very gentle to her.
Every time she woke up, the man's image would still linger in her mind. She had been searching for many years, but she could never find the man who could merge with her in her dreams.
Until she saw the man in front of her, she was surprised to find that the figure that had appeared in her dreams for over a decade seemed to have a face...
The woman looked very beautiful today. Her hair was styled in cute little curls, and she wore light makeup. It wasn't overly formal, but she looked very clean and refined.
She wore a diamond necklace around her neck and matching diamond earrings.
Today she wore a white dress studded with small diamonds and a pair of beautiful crystal high heels, looking just like a princess on the run.
The woman, holding her skirt, followed the man as if possessed. She knew it was very abrupt, but she just couldn't stop walking.
until--
The man suddenly stopped, turned his head, and his cold eyes fell on her.
The woman froze on the spot, struck by his gaze.
Her heart was still pounding. She noticed that the man's gaze had slowly shifted from indifference to shock, and she didn't know why he was acting this way.
But she knew that if she missed this opportunity, she might never see this man again.
So, she mustered her courage and spoke.
"Hello, my name is Luo Ling, and yours is Luo Ling."
"..." Looking at the woman who was only a few meters away from him, staring at the face that he both hated and loved, and those exceptionally beautiful eyes, Li Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Even though he was inside the venue, for some reason, he felt a gust of wind blow past his ear, instantly transporting him back to the time more than twenty years ago when he first met Xi Luo.
That was the first time he saw her; she walked away, and he chased after her.
Finally, he mustered his courage and said, "Hello, my name is Li Yuan..."
Just like he once wrote a note on the back of a photo of him and Shiloh—
Van Gogh once said something that sounds like poetry.
Everyone has a fire burning inside, but passersby only see the smoke.
But there will always be someone, there will always be just one person who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.
I saw his fire in the crowd, and then I walked over quickly, afraid that if I was a little slower, he would be swallowed up by the dust of time.
I walked breathlessly, carrying with me my passion, my indifference, my rage, my gentleness, and my unconditional belief in love.
I stammered and asked him: What's your name?
It all started with your name; from then on, everything else came into being.
More than 20 years ago, he said his name was Li Yuan, and then he had everything.
More than twenty years later, she said her name was Luo Ling...
………………
China.
Gu Yibei swore that these were the happiest days of his life. His young father-in-law was gone, and no one was competing with him for his wife. He felt wonderful and could even eat half a bowl more rice at meals.
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