Xiao Lü thought to herself, "This woman's ability to lie has reached a level of perfection."
After they dispersed, the door upstairs opened from the inside, and Bai Yunqing appeared in the doorway, her right cheek and forehead swollen high. The swelling on her right cheek spread to her mouth, making her lips swollen halfway, which looked quite comical.
She had been stung by bees on her arms, thighs, and back, but it wasn't noticeable because she was wearing long sleeves and pants.
Bai Yunqing is very upset about this. She can't understand how bees could have flown in while she was sleeping soundly last night. And it wasn't just one or two, but dozens! She even suspects that someone threw a beehive into her house.
"It's so itchy. I've already had an anti-inflammatory injection, but my feet are still so itchy. I haven't been stung." She sat down on a wooden chair against the wall, crossed her legs, and scratched her feet vigorously with both hands.
The more you scratch, the itchier it gets; the more you scratch, the more irritable you become.
"Ugh! This is so annoying!" Bai Yunqing grabbed her hair in frustration.
Her beautiful black hair was now a mess, and she looked like a madwoman.
She rushed to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out the cigarettes and lighter hidden inside.
With a "pop," a flame was reflected in her eyes.
Bai Yunqing sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed. Nicotine gradually calmed her agitated emotions.
After a long while, she exhaled the last puff of smoke and forced a smile.
"It's alright, everything will pass. What belongs to me, no one can take away, and I won't let anyone who offends me get away with it."
Bai Yunqing swept up the cigarette ash on the ground, took out the camera hidden by the bedside, and continued to monitor the building across the street.
Forty minutes passed in a flash.
Bai Yunqing rubbed his numb buttocks and frowned: "Could it be that the person had already left while I was smoking?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door she had been waiting for opened.
"Great! He didn't go out! We've finally waited for him!" Her face lit up with joy, but when she saw the man who came out, her joy turned to surprise.
"It's him." The man Luo Shimiao stared at that day while practicing the Eight-Section Brocade.
She saw Luo Ruilin close the door, quickly stood up, hid behind the door, and pointed her camera at him through the crack in the door.
"Click, click..."
As she took photos, she said, "They've already hooked up in such a short time, how shameless. Once she gets a photo of Luo Shimiao going in, she won't be able to deny it."
"No, I'm going to broadcast their sordid affair live to the entire nation. That way, Luo Shimiao will understand the humiliation I suffered!"
"Yes! We must broadcast it live, so the whole world knows she's a slut, so her lover will abandon her, and she'll be looked down upon by her relatives and friends." The smile on his face grew increasingly sinister.
Suddenly she shrank to the side and hid behind the door, too afraid to move.
"Such keen insight." Just now, the man was about to go downstairs when he suddenly turned around and looked in her direction.
After waiting for a while, Bai Yunqing peered down from behind the door, peeking out with her left eye. There were no men in sight, either upstairs or downstairs.
She closed the door, went back to bed, and lay down to examine the photos she had taken, a look of satisfaction in her eyes.
......
12 noon.
Just as Luo Shimiao changed out of his meditation robes and was about to go to bed for a nap, Hao Yun's voice came from outside the balcony.
"Miaomiao, come and see!"
She turned and walked towards the balcony: "What's wrong?"
Hao Yun pointed to the century-old peach tree downstairs: "Someone is proposing marriage."
Under the peach tree, a man wearing a blue knitted hat knelt on the ground, holding a ring box in his hand, looking tenderly at the woman sitting in a wheelchair in front of him.
The woman's face was as pale as paper, and she wore a pink knitted hat matching the man's. Tears welled in her eyes as she faced his marriage proposal.
"Ah Sheng, I might abandon you in the next second. Are you really sure about this?"
The man's eyes were firm, and he said without the slightest hesitation, "Marrying you is something I've thought about for three years, and it's my biggest wish in this life."
"Wen Ting, will you marry me?"
The woman, addressed as Wen Ting, choked back tears, covering her mouth as large tears streamed down her face.
"I...cough cough cough..." A series of violent coughs came from her throat.
The man quickly stood up, took a handkerchief from his left pocket, and handed it to her.
"Cough cough cough..."
The woman coughed so hard she couldn't straighten up, which made Luo Shimiao and Hao Yun feel a pang of sadness.
Looking at the scene before him, Hao Yun said, "Love is a truly wondrous thing; it can give life, and it can also take it away."
"She was unfortunate, but also lucky. Unfortunate because she was seriously ill, but lucky because she met a good man who never abandoned her."
"Please pray to Guanyin Bodhisattva to help her overcome this difficult time."
Luo Shimiao pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm afraid it's difficult."
"Why?" Hao Yun looked at her profile, puzzled.
“Look.”
As Hao Yun looked over, he saw the woman lower her handkerchief. The pristine white handkerchief was stained with a large patch of bright red, a stark contrast that was particularly jarring.
"This..." Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say at this moment.
The man deftly folded the blood-stained handkerchief and used a clean spot to wipe the blood from the woman's lips.
She wiped away tears as she did so, the scalding tears falling onto the woman's palm.
The woman forced a weak smile and raised her hand to wipe away her boyfriend's tears.
"Ah Sheng, don't cry. Do you still want to hear my answer?"
"Yes." The man nodded vigorously, trying to stop his tears.
The woman held his hands and said emotionally, "I do. I'm willing to be your devoted girlfriend, and even more willing to be your wife."
“I want to…” she choked up, “I want to grow old with you, but I’ve lost all my hair.”
“Who says you have to have hair to grow old together?” He pulled off his hat and said with a smile, “We’ll grow old bald.”
A bald head glistened in the sunlight.
"Pfft~" She was amused by her boyfriend.
The man put the blood-stained handkerchief he was clutching into his pocket, reopened the red ring box, took out the ring, and knelt down to put it on his girlfriend's finger.
"I've got you trapped; you can't escape now."
"I just want to stay by your side, I don't want to go anywhere else."
Hao Yun turned her back, two lines of tears streaming down her cheeks: "I can't take it anymore, it's even more painful than reading a tragic novel."
Although Luo Shimiao didn't cry, her eyes were filled with tears: "You never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Cherish the present and don't let yourself have any regrets." She turned around and went back to her room. The moment she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, the scene she had just seen kept replaying in her mind.
A decision took root in her heart.
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