Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou sat on the sofa in front of the window. The city outside the window was brightly lit and busy, but her heart was filled with sorrow and desolate. Everything Lu Jingchen had done for her during this period was constantly playing in her mind like a movie.

She recalled the night when she first met Lu Jingchen in the bar. The lights were dim and flickering, the music was deafening, and she was wandering in the crowd with a heart full of pain and the impulse of revenge. Lu Jingchen suddenly broke into her sight. His handsome face was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off him even under the blurred lights. His broad shoulders and narrow waist revealed his innate dignity. At that time, he had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were a bit unruly, which was completely different from the men around him who approached her with ulterior motives.

The time they spent together came one after another. They strolled along the beach together, the sea breeze gently blowing, ruffling their hair, and the sand under their feet was fine and warm. Lu Jingchen would suddenly squat down, pick up a beautiful shell and put it in her palm, his eyes full of pampering, and say: "Look, this shell looks like my heart for you, unique, just for you." And in the high-end restaurant, the crystal chandelier cast a bright light, reflecting the exquisite food on the table. Lu Jingchen would carefully cut the steak for her, and then gently push the warm plate in front of her, and occasionally he would secretly dip a mouthful of her sauce like a child, and then smile at her pretending to be angry.

But every time these beautiful memories made her smile, the pain of the past would come back like cold water. She recalled her wedding night, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, sitting in a dreamy bridal chamber, waiting for her husband to return with joy and shyness. The clock on the wall ticked, and every second that passed made her look forward to it more and more. However, what she received was a cold and heartless text message informing her that her husband had eloped abroad with his mistress. At that moment, the world seemed to collapse in an instant, and her carefully constructed dream of love and the future shattered into countless sharp fragments, piercing her heart.

The past with her husband also haunted her like a ghost. They met at a spring art exhibition. At that time, she was standing in front of a Monet painting, immersed in the dreamlike world of light and shadow. Her husband approached quietly and whispered his unique insights on the painting. The elegance and talent in his words attracted her. In the days that followed, they walked through every corner of the city together, saw the first snow, and admired the flowers. Those sweet words and vows were still ringing in her ears. She could never have imagined that the man who vowed to spend his life with her would betray her so easily.

Although her husband has been gone for a long time, the shadow he left behind is still with her. Jiang Ciyou is afraid of falling into such despair again, afraid that Lu Jingchen will be like her ex-husband, and will abandon her cherished feelings at some inadvertent moment. She knows that Lu Jingchen has a complicated identity, a huge family and complicated business interests behind him. It is like an unfathomable swamp. She is not sure if she has the courage to get involved, let alone whether she can get out of it safely.

She looked at the gift from Lu Jingchen on the table, a limited edition art book. The gold-stamped pattern on the cover shimmered under the light, and each page of the paper was textured. The illustrations inside were exquisite, and it was obvious that a lot of effort had been put into finding them. There was also an exquisite little ornament placed next to it, a hand-carved crystal swan, crystal clear, with an elegant neck bent into a perfect arc. It stood there quietly, but seemed to be telling of Lu Jingchen's deep affection.

Jiang Ciyou's fingers gently stroked these objects, with mixed feelings in her heart. On the one hand, she was greedy for the warmth and care given by Lu Jingchen, which was a ray of light she finally grasped after struggling in the dark abyss for a long time; on the other hand, the pain of the past and the fear of uncertainty in the future made her like a frightened bird, always alert to the possible harm.

She stood up and paced slowly in the room. The moonlight shone through the window screen and reflected her lonely and wandering figure. With every step, the entanglement in her heart deepened. She tried to convince herself to let down her guard and bravely accept Lu Jingchen, but the voice in her heart kept echoing: Is love really reliable? Can I really bear another betrayal?

As the night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually died down, but Jiang Ciyou was still trapped in the vortex of memories and entanglements, unable to extricate herself. She knew that she was standing at the crossroads of life, and if she made a wrong choice, she might be doomed, and every choice was so heavy that it was difficult for her to make a decision.