Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ling Jiuer returned home with a sad and lost heart.

The moment the entrance sensor light came on, she staggered and held onto the shoe cabinet, her pearl earrings swaying violently beside her cheeks, and the buttons of her silk cheongsam made it hard for her to breathe.

In the cold light of the mobile phone screen, the photo of Du Fei clinking glasses with the young girl kept flashing before her eyes. The smiles of the two were like two red-hot iron sticks, piercing straight into her heart.

The Suzhou embroidered peony on the hem of her cheongsam trembled with her trembling legs, as if mocking this secret love that ended in vain.

In the living room, the grandfather clock made a dull ticking sound, each tick like the death knell of fate. She mechanically unbuttoned her cheongsam, the silk slipping across her collarbone, and she remembered herself last week, passing by a jewelry store and staring at the wedding rings through the window for a long time.

At that time, she secretly fantasized that maybe one day she would be able to put the ring on his finger with her own hands.

The thought made her stomach churn. She stumbled into the bathroom and retched into the toilet, only to vomit out sour bile. The mirror reflected her red eyes and messy hair, with a pearl hairpin hanging askew on her temples, a perfect reflection of her crumbling world.

Moonlight slanted down through the carved window lattices, cutting out cold, hard grids on the Persian carpet.

Ling Jiuer slumped down on the leather sofa, her cell phone still vibrating, and the sound of new message alerts was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

She refreshed the page numbly, and online discussions flooded in like a tide: "Is that Mr. Du's girlfriend? I think they are a perfect match."

Those words turned into invisible hands, tearing her heart apart.

In the dressing mirror, she saw her pale face, the carefully applied cinnabar lip makeup smudged and shapeless. Grabbing the makeup remover cotton pad and wiping it hard, the makeup remover stung the corners of her eyes, and tears mixed with makeup flowed down her neck into the collar of her cheongsam.

The hot tears on the mirror surface meandered into a twisted trajectory, blurring her vision and also blurring the self who once had beautiful expectations.

She suddenly swept the bottles and jars on the dressing table to the ground like crazy. The sound of broken glass echoed in the silent room, but it could not cover up the pain in her heart.

The scattered lipstick rolled to her feet, as if mocking her current embarrassment.

Deep in the closet, the navy blue cashmere shawl still smells of lavender sachets.

She shuddered, burying her face in it, trying to find some solace in the familiar scent, but the soft fur stung her nose. Every late night she'd worked overtime recently flashed through her mind: the greetings she'd repeatedly typed and deleted into the empty chat box, the unspoken "Remember to rest and eat," the care and longing that had been brewing silently in her heart, all ultimately becoming a monologue with no one responding.

Tears soaked her cashmere shawl. In a trance, she seemed to hear Du Fei's indifferent tone when he said "busy" on the phone, and remembered the nights when she stared at the phone screen until she fell asleep.

Suddenly, she rushed to the wine cabinet and pulled out the bottle of red wine that she had treasured for a long time.

She bought this some time ago, thinking that when her relationship with Du Fei progressed, they could drink together to celebrate.

At this moment, the cork popped out, and the dark red liquid splashed on the cheongsam, just like her broken heart crying blood.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The sour and spicy wine burned his throat, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

She drank one glass after another, the red wine flowing down the corners of her mouth and dripping onto the Suzhou embroidered peonies, dyeing the delicate flowers into a strange purple.

The drunkenness gradually rose to my head, everything in front of me began to blur, only the pain in my heart became clearer and clearer.

There was a sound from the phone, it was the WeChat notification tone from Gu Fanxing.

But she didn't even look at him and continued to drink like crazy.

The nausea in my stomach was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

She grabbed the sticky note on the coffee table. It was the flavor that she had written down earlier that Du Fei liked. Now it was soaked with tears, and the handwriting became blurred.

She ate expired bread from the convenience store with cold water, and the crumbs fell on the slit of her cheongsam, as if her self-esteem was shattered to the ground and trampled upon mercilessly.

The moonlight gradually climbed up the carved window lattice, and Ling Jiuer was already drunk and unconscious.

In a drunken state, she seemed to have returned to the day when she first met Du Fei.

That day, she, Gu Fanxing and Xiao Fangfei were having a great time at a party when they met Pei Luonan, Kong Haoyu, Shi Yunchen and Du Fei. Xiao Fangfei, who loved the lively atmosphere, suggested that they sit at the same table together to eat, drink and play games.

During the game, she and Du Fei had the lowest card count, so according to the rules of the game, they gave each other their first kiss.

Although both of them were a little embarrassed and at a loss at the time, they did not think too deeply about it and thought it was just a game. However, they did not expect that it was this kiss that started the inexplicable love between them.

From then on, she began to unconsciously pay attention to some of his details and his preferences.

But now it seems that all this was just her one-man show.

The morning light pierced through the clouds, and a faint beam of light poured into the room.

Ling Jiuer woke up curled up in the mess on the ground, with a splitting headache.

Looking at her cheongsam stained with wine and tears, the photos and broken wine bottles scattered on the ground, and her haggard self in the makeup mirror, she slowly took off her pearl hairpin, took off her cheongsam and folded it neatly into the camphorwood box.

At the same time, Gu Fanxing, who did not receive a reply from Ling Jiuer last night, knocked on Ling Jiuer's door anxiously.

The moment she pushed open the door, the strong smell of alcohol hit her in the face, and the mess on the floor made her heart tremble.

Seeing Ling Jiuer curled up in the corner, her heart seemed to be tightly gripped.

"Jiuer..." Gu Fanxing called softly, her voice full of heartache.

She carefully picked up the broken glass on the floor, and the sticky note torn in half on the dresser stung her eyes.

When his eyes swept over the empty red wine bottles in the wine cabinet, Gu Fanxing suddenly clenched his cell phone.

The cursor in the editing box kept flashing. She gritted her teeth, took a picture of Ling Jiuer curled up in the mess on the ground, attached the text: "People trapped in love are so sad that they can only drown their sorrows in alcohol. I'm so heartbroken", and sent it to the mobile phone group.

She knew very well that this move might make Ling Jiuer even more embarrassed, but at this moment, looking at her friend's distraught look, the only thought left in her heart was to go all out - if Du Fei showed any concern after seeing it, even if it was just a moment of hesitation, she would do her best to help this relationship; if he remained silent, at least it would allow Ling Jiuer to see the reality and let it go completely.

Gu Fanxing stared at the screen intently. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Du Fei's dialog box would suddenly pop up. Even if it was just a simple greeting, it could become the light that illuminated Ling Jiuer's world.

However, as time passed, Du Fei's profile picture remained silent, just like the many nights in the past when Ling Jiuer had been waiting for his response, there was only endless silence.

Gu Fanxing sat down next to Ling Jiuer and gently held her in his arms.

When her fingertips touched the cold back of Ling Jiuer's hand, Ling Jiuer slowly raised her head, with the lingering drunkenness in her pupils and the despair that could not be stopped surging in her eyes.

She reeked of alcohol, her eyes were hollow, and there were still traces of tears on her face.

This scene made Gu Fanxing's throat tighten. She was shocked to realize that Ling Jiuer's feelings for Du Fei were much deeper than she had imagined.

It turns out that those seemingly casual attentions, those silent efforts and light-hearted jokes had already taken root in Ling Jiuer's heart, grown into towering trees, and then fermented into bone-eroding affection over time.

Now the tree has fallen, leaving behind a wasteland.

"What is love in this world? It is the promise of life and death for two people." Gu Fanxing sighed in his heart.

Seeing Ling Jiuer so vulnerable at this moment, she couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes. At this moment, she secretly vowed to do something for the two of them. She couldn't let the two lovers miss each other and let their hearts be hurt secretly.

Outside the window, the sun gradually fills the earth. A new day may also bring new hope.