Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

In the magnificent luxury hotel suite, there is a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the lake.

In the room where the light was not turned on by a card, a slender black figure was vaguely visible in front of the window.

The sky outside was as black as ink.

Qiao Ruyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the shimmering lake outside, and couldn't help but recall the man in her memory who loved to stand in front of the window and make phone calls.

As was his habit, he would answer the phone with one hand and light a cigarette with the other.

He didn't even take a few puffs of the cigarette, but just let it burn quietly between his fingers. White smoke slowly rose from his bony and slender fingers and floated in the air.

Qiao Ruyi moved her feet and adjusted to a position where she thought Ling Che would stand, then looked out the window and smiled.

Ling Che,

Now, I stand where you stood.

I've seen the lake you've seen.

So can you, see me?

It was still early, not even Qiao Ruyi's usual bedtime.

The longing in her chest surged so strongly that she felt a little stuffy.

She removed her makeup, took a quick shower, changed into a plain long dress and left the hotel.

Qi Jin and Qi Shui's rooms were right next to hers. They took turns guarding the door, and when they saw her getting ready to go out, they were ready to follow her.

Qiao Ruyi stopped them and signed, "I'm just walking around the hotel. No need to follow me."

The two seemed a little worried, and Qiao Ruyi shook her head and refused.

She just wanted to go downstairs to get some fresh air to make herself feel less depressed.

The two of them nodded and stopped following.

......

The lights are bright at night and the evening breeze is gentle.

Not far from the hotel is a romantic bar. Under the colorful lights, young men and women drink wine and listen to the singer's soulful singing.

Qiao Ruyi ordered a cocktail and sat by the window, quietly listening to the gentle singing.

She propped her cheek with one hand, her long hair casually scattered on the side of her face, outlining her delicate profile. A colorful halo fell on her beautiful eyes, which were crystal clear and calm.

In the romantic atmosphere of a foreign country, she is the one that makes people unable to take their eyes off her.

A young and handsome boy came over to say hello to her. She listened quietly as he asked if they could be friends and exchange contact information.

She smiled faintly with her clear eyes and took out her cell phone.

The boy's friends not far away exclaimed in envy, thinking that the two were going to have a beautiful encounter.

She turned on her phone and typed a line of words for the other party to see: Sorry, I am married and my husband is quite jealous.

The young boy put away his happy smile, apologized repeatedly and walked away.

Qiao Ruyi put away her phone, paid the bill and left the bar.

As she was about to return to the hotel, she saw people setting off fireworks by the lake not far away.

She walked forward, then stopped and watched the brilliant fireworks blooming in the sky by the lake.

The evening breeze blew up her skirt and long hair, and her slender figure looked particularly lonely in the crowd.

She raised her hand to tuck the hair that was blown around her cheeks behind her ears, and stared at the fireworks in the distance and the young couple setting off the fireworks.

She hasn't set off fireworks in years.

Because the man who used the lighter to light the fireworks for her is no longer with her.

From then on, she never wanted to set off fireworks again.

Qiao Ruyi didn't know what was wrong. Everything was fine when she was in China, but as soon as she landed in the United States, she felt empty inside and always wanted to cry.

Just as I was about to turn around and go back, the sound of a basketball hitting the ground came from not far away.

Just as she turned her head to look, a basketball appeared out of nowhere and flew straight towards her in the air.

"Girl, get out of the way!"

A foreign boy's loud reminder came from a distance.

Qiao Ruyi subconsciously wanted to turn around and dodge. With her trained agility, dodging the basketball was easy.

but--

The next second, a bony hand suddenly appeared in front of her from behind. Her heart skipped a beat and immediately stopped beating.

She stood there in a daze, forgetting to react, staring blankly at the hand that blocked the flying basketball, and then the ball was dunked in the palm of the hand.

The blood in Qiao Ruyi's body froze just by seeing that hand.

Even without looking back, just seeing his slender fingers, the delicate joints, the curvature of his nails, and the veins on the back of his hands...

Her heart felt like it was hit hard by someone, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Every texture on that skin and the direction of every vein were deeply imprinted in her mind.

That was the hand she had drawn thousands of times, the hand she had held thousands of times...

She won't admit her mistake.

"Are you OK?"

A clear voice exploded above his head, and Qiao Ruyi trembled all over as if struck by lightning.

She turned stiffly, and her eyes, which had always been indifferent and clear, suddenly lit up. The moment she looked at the man, her eyes were incredibly red.

For a moment, her mind went blank, her ears felt like they were ringing, and she could no longer hear any sounds around her.

She only saw the man's beautiful eyes, and in his amber pupils, she saw her dazed self again.

Is it a dream?

Are you dreaming?

Why did she see Ling Che?

Her fingertips dug deeply into her palms, and the pain from her palms reminded her again and again that it was not a dream, but reality.

She really saw Ling Che.

Her red eyes were filled with the look of a man looking at her.

The man tilted his head and smiled, then asked in fluent foreign language, "Are you okay?"

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black pants, and his chestnut brown hair lightly covered his handsome eyebrows and eyes. A gust of wind blew, and his refreshing hair moved slightly in the wind, revealing his deep and bright eyes.

He looks like he is in his early twenties.

Youthful and unrestrained.

Qiao Ruyi smelled the fresh scent on him. The refreshing fragrance was so familiar and pleasant that it made her dizzy.

After a brief period of coagulation, the blood in her body began to surge violently, almost surging from her chest.

Her fingers began to tremble unconsciously, and tears fell.

It's really him.

Even if he turned into ashes, she would still recognize him, not to mention that the person she was obsessed with was standing in front of her alive and well.

The man frowned when he saw her crying, "Did it hit you?"

Qiao Ruyi looked up at his delicate features, his eyes that reflected her figure, his tall nose, and those thin lips that she longed to kiss day and night...

Her tears welled up and could not stop flowing.

My chest felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. It hurt so much that even breathing hurt.