Mu Yihang's slap was like a knife, brutally carving away the little love Feng Luyao still had in her heart. She crouched helplessly, never imagining another hand would pull her out of the abyss. She thought their marriage was based only on pity and cooperation, but little by little, the two of them became more and more entangled. Chen Jiajin gazed at her fondly and said, “Sometimes we don't believe in love because we see it. We see it because we believe.”
But if it is fate, why do we keep stopping and starting, only to end up apart? If it is a curse, why do we still miss each other through all the joys and sorrows?
She walked alone through a small town in Jiangnan, the drizzle dampening her hair. Like a passerby, she stood under the eaves and turned to look at the man beside her. He said quietly, “Feng Luyao, how long are you going to keep running from me?”
Sometimes, the thing we run from isn't someone else, but that passage of time.
P.S. A heads-up: this story is a tragedy.
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