Ji Zhuoyang clenched his fists tightly. Six years ago, his best and most painful memories were all related to Xia Qiao. At that time, he had just arrived in Chicago, with the same diligence and expectation as all students. He also had a deep desire to settle down as soon as possible and confess to Xia Qiao. If she wanted, she could also come to Chicago. He would take care of her and protect her, and they could live together in a strange country across the ocean.
However, what he was waiting for was a hesitant phone call from his mother, "Zhuoyang, I heard from others that that girl from Xia Qiao seemed to... Become someone else's mistress and was caught on the spot. She... Left, and I don't know where she went."
His world completely collapsed, not even a tile was left. He couldn't figure out how that huge girl could be someone else's mistress, and what kind of man the other person should be to make her willing to be a third party. For two whole years, he didn't come back. He drank like crazy, partyed, and played with women.
It took him two years to fall, and three years to choose to forgive. In the sixth year, he still couldn't let go, but she wanted to become someone else's wife.
So damn ironic…