I Love You More Than I Love Myself

Her palm was clammy, and the thin yellow card slipped toward the floor. She wasn't wearing her glasses, and in her daze she almost lost track of the key's exact location, so she bent down to look for it. Her long hair fell forward, blocking her view. She raised a hand and tucked it behind her ear, and in that instant her breathing suddenly quickened. From the stairway beside her, someone called, “Dong Xiangying...”

The lazy afternoon sunlight streamed through the ventilation window. Within its golden halo swirled one vivid whirl after another, like the colorful soap bubbles children blew. Fine dust drifted slowly through the center of the spirals, linked together, never straying apart. The light stabbed her eyes, and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She stumbled backward a few steps. Yet from within that dazzling blaze, a person rose and walked toward her step by step, his features gradually coming into focus... Fu Jingcheng... How could it be him?

She couldn't help backing away a few more steps, until she reached the doorway and had nowhere left to retreat.

The tragedy of this story, however, is that he traveled thousands of miles to find her not for love, but because he had no choice. She knew it perfectly well, yet couldn't help deceiving herself...

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