Parting

When Meng Jiangli was young, she met someone and fell in love. She never forgot him.

Unfortunately, he had no heart. He liked her, but he didn't love her.

That person was Feng Hanxue.

Back then, Meng Jiangli lost everything for him.

A child, a future, and a heart.

He told her, "Let's part ways. The way you're carrying on is so undignified."

Later, when Meng Jiangli hated him most,

the man fell from the pinnacle of power.

Meng Jiangli thought it was karma.

But that's just how people are.

She wanted to mock him and trample on him, just as he had done to her.

But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

So she stayed by his side, accompanying him from Jiangcheng to Shaocheng, then to Shencheng, and finally to Paris.

They passed through one city after another and moved from one house to the next.

They drifted far from home, never knowing where they would be the next day.

Looking at Feng Hanxue beside her, Meng Jiangli thought that perhaps, with him there, anywhere could be home.

She thought this was how her life would be.

Until the day she exposed his lie.

"Ali," Feng Hanxue called her, but didn't know what to say. Meng Jiangli kept smiling, silent and distant.

She held out her umbrella to Feng Hanxue. "Could you hold this for me?"

Feng Hanxue took the umbrella and held it over her head. Then he pushed away the umbrella An Jieru offered him and stood alone in the rain.

In an instant, the rain soaked his clothes.

Meng Jiangli took off the glove on her right hand and slapped him hard across the face, then put the glove back on.

Feng Hanxue stood straight without moving, and wouldn't let anyone approach.

Meng Jiangli took her umbrella back from him. "Thank you," she said, then turned away.

Before leaving, she added, "After all these years, I've finally learned how to be a dignified person. But Feng Hanxue, I gave you dignity. Who ever gave any to me?"

Everyone watched the elegant woman walk gracefully out of the crowd.

Feng Hanxue, after all these years, I still can't have you.

"Meng Jiangli, those were your eight years. Do you think they weren't mine, too? And how do you know I don't love you? Maybe I was just afraid of losing you."

The first year after Meng Jiangli left, Feng Hanxue searched for her like a madman.

The second year after she left, Feng Hanxue had nearly searched the whole world.

Ali, no matter how many years you're gone, I'll spend the rest of my life looking for you, then tell you:

I love you.

Theme: A mermaid loses her tail and walks on blades every day. Whose heart should the witch's dagger pierce? The prince loves the princess, blind to the mermaid's tears. Who will keep the promise that was betrayed?