After Letting Go, Her Regret Remains

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After ten years together, Shang Li realized that everything had changed. She just didn't know when it had started.

Maybe it was when their chat history got shorter and shorter, or when Meng Yuan's tone grew more and more impatient...

Gradually, even when they lay in the same bed, Meng Yuan no longer wanted to hold or kiss her. They were close enough to touch, yet separated by an impassable gulf.

At first, Shang Li thought this was a stage every couple had to go through. As long as she didn't give up, once the indifference faded, they would welcome an even more passionate love.

Until she saw screenshots of Meng Yuan's chat with a friend, where she'd said, "There's no point," and "I want to break up." Only then did Shang Li finally understand. Maybe Meng Yuan simply didn't love her anymore. That was all.

But how could the one who had said "I love you" first be the one to fall out of love, while the one who fell in love later was the one who couldn't let go?

*

On the day she decided to leave, Shang Li brought a bouquet to Meng Yuan, who was filming deep in the mountains, and wished her a bright future.

From then on, though, Shang Li would no longer be part of that brilliant future.

That night, Shang Li walked into the rain, gentle but resolute, and faded from Meng Yuan's life for good.

*

After ten years together, Meng Yuan thought time had worn down her love for Shang Li. Seeing each other day in and day out, she no longer felt the excitement and passion she once had.

She thought she might not love Shang Li anymore. Even on the day Shang Li left, she thought so.

But not long afterward, her emotions surged back like an enormous wave suddenly rising from the receding tide. Her longing for Shang Li swept over her and swallowed her whole.

Only then did she understand what Shang Li meant to her: breath, heartbeat, a presence so familiar she'd casually cast it aside, only to realize when the pain tore her apart that she could never let go.

*

The night Meng Yuan begged Shang Li to come back was also pouring with rain.

Shang Li still looked as gentle as she did in Meng Yuan's memories, but the words she spoke seemed to flay her alive. "Xiao Yuan, I hope you soar high. You'll meet someone better in the future."

Their tightly clasped hands slowly came apart. Shang Li turned toward the distance and walked away from that rainy night, one step at a time.

Meng Yuan, meanwhile, was like a bird with broken wings. Her battered body was soaked by the rain that night, and from then on, it never dried.

How could she... How could she have lost her?

Bonus Scene:

Before giving up.

"Meng Yuan, there's something I want to tell you..."

Meng Yuan pulled the covers over herself and turned her back. "I'm a little tired today. Some other time."

Shang Li bit her lip, silently nodded, lay down, moved closer, and carefully wrapped her arms around Meng Yuan's waist.

Before she could hold her properly, Meng Yuan shifted to the edge of the bed. Drowsy, she murmured, "It's a little hot. Don't hold me."

The air conditioner was set to 21 degrees. Wrapped in a thin blanket, Shang Li couldn't draw even a trace of warmth from it.

After giving up.

For work, Shang Li took part in a variety show and played games with a female star.

When she returned home, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around her waist in the dim hallway. Meng Yuan's voice trembled with tears as she pleaded softly, "Sister, I regret it. I really do. Please, please don't hold her. Hold me... Hold me, okay?"

By the time she finished, she was sobbing too hard to speak.

Reading Guide:

1. The great groveling chase is coming, no escaping it. (Emphasis added.)

2. May we all make it through the dull phase and find genuine love.

Next book, please add it to your collection

After My Two-Personality Sister Claimed Me by Force

[Two personalities + pseudo-incest + forced possession]

"I hope Sister (Jiang Linxue) is happy every day and stays with Xiaoyu forever.

I hope Jiang Wuying disappears forever."

In the new year, Jiang Zhiyu made the same wish again.

Jiang Linxue was gentle and beautiful, kind and considerate. She was the moon in the sky, snow on earth, the very embodiment of everything good.

As for Jiang Wuying...

The medical term was dissociative identity disorder, commonly known as multiple personality disorder.

She was the product of that disorder.

But to Jiang Zhiyu, Jiang Wuying was nothing more than a tumor, a monster, a madwoman, parasitizing her sister's body.

Jiang Zhiyu hated her.

She hated her for taking over her sister's body, for stealing her sister's time, and most of all, for forcing herself on her.

*

A sweltering, sticky midsummer night, rain pouring down.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped out after taking a shower. The person before her looked the same, but inside, she had become someone else.

The open diary exposed the birthday wish of an eighteen-year-old girl: I hope Jiang Wuying disappears forever.

The woman curved her lips, then tore that page to pieces, little by little, right in front of her. "Sorry, Xiaoyu. I'm afraid your birthday wish won't come true this year either."

The girl's desperate cries were drowned out by the torrential rain outside. Her clean body was sullied once again.

Some of it belonged to her, and some to Jiang Wuying.

The plain sheets were twisted into deep creases, with damp marks of varying shades scattered everywhere.

Her eighteenth birthday, her coming-of-age ceremony, spent in the company of a devil.

In the darkness, the woman's fingers slowly caressed her trembling back. "My dear Xiaoyu, you shouldn't be so greedy. You can only have one wish come true."

The devil sang, laying the cruelest curse.

*

Jiang Zhiyu wanted to kill Jiang Wuying every moment of every day.

But her disappearance would come at the price of Jiang Linxue's death.

She couldn't live without her sister, just as a fish couldn't live without water. They couldn't be apart for even a moment.

She had been entrusted to Jiang Linxue when she was still a baby.

After decades by each other's side, Jiang Linxue was her older sister, her friend, her mother, and nearly every close relationship she had in this world.

Except for a lover.

Gradually, the young girl's adoring gaze took on a hint of desire.

She wanted to drag her sister into this forbidden relationship, too.

Growing pains, chest tightness and soreness: she needed her sister to massage her with her hands to make it better.

The pressure of school was too much: she needed a little special comfort.

Her pure-hearted sister, who doted on her, would never refuse.

Pale fingers trembled as they undid the buttons, one, two, three...

"Xiaoyu, is this enough?"

"Just a little more, Sister. Could you... come a little closer?"

Better yet, feed it right into my mouth. My sister loves me most. She wouldn't refuse, would she?

Bonus Scene:

On a rare night, moonlight flowed like water as Jiang Zhiyu lay in bed, tangled passionately with her sister.

"Sister, you're so wet."

The words made Jiang Linxue blush. She panted and pleaded softly.

The next instant, every sound vanished.

Jiang Zhiyu felt something and suddenly stiffened.

She looked up sharply and met the woman's gaze. The woman's gloomy face broke into a smile. "Why did you stop?"

It was Jiang Wuying.

As soon as she understood, Jiang Zhiyu tried to run.

"Doesn't Xiaoyu love drinking water most?"

"Keep going."

As the words fell, the woman pressed her head down.

Reader Advisory:

1. Forced love, forced love, forced love. This is an indulgence piece, so enter at your own risk. If this isn't your thing, be especially careful and run, run, run, run, run.

2. No morals, no principles, no limits. Just an older sister driven mad and corrupted by her younger sister.

3. Happy ending. The personalities won't merge. One younger sister and two older sisters is just right (just kidding).

Theme: Endure the dull days, and you'll find what is true.