Chapter 57: Chapter 58: Do You Still Love Me?
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Gong Xue’er couldn’t help herself, covered her face, and sat on the ground, wailing.
Xia Yangyang looked at her, and her mind went back to the first day they spoke to each other.
It was the first physical education class of the first year, where all students were required to wear sports shoes.
Back then, the school rule was that if you didn’t have sports shoes on, you needed to stand in punishment on the playground.
As everyone was changing shoes in the locker room, Xia Yangyang noticed Gong Xue’er crying alone in a corner.
Xia Yangyang walked over to ask what was wrong.
That was her first conversation with Gong Xue’er.
Gong Xue’er told her she didn’t have any sports shoes and would definitely be punished.
Xia yangyang had shoes that day, but she chose not to wear them.
She still remembered them both being punished by the teacher, standing by the basketball hoop.
Gong Xue’er had asked her, “You have your shoes, why didn’t you wear them.”
Xia Yangyang had smiled back at her, “I wanted to keep you company. It won’t be as boring if there are two of us.”
Xia Yangyang had spoken so lightly back then.
Tears welled up in Gong Xue’er’s eyes, “Yangyang, can you be my friend?”
Xia Yangyang had replied, “From now on, we are best friends.”
Afterwards, Xia Yangyang made a special trip to the mall after school to buy a pair of Nike sports shoes for Gong Xue’er the next day.
Gong Xue’er brought her a breakfast crepe that she had made herself.
Those innocent and beautiful moments from the past, now imprinted in her mind, flashed before her eyes like scenes from a movie.
Xia Yangyang’s heart ached.
She had never imagined that their relationship would degenerate from its pure beginnings to such a mess.
Time and destiny are truly cruel things, capable of changing people and everything else.
Xia Yangyang thought about the time when her mother taught her calligraphy and wrote a line of verse, “Color clouds disperse easily, glass is fragile.”
She had asked her mother what it meant.
Her mother had just sighed and said, “The beautiful things in this world are not meant to last forever.”
Xia Yangyang didn’t say anything else as she turned and walked away.
But Lu Haotian chased after her.
Right next to the Caesar International Hotel was the famous Square.
There was a constant flow of people around, making the place lively.
Xia Yangyang sat down woodenly on a bench in the square.
Lu Haotian walked over and stopped in front of Xia Yangyang.
Xia Yangyang looked up at him, feeling like she was looking at a stranger.
“Yangyang, I’m sorry.” Lu Haotian said.
Xia Yangyang said, “You’ve done nothing wrong. If anything, you’re the real victim here.”
Lu Haotian said, “I only engaged to Gong Xue’er because I was afraid that she would retaliate against you, and do something harmful to you. I decided to get engaged and take her abroad with me. But I never imagined that she planned even the pregnancy.”
Xia Yangyang just made a sound of acknowledgment, indicating she heard him, but she didn’t respond.
Lu Haotian kept silent for a long time before he spoke again, “Yangyang, can you forgive me this once? You should know now, everything before was designed step by step by Gong Xue’er. I was just her prey. I can’t forget you, nor let you go. Yangyang, I love you.”
Xia Yangyang felt as if her heart was being pierced by a thousand arrows.
Lu Haotian had always been sweet with words. Xia Yangyang had been told “I love you” for ten years, and she had always taken it for granted, and believed him.
But never before had Xia Yangyang heard him use such a desperate and pleading tone.
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Lu Haotian had red eyes. This big boy who had grown up with her had never cried in front of her before.
Xia Yangyang stared at him, unable to respond, her heart wracked with pain.
As time passed by second by second, Lu Haotian’s heart also sank little by little.
Lu Haotian said, “Yangyang, can we go back to the way things were?”
Lu Haotian was silent for two seconds then asked again, “Yangyang, do you still love me?”