Merry-go-round countdown forever goodbye
The Empress Dowager has arrived after all; that aloof and intimidating Empress Dowager who never deigned to look them straight in the eye has finally come to settle accounts with them today.
Yes, Yin Ruosheng's mother has returned from America.
Her return was just a matter of speeding up the inevitable separation of the two people who had already been destined to part ways.
"If my son had really died on the day of the typhoon, then all of you would have been in prison by now." Her face was cold and expressionless.
"Madam, I know why you've come this time, but I promised Yin Ruosheng that I won't leave him again." She replied calmly.
"Aren't you willing to give up yet? Before your whole family encounters a great disaster, I advise you to leave my son now. A woman like you is not worthy of my son, please don't waste your efforts here."
"No matter how you personally attack me, I won't change my mind." Her face remained calm and unruffled.
"Your purpose in getting close to my son is none other than that, money! Hmph, well said. You can now have your wish fulfilled. You're indeed very cunning and cleverly led me into talking about it, smoothly getting closer to the 'money' aspect." She revealed a cold smile, then looked at the check in her hand with disgust.
"Fill in whatever amount you want, decide for yourself."
Her face sank, and her words were like a sharp knife that pierced deep into her heart, very painful. "I didn't get close to him for the money, please don't trample on others' dignity with money." She handed the check back to her without hesitation.
Her face turned cold. "If you still insist on this, I'll make a phone call and have your parents and younger brother thrown into prison immediately, and maybe even you. Are you still going to persist?"
She was taken aback, "You're so cruel..." Her words were trembling, but her smile still lingered at the corner of her mouth, a kind of disgust and mockery that made her feel terrified, as if facing her again would be a form of torture.
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"Mom, I don't want to leave here, Mom, I don't want to go." Yue Luo said tearfully, hugging a Winnie the Pooh in each hand. "I don't want to leave my home, I don't, Mom." His voice choked with sobs, as if Yue Ran was numb, dragging their luggage, the family walked on the street, like vagrants wandering aimlessly. Desolate and bleak.
"Yue Luo, we're going to your grandfather's house now. Grandfather lives in Shanghai, and Shanghai is a very nice city. Our Yue Luo will definitely fall in love with Shanghai." Pu Su Yan had already reddened her nose, comforting her little son, burying all the pressure deep within her heart.
"Who would have thought that just as one wave subsides, another rises? This is fate. If only I hadn't run into that young master, things wouldn't be so bad for our family now. And now that we're in Shanghai, who knows if we'll still have to rely on my father's face... He used to think I was just a poor kid, and now..." Yue Zhongping sighed, his brow furrowed deeply, no longer the vigorous middle-aged man he once was.
The wind swept across Yue Ran's face, and her heart was also blown cold by the wind.
Leaving HK, perhaps everything will settle down. She and Yin Ruosheng may have just been a small episode in her life after all. Every curve has an end. Thinking about it, she no longer frowns tightly, she wants to face it with a normal attitude, she wants to be strong.
I really want to sing a song - "Invisible Wings".
Farewell, Yin Ruosheng. Let me deeply bury this most beautiful first love in the deepest part of my heart. It will become a beauty in my life. In this season, in the moonlight of my 18th year, with it accompanying me, I won't feel lonely either.
Eternal memories, this love is performed beautifully and perfectly, the road is long, moving forward, never to be forgotten.
Farewell, my first love...
No matter what our future will be, I hope we can both be happy. I'll quietly bless you in a corner of the world. Let this fleeting encounter have its purest memory, so that when we think back on it, it's all good. That's enough.
That's enough...
Imagine what the music river should be like at this time? The cheeks are moist, and when the falling tears break off the more and more sad thoughts, the wind rushes to my face! In an instant, I imagine that if I am the wind, a free and easy wind, I want to fly to the place where my heart has long belonged, savoring that beauty, savoring that emotion, savoring that deep feeling, savoring that many sorrows.
Searching for the fairy tale in my heart, searching for the one still standing on the bridge of joy, eyes filled with confusion and worry reveal a deep reluctance to part and an eager expectation, whispers echoing clearly in my ears.
I went quietly, just as I came quietly.
I lightly wave goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
