I walked up to Kuang Yiyang, grabbed his wrist, raised his left hand, and then put the bank card Luo Xiangdong gave me in his hand.
Kuang Yiyang's eyes were red, his lips were pressed tightly, and he remained silent.
I said, "Your brother-in-law gave this to you."
After saying that, I looked away and walked forward. After I took five steps, Kuang Yiyang suddenly turned to me and asked, "Senior, where are you going?"
I didn't look back because tears had already fallen out. I opened my lips and said calmly: "I booked a flight back to Night City."
I heard his anxious and panicked footsteps, and sure enough, two seconds later, he ran to me, stopped me and said, "Sister, I'm sorry, I really did something wrong. Don't be angry... No, you can be angry with me." I'm angry, but don't feel bad, I really can't see you feeling bad..."
Tears fell down my eyelashes that had long since taken off their makeup. I strained my face and tried to remain expressionless, but my throat was so sore that I almost suffocated.
After a while, I opened my mouth and replied: "Yi Yang, give me some time to calm down. I won't stop interacting with you because of this incident, but I really don't want to see you now. ”
The sadness in Kuang Yiyang's eyes was so obvious. If it were in the past, I would rather feel sad than say that to him. But my heart really hurts so much that I want to jump off the highest floor and fall to pieces. I just hope it can stop twitching.
After saying that, I immediately looked away and strode outside. This time, Kuang Yiyang didn't stop me.
After leaving the Four Seasons Hotel, I took a taxi directly to the airport. Even the driver couldn't help but look at me in the rearview mirror, probably wondering where the lunatic in the gorgeous dress came from.
Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, the sourness in my heart surged up, and I finally couldn't help but choke up and cry. The driver in front of me was an American uncle in his forties or fifties. He asked me in English what happened and if I needed help.
I just asked him for a tissue and then sat in the car and wiped all the makeup off my face with my tears.
The neon lights outside shone on my face through the car window, and I saw my own face full of grievance and despair from the reflective glass.
When I came, I was filled with joy; when I left, my heart was filled with despair. It turns out that God really loves to joke with people, but I didn’t expect that this joke would be so big. It’s so big that I can’t laugh or cry now. I even thought it was all a nightmare. When I opened my eyes in the morning, at most it was... I found a wet patch on the pillowcase.
Luo Xiangdong is not Kuang Yiyang's biological uncle at all, and they did not join forces to deceive me. Luo Xiangdong would not personally push me to Kuang Yiyang.
The drive from the hotel to the airport took more than forty minutes. I couldn't stop crying on the way. I cried until my temples started pounding and my head hurt.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the airport. I took out the money from my bag and handed it to the driver. The driver turned to me and said: "Today is Christmas. You can be forgiven for any unhappy things. You have the right to be happy. At least today."
I don't know why, but his words suddenly made me feel very sad. Even a stranger I meet for the first time can care about my feelings, why can't Luo Xiangdong
I held back the tears that came again, and with a choked voice I replied to the driver in the front seat: "You are living on American time, but I am living on Chinese time. It is no longer Christmas in China."
This is like a dream, a beautiful dream that Luo Xiangdong used his magic to personally outline for me. I thought I was Cinderella, but I misremembered the time at twelve o'clock. Now when the bell rang, I had no time to escape from the scene, and ended up with a tragic ending where my true colors were exposed.
After I finished speaking, I didn’t care whether the driver understood what I meant. I pushed open the car door and got out, wearing high heels and dragging the skirt of my dress, and walked into the airport lobby under the strange eyes of everyone.
I didn’t bring anything with me when I came, but now that I think about it, maybe this was my only accurate foresight.
The earliest flight back to Night City was at 2:45 pm local time in the United States. I booked an economy class ticket and walked into the general departure lounge.
It's now -16 or 7 degrees below zero in New York, and everyone in the terminal is wearing woolen coats and down jackets. However, I look like an actor in a dress, so I naturally become the target of everyone's attention and look out of place.
In order to avoid the strange eyes, I hid in the bathroom and stayed there for more than three hours until I got on the plane.
When the plane took off from New York, I frowned and tears came to my eyes, because I felt like leaving this city was like leaving that person.
He deliberately arranged all this with his own hands, just to make me give up my thoughts about him. I should have thought a long time ago how someone like Luo Xiangdong could not see what I was thinking.
He was afraid that I would say that I liked him, so he simply blocked my mouth and cut off all my thoughts.
He is so cruel!
If he doesn't want to be with me, just say it, why bother forcing me like this
Clenching my fists tightly, I had the intention of killing him.
But I don’t know if it’s because I was severely injured by Chen Wenhang once. I always feel that the heartbreak I feel now is also mixed with reason. Even if I go crazy, I will still keep a bottom line. Just like when I met Luo Xiangdong face to face, I just asked him if he really wanted me to be with Kuang Yiyang, but I didn't tell him that I liked him.
People always learn from mistakes. The deeper the pain, the better you will learn in the future.
Chen Wenhang’s affair taught me not to trust a person’s appearance too much. He can say he loves me and sleep with Zhang Xinwei at the same time;
Luo Xiangdong and Kuang Yiyang taught me that white lies are also lies, and lies can hurt people.
It seems that from now on, I will have room for anyone, and I will never trust someone easily again.
I have been standing on the ground for less than five hours, and now I have been flying in the sky for more than ten hours. By the time the plane landed in Night City, it was already 3:30 in the morning on the 27th in Night City.
I flew for twenty or thirty hours continuously, crossing the oceans and continents, thinking that flying to the other side would be happiness. Unexpectedly, the other side was not happiness, but the cruel truth.
When I got off the plane, I vaguely heard the voice of the flight attendant on the radio, saying that the outdoor temperature was minus 25 degrees Celsius, asking everyone to put on their coats and keep warm.
I grew up in the northernmost city, and I didn’t have much fear of the cold. But when I got off the plane wearing a dress with my chest and neck exposed, the cold almost penetrated my skin and I was frozen. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the sound of his teeth chattering could be clearly heard in his ears.
I no longer care what the people around me think of me. I just instinctively wanted to run away and hide in the airport hall.
But it happened that the house leaked and it rained all night, and it snowed in the night city. A thin layer of snow fell on the ground like a white carpet. I was running forward in small steps wearing ten-centimeter high heels. I didn't know why I tripped and fell forward. I threw myself forward fiercely. Kneel on the ground.
My whole body was frozen to the point that my knees and hands scraped against the ground, and I couldn't feel anything for a short period of time.
But my behavior shocked many passengers around me, and several women and men came over to help me. I fell so badly that I didn’t know how I was picked up.
Some people helped me dust off the snow on my body, while others were surprised and said, "Oh, my hands are bleeding."
I was surrounded by people, and they blocked part of the wind and snow, allowing my frozen body to enjoy a moment of warmth.
I really didn't want to cry, but I felt so wronged inside. So I just shed tears.
In the chaos, I don’t know who put a coat on me, and someone took my arm and led me to the airport hall.
Tears blurred my vision, and I could barely see the faces of the people around me. I just choked up and said a few times: "Thank you..."
After all, there are more good people in this world. In such a cold early morning, they gave me a coat, kept me warm, and put a band-aid on the wound on my hand.
Even the taxi I took was stopped by kind people for me. I really regretted not wiping away my tears and seeing their faces clearly.
Sitting in the taxi, I cried and told the driver where I was going. The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror and asked, "Girl, what happened? Do you want me to help you contact your family?"
I shook my head, thinking I had no family here at all, but I couldn't say a word.
After crying for a while, my tears gradually dried up, and I turned my head and looked out the car window. Familiar scenery is everywhere, Night City, I'm back again.
The driver dropped me downstairs in the apartment and kindly asked me not to cry anymore. I thanked him, got off the car and walked towards the gate.
There were bumps and bumps along the way, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I was hurt both inside and out.
When I got back to the apartment, I kicked off my high heels and walked upstairs.
At midnight, I opened the wardrobe, took out all the clothes I bought and threw them on the bed. The suitcase is in the top cabinet, and I have to step on a chair to get to it.
I moved a chair downstairs, put my foot on it, and raised my head to open the top cabinet door. Maybe it was because I was moving up and down too hard. My eyes turned gray and I couldn't see anything immediately.
I stood motionless on the chair until five seconds later, when the grayness gradually faded away and the things in front of me became clear again. Then I started to raise my hand to take out the suitcase that had been inside for a long time.
When I was putting clothes in the suitcase, I was crying while packing them up. I started to work on it as soon as I walked in, and I kept tidying up until it was almost five o'clock or six o'clock outside, and it was already dark.
I looked at the large wardrobe that was still filled with most of the clothes and shopping bags, which had been given to me by Luo Xiangdong and his friends or girlfriends for a long time.
I don’t want to have anything to do with him anymore, so naturally I won’t take anything from him again.
Before leaving, I accidentally caught a glimpse of **'s doll, which was given to me by Kuang Yiyang. I leaned over and picked it up, then bent down and opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table. There is already a zombie doll inside.
I closed the drawer and dragged two large suitcases downstairs.
Before going out, I looked around the place where I had lived for more than half a year for the last time. I have slowly made this place into a home with my own hands. Now, I am forced to leave the house.