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After ten years together, Shang Li noticed everything had changed, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started.
Perhaps it was the increasingly brief chat histories, or perhaps it was the growing impatience in Meng Yuan’s tone.
Gradually, even when lying side by side in the same bed, Meng Yuan no longer wanted to hold her or kiss her so close yet separated by an insurmountable chasm.
At first, Shang Li thought this was an inevitable phase all couples went through. As long as she didn’t give up, once the coldness faded, they would emerge with even fiercer love.
It wasn’t until the end, when she saw the screenshots of Meng Yuan’s chat with a friend, “boring,” “want to break up” that it finally dawned on her: perhaps Meng Yuan simply didn’t love her anymore. That was all.
But why was it that the one who fell in love first stopped loving, while the one who fell later couldn’t let go?
On the day she decided to leave, Shang Li sent a bouquet of flowers to Meng Yuan, who was filming deep in the mountains, wishing her a bright future.
Only, from that day onward, in Meng Yuan’s radiant future, there would no longer be a Shang Li.
That night, Shang Li walked calmly and resolutely into the rainy night, fading completely from Meng Yuan’s life.
After ten years together, Meng Yuan thought her love for Shang Li had been worn down by time. Day in and day out, the passion and excitement of the past were gone.
She thought she might no longer love Shang Li. Even on the day Shang Li left, she still believed so.
Yet, not long after, emotions surged back like a colossal wave rising from the receding tide. Longing for Shang Li overwhelmed and consumed her in an instant.
Only then did she realize what Shang Li meant to her—she was her breath, her heartbeat, something so habitual she had casually discarded, only to realize in heart-wrenching pain that she could never let go.
The day she begged Shang Li to come back was also a night of torrential rain.
Shang Li remained as gentle as ever, but her words felt like a thousand cuts: “Little Yuan, may you soar high. You’ll meet someone better in the future.”
The tightly clasped hands slowly pulled away. Step by step, Shang Li walked into the distance, leaving that rainy night behind.
And Meng Yuan, like a bird with broken wings, her battered body drenched by the night’s rain, never dried again from that day on.
How could she… how could she have lost her?
Mini Scene:
Before giving up:
“Yuan Yuan, I have something to tell you.”
Meng Yuan pulled the blanket over herself and turned away. “I’m a bit tired today. Let’s talk another time.”
Shang Li bit her lip, nodded silently, lay down, moved closer, and carefully wrapped her arms around Meng Yuan’s waist.
Before she could hold her firmly, Meng Yuan shifted to the edge of the bed, murmuring sleepily, “It’s a bit hot. Let’s not hug.”
The air conditioner was set to 21°C. Wrapped in a thin blanket, Shang Li couldn’t feel a trace of warmth.
After giving up:
Due to work, Shang Li participated in a variety show and played games with a female celebrity.
Returning home, in the dimly lit hallway, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around her waist. Meng Yuan, voice choked with tears, pleaded softly, “Sis, I regret it. I really regret it. Please, please don’t hug her. Hug me… hug me instead, okay?”
By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
One-Line Summary: The Seven-Year Itch, Pursuing Love in the Crematorium
Theme: Endure the mundane to uncover true wisdom.
