Chapter 102

He only felt his scalp go numb, and his mind boomed, but he could no longer hear anything. His eyes were filled with these four words, his mind was filled with them, and he just stared at that small piece of cloth without being able to move at all.

So it turned out that she had always been by his side, and in these past five years, she had never left him.

He couldn't be blamed. Even after five years, he still couldn't forget about her. He couldn't be blamed for having his beloved fiancée by his side for the past five years, but he would still dream of her in the dark night.

He could not complain, he did not want to see everything that was related to her, because those things would all pierce his sore spot and reveal his true feelings, which he did not want to face.

It turned out that when she married him, she gave him her heart and her people. When she divorced, her people left, but her heart followed him to the other side of the ocean.

Meng Shaoting could almost imagine how he would feel when she bought this woolen sweater on her birthday, but that night, he casually tossed over his worthless birthday present and went to Conquering Clouds.

He's in America. She slept soundly in the cold room.

What was she thinking of when she had embroidered their names? Did she think that if her name was always with his, and that she was stitched in a place he couldn't see, she and he would be together forever?

All the memories came flooding in like a tide at the banquet. She pretended to be drunk. When she first made love to him, when she threw herself on his back and did not hesitate to save him, when she was on the verge of death in Hainan, she smiled as she watched Fu Jingyan make eye contact with him. When she shyly confessed to him in the coffee shop, during the last week before they parted ways, she enjoyed being under him and asked him in bewilderment whether he liked her …

That last night, in the midst of the snow, she made a snowman at Little Spring's place and wrote a big line of words on the snowy ground. She came here alone, and went there alone.

Her father, who doted on her the most, left her and would never see him again in his life. Her sister, whom he doted on the most, betrayed her. What a fatal blow.

In so many separate days. Did she get a day's sleep every night and day?

Even though he hated her for abandoning their child, even though he hated her for coveting money, those meagre grudges did not erode his heart in these five years. Instead, it was a little bit between them that was eternally remembered by him.

He had already remembered her in his heart.

Meng Shaoting slowly squatted down and picked up the small piece of cloth. He placed it on his palm and washed the black cloth until it turned white.

It was just that he and she had long since missed each other in the long flow of time.

"It was sewn into the label on the inside of the dress. I found it this morning." Man Jun suddenly said softly. Her tears stopped, but she still tried her best to smile with some sadness: "This was sewed by Fu Jingzhi, right?"

"Yes, these clothes are also the only thing she gave me." She retracted her five fingers and held the small piece of cloth in her palm. After a long time, when Man Jun thought that he did not intend to speak again, he finally let out a long sigh, turned around, and said with a lowered head, "Man Jun, hurry up and pack up."

"I... Do I have to go back with you? " Man Jun looked at him in shock. Seeing his reaction just now, her heart had long ago turned cold, she thought that there was no need for her to return with him. Who knew that she would still have the chance to stay by his side? He had been unwilling to abandon it for the past few years, as this was his favorite woolen sweater. When she looked at it in the morning, she thought, if she were to secretly throw it away and buy another similar one, if he did not find out that she was wearing a new one, then it would mean that he did not care about it at all. But …

"Why not go back?" Meng Shaoting felt that his voice and body were extremely weak. His body was somewhat stiff as he caressed Man Jun's hair, "You're my fiancee, you're going to be my wife soon. Why would I leave you behind?"

Man Jun's tears suddenly flowed out as she looked at him foolishly, "Then … "That …"

"It's all over." Meng Shaoting wiped her tears and lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes cast a large shadow over his face, making it difficult for Man Jun to see his expression clearly.

"Even if it is, what really happened in the past is already a thing of the past. What is happening to me now is you, Man Jun, don't think too much, go and pack your things, we are about to set off."

Man Jun did not ask any further, nor did she say anything else. She looked foolish, but actually, she knew more that it was easier to be happy if she was a little silly and pretended to be a little muddled than to see everything clearly.

The plane glided across the sky in a long, lingering streak.

And that city, that man, had been separated for five years.

He seemed to be passively waiting for someone to give him a reason to go back in the open.

fell asleep while covering himself with the blanket. He reached out to put her exposed arm inside the blanket, and she snuggled into his embrace in her sleep.

Meng Shaoting looked at Man Jun's sleeping face, his heart felt as though it was pressed against a heavy boulder, as he gasped for breath. Even after taking a breather, they still found it difficult.

It was only a twelve-hour trip from Los Angeles to China.

He had walked for a full five years on the road of twelve hours.

Meng Shaoting thought, what was he hoping for, and what was he afraid of? Everything was in that familiar and unfamiliar land.