C119 Farewell to Life and Death

Qu Cunzi never knew that finding a person was such a difficult thing.

In this world, there were countless women called Li Xiaobao, but none of them were the women he was looking for.

When he thought of searching for her picture, he realized that he couldn't find a single one.

He had never taken a picture with her, never seen her take a picture, let alone a self-portrait.

In such a digital age of internet development, a woman without photos is inconceivable. Even the human search seemed less effective.

Just like how she never used her cell phone, never went online, and had nothing to do with all modern products.

The newest cell phone he'd given her had run out of battery power for the first time, and it hadn't been recharged yet.

He had not received any phone calls either.

He had never called her.

In fact, he was the only one in the world who knew the number.

He didn't need to call her then.

The bird in the golden silk cage, how could she be worthy of him calling her to say anything?

He said: Li Xiaobao, you are the only person in this world who doesn't have a phone. I will call you in the future. However, he never fulfilled her promise.

Everything he had said to her had been a lie.

Even her papers.

He then remembered that he had never seen her ID card, account book, diploma... Nothing. He didn't even know where she came from or where she lived.

Because he didn't care, he didn't care.

Only when he needed it did he know that everything was a mystery.

Maybe, she was not.

Perhaps, she had never appeared before.

Perhaps all of this was just his imagination.

Perhaps he had just had a very, very long dream. Dreams and reality were indistinguishable.

There was only the bloodstain on the bed – the sheets were still the same, dry and tragic … It seeped in deeply and became the mark of a tragedy that could never be erased in this luxurious golden room …

He searched frantically for half a month, but to no avail.

Until he was exhausted.

The reason why he was looking for her was for nothing but to ask her, "Little Treasure, are you still in pain …"

So much blood, so much tragic wailing. He only wanted to confirm, was that pain already past …

She did not give him such a simple wish.

Jiang Yueming went to the Wutong Xuan to look for him.

He was asleep, unshaven, still in his shoes, lying on the bed. Above, under the crook of his leg, were large, revolting patches of dried blood.

In the past, he was a man who loved cleanliness. He never wanted to see a woman dirty.

Now, he was even dirtier than a tramp.

She had married him for half a month, and this was the first time they had met.

The newlyweds, the entertainment headlines, described them as goddesses, fans speculated about the discussion, where would they spend their honeymoon: the fine white sand of the Maldives? Is this the last fairytale world of the Grand River? A sunny Hawaii? Or is it the mysterious Antarctica?

One was the crown prince of the wealthy and the other was the United States. A superb celebrity. A perfect match made in heaven. People thought, how happy would the two of them be these days?

However, what they didn't know was that this was the first time Jiang Yueming saw this man after he was married.

She did not call him, but only looked at him.

He fell asleep, his face unspeakably haggard, but very, very tired.

She sat for a long time, patiently waiting for him to wake up.

Then, he woke up.

The light was blinding, and he looked at her blankly.