But the regret is, she is Tang Wu.
Although she is now Shi Mei, the real Shi Mei had died long ago under the Shi Family’s pressure.
Died of foolishness, died of insignificance!
She knew Shi Mei’s dependency on Lin Hang, and she knew Lin Hang’s feelings for Shi Mei, but, it had been nearly a year since the incident, with so many of their classmates having mouths to talk, had Lin Hang not received any news at all?
If Lin Hang had returned half a year earlier, perhaps the original Shi Mei might not have died at all.
Now, it was too late to say anything.
Shi Mei’s face showed grievance as she struggled fiercely, making a move as if she were about to cry, "Don’t do this, I don’t like being hugged, wuwuwu ..."
Lin Hang heard such a naive and foolish cry, and his face was filled with even more guilt and self-reproach.
After letting her go, Shi Mei immediately backed away as if she was startled by something.
Lin Hang knew he might have frightened her, and he quickly said, "Don’t be scared, I’m not a bad person!"
But Shi Mei wouldn’t listen, her bright, watery eyes looked at him accusingly as if condemning his wrongs; she stepped backward and reached for the door.
Lin Hang hurriedly stepped forward to grab her hand, calling out softly, "Shi Mei, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, just wait a second, sit down for a while, okay? I’ll buy you a cake."
Shi Mei pouted, her eyebrows knit together, shaking her head in fear, "No, I want to go home, I want to find my husband ..."
Lin Hang saw her looking just like a child, and his eyes couldn’t help but redden; he gently pulled her hand and asked softly, "The husband you mentioned, is it Shi Lingyan?"
Shi Mei sniffled and wiped her eyes with her other hand before nodding.
The wide brim of her pink hat made her face look even more tender and adorable.
Her complexion was healthy, pale with a hint of flush, and although she was plainly not wearing makeup, that little face had not a single flaw, utterly perfect and beautiful.
Completely different from before.
The previous Shi Mei often fainted from low blood sugar, her face usually pale, devoid of color.
She didn’t cry and rarely smiled.
When she looked at him, it was always quiet, her eyes tired and red with blood vessels from working and studying late into the night.
She wouldn’t accept his help, refused his breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and rejected all of his money.
The only thing she didn’t refuse was his kindness.
It was him who had pestered her from the first year of high school until the third year, finally warming up that unyielding stone.
Later on, she would always look at him tenderly and say, "Brother Heng, when I grow up, marry me."
Lin Hang had said, "Okay."
But in just a few short years, everything had changed.
She married someone else, to that very shining star in Yan City, even in the entire Xia Country.
And he, his wings yet unfledged.
Lin Hang looked at her, gently pinching her hand—which was now so much softer than it had been—"Does he treat you well?"
Shi Mei seemed to resist his touch, always trying to pull her hand back, but Lin Hang, as if determined, would not let go no matter what.
Shi Mei hesitated for a moment before nodding and said, "Husband treats me the best."
"Like!" Without a moment’s hesitation.
Lin Hang felt like he was humiliating himself, but he couldn’t help asking, "And do you ... do you still remember me?"
Shi Mei hesitated once more, looking at Lin Hang’s sorrowful expression, she cautiously said, "I remember, you are Brother Heng."
A look of surprised joy burst from Lin Hang’s eyes.
"But Shi Mei can’t be with other men, or else husband will be angry."
Lin Hang’s heart wrenched painfully.
She remembered him, but she liked someone else more.
That made him feel more desperate than if she had completely forgotten him.