Chapter 419: Chapter 416
He looked at her deeply and did not ask what was inside, but simply took it from her, his fingers unwinding the thread wrapped around the folder.
Then, he opened the brown paper folder and saw what was inside.
At that moment, Lu Xiao’s body suddenly froze.
The motion in his hands stiffened at that instant.
He slowly shifted his gaze towards Wen Xian.
The deepening smile on Wen Xian’s lips gradually faded as she looked at him, tenderly and earnestly, she slowly said:
“Lu Xiao, I can’t wait to marry you.”
That day, the sunlight was just right.
Wen Xian and he stood at the junction of a courtyard alley in Beijing.
The hustle and bustle of the city was utterly vivid with streams of cars and horses and the lively scenes of human life.
In Lu Xiao’s hands, he held not something else, but her household registration book.
She had mailed her household registration book from Shanghai, ready to come and register their marriage with him.
At that moment, he couldn’t say anything else.
He just pulled her in, holding her tightly in his arms.
His arms tightened, gripping her household registration book firmly.
Finally, he kissed the forehead and then spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, he said:
“Wen Xian, you’re entrusting your entire life to me, I won’t let you lose.”
She didn’t speak, just leaned against his chest and smiled tenderly.
She believed in him, always would.
She didn’t know how much longer Lu Xiao would stay in Beijing, perhaps not much time remained.
But she thought, once she finished this scene, she would take some time to rest, away from the noise of the big city, go to Qinghai, find him.
Find a comfortable place for herself, bask in the sun every day, read books, cook delicious meals, and—
Wait for him to come back.
In a modest apartment.
As usual, she bathed, dried her hair, and tidied up everything in the room.
Near the balcony, all sorts of flowers sat, soaking up the sunshine.
She sat at the table in her room and wrote the one thousand and third diary entry.
That day marked the third anniversary of his death.
Opening the previous page in her diary, she wrote:
“Ayan, how are you doing there, time passes so quickly, in a flash you are already thirty, do you still remember the day we first met…”
Several hundred characters were written in her elegant handwriting.
She opened that page and began to write, slow yet resolute.
Today seemed no different from any other day.
But after she finished writing that sentence, she slowly stood up.
The wind blew through the window, fluttering the curtains. Unnoticed, a chair inside the bedroom suddenly thudded to the floor.
The wind was strong, causing the pages of the diary on the table to rustle loudly, flipping rapidly one after another.
As though retracing each of the one thousand and three days, each bringing an end to a memory from three years ago…
Finally, the diary opened to the last page, where there was only one sentence:
Ayan…I’m coming to see you.
In her bedside drawer, there was still a small bottle of paroxetine hydrochloride.
Used specifically for treating depression.
When Wen Xian finished shooting the last scene, she still remained deeply immersed in it, unable to pull herself away.
With tear-swollen eyes, Sister Ling and the assistant quickly came over with tissues to wipe her face.
Meanwhile, a man stood not far away, motionless.