"This latest service really was comfortable, Ling Momo had dozed off in a drowsy stupor, only semi-awake when a staffer brought in some essential oils. The door wasn’t closed, and the sound of high heels clicked down the hallway, accompanied by a complimentary voice: ’Miss Jian, are you only doing a facial like usual today?’"
Immediately followed by Jian Chenxi’s crisp and clear voice, "No, I’ll go for the full body treatment."
Then the staffer left, and the door was closed, silencing the room once more.
The beautician, who was massaging Ling Momo, saw that her eyes were open and said softly, "Miss Jian has been coming quite frequently lately!"
Momo just grunted, showing little interest.
The beautician didn’t notice Ling Momo’s lack of enthusiasm and continued, "I hear she’s getting married to Lu Niange. She mentioned it last time she was here."
Momo stiffened up suddenly, and the beautician couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the matter? Miss Ling, did I hurt you?"
"No." Ling Momo snapped out of it, replied indifferently, then turned her face and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep again. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novęlfire.net
The beautician then stopped talking.
When Ling Momo was done and ready to leave, she happened to see Jian Chenxi at the front desk paying with her card. The cashier seemed familiar, speaking with a jolly tone tinged with appeasement: "Miss Jian, best wishes for your upcoming wedding."
"Thank you, but it’s not over just yet!" Jian Chenxi returned a bright smile, took her card, and walked out in her heels.
Ling Momo stepped up, showed her own card, and then left as well.
Outside, it wasn’t completely dark yet, but many lights were already shining, and cars were passing by on the road. Momo watched the bustling evening approach, curved her lips slightly, and hailed a taxi while walking forward.
As Ling Momo hailed a taxi, she happened to see Lu Niange driving past with a grinning Jian Chenxi seated inside. Momo zoned out briefly before bending down to get into the cab.
The car drove in the opposite direction, and Ling Momo watched out the window, thinking that Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi were going to get married.
Jian Chenxi got her wish, having chased after Lu Niange so long, she could finally marry him.
Once, Momo had thought herself might become Lu Niange’s wife.
Actually, Ling Momo really wasn’t upset, just a bit reflective upon hearing that Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi were getting married.
After the reflection came a touch of sadness.
The boy she had loved deeply, chased after, been sad and desperate over was now going to be someone else’s husband, and Enson, who had silently stolen her heart, had become a stranger after parting ways.
Hence, in this world, she really was alone.
By the time Ling Momo got to her apartment complex, it was already half past six. She realized she hadn’t eaten lunch yet, her stomach was somewhat hungry, and since she was alone, she didn’t want to dine out but opted to go to the supermarket instead.
In the supermarket, Ling Momo saw a young couple, the guy pushing the cart while the girl picked out items carefully. She stood dazed for a while, then silently grabbed a few boxes of instant noodles, paid, and left.
As Ling Momo walked down the pathway in her complex, carrying the instant noodles, she couldn’t help feeling a bit sad, sensing that she was a person abandoned by the whole world.