Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[...There are too many memories of you in this city. I canât bear to leave this place but I must force myself to give up...]
Mu Yancheng dashed out of the hotel and onto the streets to hail a cab. As he hurried along, he kept trying to reach her phone repeatedly.
Alas, the line would not go through. The unceasing dial tone only unsettled him more.
He did not realize how important the woman was to him until this point.
Men could be so cheap, sometimes!
She had to leave him for good before he understood her significance in his life.
The moment he realized that he would not have her next to him anymore, he was so distraught that he lost all rationality!
It was not as if he had not considered parting ways with her previously. In fact, he was firm on his decision to break up with her at first, but a desperate sense of hopelessness consumed him when the breakup happened for real.
It felt like the end of the world.
Memories of their shared life kept replaying in his mind, and his breathing hastened.
I mustnât let her go!
The content of the message slipped into his mind gradually.
[Donât look for me; Iâll pretend that our past has never existed. Iâll forget you, and in return, youâll forget me too, wonât you?]
Standing in the middle of the streets, he desperately tried to get a cab, but no taxi was willing to stop with him looking wet and awkward.
Finally, a taxi was willing to pick him up at last.
The man was no longer hesitant. He got in the vehicle, and once inside the backseat, he instructed, âTo Fengchen International!â
The driver turned his head and glanced wordlessly at him; he was wet and dripping water all over the car seat. The driver could not help frowning at the sight. âOh, boy; sir, you are all wet! Now, you have dirtied my seat, too!â
He simply told him, âIâll pay for carwash.â
âThis... isnât the issue about the carwash fee! We canât afford to waste a minute of our time in this line. Time is money! Sending the car to the carwash will mean that Iâll have less chance to make a few hundred yuan!â
The man knitted his brows and started to search his outer pocket. Luckily, his coat was not wet and he managed to pull out a stack of cash. He passed the stack to the man in front. It was more than a thousand yuan. This should be enough, or so he thought.
âPlease, I really have a really important matter to attend to! If this money isnât enough for you, you can leave your account number with me, and Iâll transfer some more to you later.â
âOh, well, never mind! Just take it as a favor from me,â told the driver to him grudgingly as he took the cash and started the meter.
Mu Yancheng started dialing Meng Qingxueâs number again.
Nobody answered the phone, still.
The man could not stop fidgeting as he urged the taxi driver to go faster. âMister, can you please go faster!â
The driver looked at him in resignation. âYoung chap, Iâm already going as fast as I can! As you know, the congestion in the city can be pretty bad; you donât expect me to beat the red light, do you? Besides, there are so many speed detectors along the road, so Iâll be in deep sh*t if my vehicle is caught violating traffic rules!â
He could only clench his fists in vexation at that.
Stealing a glance at him, the driver spoke half-jokingly. âAre you in a hurry to catch your wife who left home because she was pissed at you?â
â...â
âDonât worry! Even if she walked out on you, there arenât many places she can return to except her parentsâ place.â
Her parentsâ place?!
Sheâs got none.
She had no home other than him. Where else could she go?