“A new… life?”
Liang Rou’s hands were trembling.
She had never imagined that one day she would truly become another person, forge a new identity, and escape from Wen Xiaoliang’s side.
So, after a brief moment of thought, she decisively wrote down the characters “凉柔.” The handwriting was crooked and uneven, entirely a result of her overwhelming excitement.
After finishing these two characters, Liang Rou clasped her hands together and knelt on the ground with reverence, praying for a miracle to happen.
After silently counting to sixty, she slowly opened her eyes, her heart pounding wildly, afraid to see something that would disappoint her.
However, the scene before her stunned Liang Rou once again.
A brand-new ID Card appeared right in front of her.
At the same time, she found a new Household Registration Book and a new Phone.
“Is this… some kind of supernatural power?”
She could hardly believe her eyes.
But the miracle had happened. Trembling, Liang Rou grabbed the ID Card and the other items, slipping them into her pocket.
She glanced back once more at the Liang Rou lying on the bed, then, with resolute determination, left behind only her back.
She turned off the surveillance, didn’t take any pairs of shoes, and ran barefoot—only wearing socks—down the hallway.
Besides the ID Card, Household Registration Book, and the newly appeared Phone, she didn’t take anything else.
Outside the door was fresh air, the unique scent of freedom belonging solely to her.
Liang Rou hurriedly ran downstairs, out of the residential complex, and away from this place that had trapped her for five long years—the terrifying prison called “love” and “responsibility.”
She was no longer Wen Xiaoliang’s lover.
She was herself.
She was Liang Rou—the master of her own life.
“Ha ha ha ha ha!!”
Liang Rou laughed, running down the empty street like a monkey escaped from the zoo. In the dead of night, the sound was almost eerie.
“I’m finally free!”
She laughed until tears came, but didn’t wipe them away.
She let them stream down her cheeks until they fell to the ground.
She entered a 24-hour Convenience Store, grabbed a pair of slippers from the shelves, paid quickly, and rushed to the Train Station.
She absolutely couldn’t stay here any longer.
Besides the fear of being discovered by Wen Xiaoliang, she was afraid that staying in this familiar city would only trap her in shadows.
Changing cities meant truly changing her life.
Liang Rou bought the soonest available ticket.
After passing the ticket check, the moment she stepped onto the platform, everything she had experienced felt unreal.
“Is this really not a dream?” she asked herself.
The only answer was the sharp pain from pinching her arm.
Liang Rou boarded the High-Speed Train, spending money she didn’t know where she had gotten.
But it didn’t matter—anything was worth it if it meant escape.
Her seat was by the window.
Her temple rested against the glass as she blankly stared at the familiar Train Station.
“Goodbye…”
She murmured, unsure if she was speaking to herself, to the city, or perhaps to the woman she once loved most—Wen Xiaoliang. Well, she still loved her.
If Wen Xiaoliang hadn’t been such an extreme personality—“white moonlight + first love + working to support her boyfriend + saving his life + beautiful + loving him like her life depended on it”—any one of those labels alone would have been a killer. Among them, “beautiful” was the most dispensable.
But.
There are no “ifs.”
A bitter smile appeared on Liang Rou’s face as she slowly closed her eyes, refusing to look outside anymore.
“Dear…”
The High-Speed Train began moving.
Liang Rou opened her eyes again, watching the station grow smaller in the distance.
A seemingly relieved smile appeared, though it was filled with helplessness.
“Sorry, Yan Fu, I was too selfish.”
I know you can’t do without me. I know you would collapse without me.
But if I stayed by your side any longer, I would kill myself… I would die.
Liang Rou gently waved at the window, shedding a tear.
What she didn’t notice was that in another carriage, a familiar, short figure quietly watched her from the shadows, and in the end, got off the train with her.
The memory ended here.
Liang Rou burst into tears.
“Boy’s tears don’t fall lightly,” but now she cried like a child.
She was furious! She had already broken free.
She had already started a happy life.
So why did Wen Xiaoliang chase after her again? What made her angrier and sadder was that her heart still beat for that woman.
Liang Rou cried on one side, while Xia Rui listened on the other, stunned.
At first, she thought her earphones were broken, but then realized it was the sharp sobbing of her senior.
“What happened?”
Xia Rui grew anxious and restless.
She wanted to drive over to check or call to ask about the situation, but that would be too suspicious… so she could only hold her head and think hard.
After a while, a sudden thought struck her—could it be that her senior was heartbroken over breaking up with her girlfriend?
The thought made Xia Rui happy at first, but then she reconsidered.
She hadn’t heard any arguments between them, so it didn’t seem likely… unless they had a fight on Moments?
Xia Rui paced around her room, unable to figure out the cause.
“Sigh, forget it. I’ll wait for senior to calm down, then call her. Asking now would only bother her and wouldn’t help,” Xia Rui sighed and sat back down.
Just hearing Liang Rou cry made her heart ache. She pitied her senior.
What kind of suffering had her senior endured? What grievances? She wanted to solve or share them…
Xia Rui truly liked Liang Rou—not a fleeting fancy, but a genuine affection.
Maybe it started as a shallow crush at first sight, but after a month of spending time together, Xia Rui had completely fallen for this hardworking, gentle, humorous, and adorable girl.
Liang Rou’s crying gradually softened and eventually stopped altogether.
Sometimes, letting your emotions out completely is the right choice.
After crying, she felt much better. Liang Rou blew her nose hard twice and tossed the used tissues into the trash bin.
Crying made her hungry.
No matter how sad she was, she still needed to eat a late-night snack. After all, she had expended a lot of energy crying so much.
So, Liang Rou ordered takeout.
About twenty minutes passed. The food hadn’t arrived yet, but Xia Rui’s call came instead.
“Hello?”
Liang Rou felt the voice on the other end sounded a little cautious.
“What’s wrong?” Liang Rou asked.