Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The plane glided to a smooth landing.
Qiao Lian walked out of the airport, her face pale as though drained of blood.
She hailed a cab and headed towards her childhood home in Suzhou.
This city never seemed to change. It had the graceful and subtle trademarks of the water towns in Jiangnan.
Along the way, she turned to look at the street scenes, but her heart felt cold and bare.
In the eight years that she had been in Beijing, there wasn’t a moment that she hadn’t wished to be back here, to clear her parents’ names and unearth the truth behind the collapsed building.
But right now, she felt as though nothing could raise her spirits, and she felt completely exhausted.
She took a deep breath.
She patted her face lightly.
Qiao Lian, stop being so depressed.
Wasn’t not being able to be with Shen Liangchuan just a minor problem?
It wasn’t as though she had never fallen out of love, like she had done eight years ago.
So why behave like life had become meaningless without love?
You have a lot on your hands! Mom and Dad are waiting for you to clear their names!
At this thought, she straightened her posture and tried to look energized.
The driver asked, “Miss, where are you headed?”
Qiao Lian gave him the address of the cemetery.
With her suitcase in tow, she went to the cemetery and stood before her parents’ graves.
It had been eight years.
The tombstone looked clean and tidy, as though someone had been looking after it all this time.
She set her suitcase to the side, walked up to the side of the graves and sat down.
She stared blankly at the space in front of her.
“Dad, Mom, I’m here to see you.”
“Xiao Yi has gone overseas, and I’m sure he’ll make something good out of it.”
“Dad, Mom, I’m back here too. I’ll uncover the truth and clear your names.”
“Dad, Mom, I got married.”
“But I got a divorce too.”
“But it’s okay, just like eight years ago, Mom, you were right. Life is not only about love.”
Qiao Lian paused and laughed.
Then she hung her head and continued, “Mom, do you remember Zi Chuan?”
“He was the boy I had an online relationship with eight years ago. In the end, I gave him 100 thousand because we wanted to set up a team club. When you found out, you got angry at me and said that I trusted people too easily.”
“I still remember that you made me ask for that money back, and I even argued with you about that.”
“Later on, I had arranged to meet up with him in Beijing, but he didn’t turn up. Mom, you said that perhaps he was a conman and it had all been to get the 100 thousand. You even said it was ok to lose that money, to just take it as a life lesson.”
“At that time, I disagreed with you and said that Zi Chuan wasn’t that sort of person.”
“Eventually, he broke my heart. For the last eight years, I had not believed in love.”
“But now I understand, love is the most amazing thing in the world. He had endured so much for my sake… Oh, his name is Shen Liangchuan.”
“You’ve never met him. But if you were still alive, Mom, I’m sure that, like me, you would love him, and love his movies and tv series.”
Qiao Lian took out her cell phone and searched for his photo. She continued, “Mom, this is him. Isn’t he handsome?”
As soon as she said this, the cell phone rang.
The screen showed that is was Shen Liangchuan.
She looked at the screen steadily and, after a moment, she smiled and removed the phone’s SIM card.
Also at this point, outside the cemetery, a very large Bentley sedan pulled up slowly and stopped at the entrance. The overbearing frame of Lu Nanze emerged from within.
