Section 2

I cannot reveal my identity to her. If she is here to find Zhuo Yao and discovers that I am the one who took Zhuo Yao away, she will surely distrust me. If she were to act irrationally, how could I ease my conscience

I brewed myself a cup of jasmine tea, pondering her words about a good life. Is my life good?

"I am done washing, thank you." She walked out wearing my clothes, standing at the kitchen door. I turned to look at her and realized that what I had given her was a green knitted sweater.

"Why don't you ask me why I want to commit suicide?" She elegantly drank her milk after finishing half a bowl of noodles and suddenly posed this question to me

"May I stay here for a few days?" she asked

Those memories are indelible; will Zhuoyao also reminisce about his past with her, just like Ofei does

You have only been gone for a short while, everything is fine, you focus on your work, no need to worry about us, we will talk on the phone again in the evening

Are there any comic books? She has no interest in television programs

"No, I don't read comics." I lied; I wasn't foolish enough to bring out the comics drawn by Zhuo Yao to show her

She spoke of the man she loved, his preferences, character, and appearance, clearly it was Zhuo Yao

I waved my hand and said, "He is on a business trip and will return after a while"

Are you shedding tears? she asked me

"Every time I hear 'mademoiselle', I want to dance with you," she murmured to herself, realizing that this statement was not directed at me, but rather to the person she missed.

I turned off the speaker, switched on the television, and said: "The more I listen to music, the more melancholic I feel. Instead, let's watch television. There are Korean dramas, idol dramas, and period dramas. My favorite is suspense dramas. You can change the channel yourself."

I felt embarrassed, so I changed the subject and said: "Do you listen to music? I can play a song for you. Whenever I'm feeling down, I listen to music, and my mood quickly improves"

"Why commit suicide? You are so good-looking; what a pity it would be to die." I asked in a particularly vulgar and tasteless manner.

That's good. I must not wait until Zhuo Yao returns; she doesn't know me and it is impossible for her to cling on stubbornly. I will take advantage of these three or four days to give her a good ideological lesson, helping her regain hope in life, which can also be considered as assisting Zhuo Yao.

I lulled Li Hui to sleep, selected a few pieces of clothing suitable for her figure, and knocked on the bathroom door to hand them to her. She cautiously opened the door just a crack, took the clothes, and immediately shut the door quickly, as if she were afraid I would see something. We are all women; what difference does it make if I see something.

"Since you love each other so much, why did you still part ways?" I asked her. As far as I know, Ofei left Shanghai and left Zhuoyao after a great fire.

I turned on the speaker, and a French song played randomly, which was "Mademoiselle" by Berry. Both Zhuo Yao and I enjoy French, including listening to music. French is the most enchanting language for expressing love.

Clearly, she does not agree with my statement that listening to music can heal one's mood, yet she remains so graceful and polite

"In about three or four days, I will have figured some things out and will leave. You can rest assured that I will definitely leave before your husband returns," she said

"I also like green very much," she said, elegantly eating noodles. Her fingers were white and slender, and on her ring finger was a diamond ring. Has she gotten married?

She listened to the song, her face adorned with a charming smile. That smile, how familiar it is, so reminiscent of someone—Tong Zhuoyao, you deceived me, yet you claimed we had a couple's resemblance. The woman sitting before me is the one who truly shares a couple's resemblance with you

She said she really liked the layout of this small building, and how wonderful it is to live here with the man she loves. Strangely, she said some things to me but did not ask for my surname, my name, or where I am from, nor did she mention her own identity, as if we were long-lost friends.

She is a very gentle and beautiful woman, her features are even more exquisite than in the photos, and her figure is also exceptional. I have heard that she has worked as a yoga instructor, and her demeanor makes me feel somewhat inferior.

At this moment, I feel much like a humble clown attempting to pry into your past.

What is the relationship between the numerous questions, the appearance of Ophi, and suicide, and Zhuo Yao?

Men are likely to be fond of women who are reserved, gentle, and possess a beauty akin to jade

She smiles, and when she does, she looks even more beautiful, with a small canine tooth and two dimples. She says, "Am I pretty? That's just you being deceived by my face; I am very ugly, and you would be scared if you saw me."

"Have you arrived? How are you and the child on the way to the hospital?" he asked with concern

"Please come in, this is my home. First, take a shower, and I will get some clothes for you to change into." I escorted her to the bathroom, and she said nothing, simply following my instructions. Her long hair, wet and clinging to her face, prompted me to find her a clean, dry towel.

"Alright, I am hanging up." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone

I did not refuse; I was afraid that if I did, she might take her own life. I smiled and put on a particularly welcoming and festive demeanor, saying: "Alright, I have been feeling lonely taking care of the child by myself, so having you here is just right for me. However, how long do you plan to stay?"

My thoughts immediately jumped to that green dress; she is the owner of that green dress, Zhuo Yao's former lover. I felt a wave of anxiety as I noticed her pale complexion and damp hair. I said, "No need to be polite; fortunately, the clothes fit you perfectly. Come, have a bowl of noodles and a cup of hot milk to warm yourself and drive away the chill."

I am dying of jealousy, yet I still have to listen on

I am sitting on the sofa in the living room, my mind in a state of chaos, and I even plan to wear pearls; my life has suddenly become a tangled mess, and I cannot sort out my thoughts

Listening to another woman speak of Zhuo Yao's various merits, I was captivated; it turns out that I am not the only one who truly loves and understands Zhuo Yao.

Making noodles for your man's ex-girlfriend, and striving to make them delicious, Ruan Manjun, is there really no woman in the world more foolish and naive than you

No word can describe my feelings, as I watch a woman miss the man who belongs to me, the father of my child. Zhuo Yao once said: A woman who has loved me can never love another.

At that moment, Zhuo Yao's call came in. Fearing that she might overhear, I went to the courtyard to answer the phone

Zhuo Yao's insight is truly remarkable

The first time I saw a woman who ate so elegantly and beautifully, unlike me, who always devours my food, with grains of rice sticking to my chin and neck

The two of us, women, are in love with the same man. Ophi is completely unaware, lost in her own memories of the past with Zhuo Yao. As I listen, it feels like I am hearing someone else's love story. I am filled with melancholy; I thought Ophi was a thing of the past, yet I overlooked that the most precious aspect of a person's life is the memories of the past

Ah, no, I was just thinking about some things from the past. I shook my head, like a drenched dog trying to shake off the water from its body.

Zhuo Yao, that is a part of your past in which I did not participate

I am filled with jealousy, yet I cannot help but feel a sense of compassion for the woman before me. Such a woman can be classified as a miracle; her beauty is so striking that even women feel a sense of pity for her. She embodies the true essence of a socialite. The only women I can think of who possess a similar aura are Lin Huiyin and Lu Xiaoman.

Ofei loved Zhuoyao, will she fall in love with someone else again

I returned to the kitchen, made a steaming bowl of beef noodles, and heated the milk in the microwave

Where is your husband? Why isn't he at home? she asked, showing a certain curiosity about me

She politely said, "Okay"

She was taken aback, pulled back from her memories, and murmured: "Why did we have to part... Is it destined? I cannot become the happiest woman in the world; to be the woman standing behind him must require good fortune.

I held my phone, looked up and took a deep breath, maintaining my composure, pretending not to know her, after all, she does not know me. I should advise her well and, by the way, ask her what kind of story she has.

"Zhuo Yao, have you arrived in Shanghai?" I casually mentioned Zhuo Yao's name and quickly turned around, fearing that Oufei might hear.

He is a person who is domineering and devoted. I met him while studying abroad. He likes Bruce Lee and at one point, he even went to a martial arts school to learn Wing Chun. He got into a fight with four foreigners at school, and all the girls in the school were captivated by this Chinese man. He is tall and slender, and when he is calm, he sits in the center of the square drawing, while I feed the pigeons next to him, intentionally coaxing the pigeons onto his shoulder... She reminisced, as if speaking of a man and a story that had nothing to do with me. He is tall and slender, and when he is calm, he sits in the center of the square drawing, while I feed the pigeons next to him, intentionally coaxing the pigeons onto his shoulder... She reminisced, as if speaking of a man and a story that had nothing to do with me.