Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 128 Bow Hair Clip

Jiang Rourou didn't tell anyone about her embarrassing affair, not even Jiang Xue.

She locked herself in her room for two days, not because she had been humiliated, but because Xiao Jiayang had ruthlessly abandoned her.

Later, she realized that she shouldn't have fallen so low. She had been in a relationship with Xiao Jiayang for so long, and she didn't believe he would be willing to give her up. He must have been too angry, which was why he said those harsh words.

Therefore, Jiang Rourou dressed up carefully, put on her most exquisite makeup, and wore her most beautiful clothes, preparing to go and reconcile with Xiao Jiayang.

She was quite confident; at worst, she could work harder and put in more effort to win Xiao Jiayang's favor.

As she was leaving, she ran into Nan Wu returning from outside. The two walked towards each other, and before Jiang Rourou could even muster any momentum, Nan Wu gave her a disdainful smile.

She glared at Nan Wu's retreating figure with a vicious look in her eyes.

Nanwu, you're the one who made me look like this today. I'll make you pay for this tenfold sooner or later. Just you wait.

After showering, Nan Wu stood by the window drying her hair. Although Xiao Shen was crazy, he was always very measured. Apart from one or two times when he lost control, he never left any marks on her exposed skin.

It's just that... both legs hurt a bit, and my thighs feel like they've been split open. If I take a big step, they feel like they're going to fall apart.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a swaying figure under the tree in front of the villa.

She then received a text message from an unknown number.

Come out here for a moment!

She had a feeling it was someone.

We lost contact long ago, so why bother getting entangled again four years later?

Nan Wu didn't want to see him, but half an hour later, she found that the figure was still there. After some thought, she put on her coat and tiptoed downstairs.

"What are you doing here?" Nan Wu asked coldly, turning her face away and refusing to even look at him.

Beneath the black mask, Ning Zhiyuan's eyes were gentle and warm, like a gentle breeze that lingered for a long time. Even though she was standing just two meters away, she felt as if she were so far away.

It turns out that four years really can change a person's place in another's heart. After all, he left without any warning, leaving her alone to grieve. Anyone would find it hard to forgive him.

Standing before Nan Wu once again, Ning Zhiyuan dared not hope for anything, and he never even imagined that they would meet again one day.

He owes her something he can never repay, even in a lifetime.

"There's something I've been saving for four years, and today I can finally give it away!"

Nanwu opened her palm, revealing an acrylic bow hair clip.

My memory regressed to four years ago.

That day, she took Ning Zhiyuan shopping with her. At a roadside stall selling handmade jewelry, she immediately took a liking to a bow hair clip.

Nan Wu's hair was long and smooth, perfectly matching the bow hair clip. She was the most beautiful girl Ning Zhiyuan had ever seen wearing a bow hair clip.

However, the stall owner told her that the hair clip was custom-made by another customer, and if she liked it, she could make another one and she could pick it up in three days.

However, they never saw the stall owner again three days later.

Neither of them mentioned it again. Nan Wu never expected that she would receive something she couldn't buy four years ago. She looked up at Ning Zhiyuan, her brows furrowed, "How...how did you buy it?"

"Actually, after that, I would go there every few days to try my luck! But things didn't go as planned. But I always believed that the stall owner would reappear. Later, when I returned to China, I happened to pass by and saw the stall owner again. But it wasn't him, it was his nephew. He couldn't make the hair clip you liked either. His nephew told me that the stall owner had gone to recuperate because of a sudden serious illness, which is why he hadn't come out all these years. So I went to his house. I knew that it was all too late, so I never dared to go to you, let alone give it to you. Sakura, about what happened before... I'm sorry, I owe you an apology!"

Ning Zhiyuan spoke calmly, but his eyes were bloodshot, revealing a heartbreaking sorrow.

"Are you finished?"

Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback. Before he could understand what was going on, he saw Nan Wu raise her hand, and the bow hair clip disappeared in an arc in the darkness.

"You're telling me all this just to prove that even though you left without saying goodbye, you never forgot me, right? It's been four years, Ning Zhiyuan. What's the point of you doing and saying all this now?" Nan Wu patted non-existent dust off her hands, her tone revealing indifference towards everything.

Ning Zhiyuan watched helplessly as his only hope was abandoned, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed, riddled with holes, and utterly devastated.

"Sakura, I..."

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Nan Wu asked impatiently. "Since there isn't, I hope you won't bother me again. Oh, and if you feel bad for me, I hope you'll keep my previous identity a secret as compensation. Thank you!"

"Sakura, things aren't actually as they seem!"

Nan Wu paused, turned around, and the cool moonlight shone on her face, making her less charming and more pure and serene.

Ning Zhiyuan was mesmerized; for a moment, he had the illusion of returning to four years ago.

She was in this state when he first met her.

"Believe me, I didn't mean to leave you, I... had no choice!" Heaven knows how restrained and controlled he was when he said "had no choice."

Nan Wu smiled, her lips curving upwards. "That only represents your experience, but it cannot erase the harm it caused me. If that can be forgiven, then there is no regret for the whole day!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The night remained still, with a cool breeze blowing in gusts.

Ning Zhiyuan stood there, his heart feeling as if it were frozen and he was about to suffocate.

He closed his eyes and suddenly laughed—a laugh filled with heartache, helplessness, and sorrow.

Ning Zhiyuan stood under the tree, gazing up at the window of Nan Wu's room, reluctant to leave for a long time. He only left after the light inside went out.

In the shadows not far away, two headlights flashed, and then a person got out. After a moment, the person walked to the rear window and said, "Young master, the item has been found!"

Jiang Rourou arrived at her and Xiao Jiayang's love nest with great anticipation.

Before entering, she touched up her makeup again, then placed the electronic door opener on top, and with a beep, the door opened.

“Brother Jiayang, Jia…”

Jiang Rourou's smile vanished instantly, and she glared hostilely at the girl who came out of the bathroom. "It's you? What are you doing here?"

The red-haired girl looked at him with disdain and curled her lip, saying, "I'm Jia Yang's woman. His place is my place. It's perfectly natural for me to be here, or even to be lying in his bed!"

"But you, even after Jia Yang kicked you out, how come you still have your key card? Give it to me right now, or I'll report you for trespassing!"

The girl tried to snatch it, but Jiang Rourou shoved her hard, saying, "Who do you think you are, asking me for something that Jia Yang gave me?"