She walked quickly forward and pushed the people in front of her.
Her legs, which could not move so swiftly, at that moment moved as swiftly as any other ordinary
people to the eaves of the stage.
The women she pushed away, annoyedly said, "Get out of the way! Who are you? Why jump the
queue?"
The woman turned a deaf ear to the reproaching, and, using her own frail body, pushed her way
through the crowd to the front of the stage, "Kern! Come down!"
The man's deep eyes fell on her face, his hand paused, and the next second, he looked at her and
pulled his belt away.
He smiled at her.
“Do you want to drive me away?”
“You said it's good for me, but how you know what I want, and you want to decide for me?”
"Kern! Stop it! I won't bet!" She called to the stage in a gruff voice that sounded like a drake's.
"It’s too late." The man's lips moved.
He wouldn't leave. As long as he won, he wanted her to marry him!
The woman under the stage looked at the man on the stage. In her eyes, there was only him around
her.
The tide of memory surged back to her mind. At the moment, Kern... was just like her of that year!
Looking at him on the stage, she reminded her just like this on the stage three years ago. She had put
down her dignity, living like nothing.
She used to sell her soul like this.
But Kern shouldn't!
Kern couldn’t do that!
He and she were different.
She stumbled at her feet, held on to the stage, stood still, rubbed her temples and then climbed on the
stage in a most inelegant posture.
She reached the center stage, bent down to pick up the white shirt on the floor, reached over and
grabbed Kern's hand, which buttoned onto the zipper of his suit pants. "Follow me," she said.
There was not a trace of a joke on her face.
Kern was taken aback by her seriousness.
The audience complained, "Who are you? Are you sick? Go down." Someone else was going to stop
her.
She turned her head and glared at the audience.
"Shut up. He is my... man! I am going to take him away. Will you stop me?"
The man she had grabbed by the wrist behind her raised his head in surprise. Only the back of her
head could be seen in his direction.
His heart trembled a little.
His black eyes stared at her back, shining, and suddenly he pulled her into his arms, protecting her
down to the stage, pushing through the crowd to the door.
He pulled on his shirt and sat in the car in the cool night air.
"What you just said..."
"It was a quick fix, Mr. Lo, I apologize for today's incident. I am very sorry for my bad behavior for such
a joke."
The man on the driver's seat, who was full of enthusiasm, looked as if he was suddenly poured by a
basin of cold water, and his enthusiasm was gone without trace.
"Oh, you did give me a surprise... a cold surprise."
He smiled, "It's not your joke that hurt me. It's that you've been trying to get rid of me. Am I right?"
The woman was silent when the lie was exposed.
For a long time, she said, "I am not a child. You did it so obvious. How could I not see?”
“Then why did you leave no stone unturned to get rid of me! Kern's chest heaved, "I don’t think I am
inferior than the others. I am single, and so are you. Why can't you be with me!”
"Mr. Lo, you have to know that... It's for your own good."
“For my good?” The man wanted to laugh, but held back, "You know what I want? You're going to make
the decision for me?”
“Why do you think you're doing what's best for me?”
“Boss, did you ask my advice when you made these decisions?"
He demanded, breathing more violently.
He grasped tightly on the steering wheel.
"Boss! What are you so afraid of!" He questioned, but clearly knew her past, clearly knew that there
was a person in her heart.
Was there no way to get rid of that man?
He thought of it crazily, and jealousy flooded his mind. "Or, boss, did your past that suck?"
Suddenly, she was shocked!
“No!” She did not even think about it, and retorted back the next moment.
Her answer was so quick that even an innocent girl like Carol could tell she was hiding something.
Then Kern collected his mind, leaned back in his chair, slowly reached out his hand and rubbed his
face. "I'm sorry," Kern said, “I didn’t say the right things.”
Then the woman said, "It is cold. Let’s go back."
"Well."
They were silent all the way, and the woman had always lowered her head.
Until they arrived at the Memory Inn, they walked one after the other in the Inn.
Kern did not speak, but walked closely behind her, slowing his pace as she walked slowly.
Just outside the Memory Inn, the woman was about to walk in when a force hit her and all she heard
was, "I'm sorry."
The next second, there was warm breath on her lips.
She did not move this time, leaving him to kiss her.
At first, it was just a kiss, then the man became more and more anxious, more and more urgent, and
then... He let go of the woman's lips in despair, and rested his hands on her shoulders. He slightly bent
toward her, and rested against her, then he slowly lifted his head and saw that her lips were still wet.
But her eyes were still clear, clean, silently staring at him.
He smiled bitterly, and felt unwilling to give up in his heart, then his reluctance eventually turned into a
desperate question, "Don’t have any feeling for me at all?"
"You are an excellent man." she said.
He smiled in a self-mocking way... ‘But you don't like me, do you?’
Caden... Why could he win your love!
"I would never, ever give up on you." said Kern, then he slowly stood up and stared at the woman in
front of him, as if swearing.
Then he lifted his feet and left.
In a suburban villa in S city.
Franklin flipped through his Facebook as normal for no reason, not knowing what he was looking for.
He didn’t take a closer look at it, just thumbed the screen until he got tired and wanted to sleep.
Then he seemed to catch sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly, he rolled the
screen down again, hurriedly searching for something in his Facebook after another.
The next moment, he stopped and stared straight at the screen.
Clicking on the picture, zoomed in, zoomed in... Then his long and narrow eyes became bigger and
bigger, and he was breathing fast. he crawled out of bed immediately and didn't even have time to put
on his coat. He hurried to his study, opened the computer, and immediately found this photo again.
He saved it and then processing it.
Until the photograph was enlarged, he seemed to have come to life. Living like a walking dead in the
past three years, he finally woke up.
Then he called the person who post the photo, "Where did you take that picture?"
The person was puzzled, "What picture?"
"The newest one in your Facebook!" His eagerness could be passed to the person through the
microphone.
"In Dali ancient city. I have been there these days. This is shot in a side-street bar in Dali ancient city..."
"Wait for me, I will arrive at Dali tomorrow. Send me your address, I will find you."
"Ah? You're coming?"
Before he could ask, Franklin hung up the phone.
"Book the air ticket to Lijiang. The earliest class tomorrow, right."
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