"You told me last night that you and him were getting married." Mu Wan stood and looked at her intently.
"Yes, but he also told me last night that he doesn't love me anymore." Yuan Yanran smiled lightly, "He can't marry me because he has someone else to marry."
Mu Wan was confused for a moment. Although she didn't know Duan Zhian well, she could see how he and Yuan Yanran fell in love. Once, they outsourced a job in Belfast with their mentor.
There was a heavy snowfall in Belfast that time, and the planes were grounded. They were trapped in a small town, and Yuan Yanran made a phone call to Duan Zhian. Who knew that he would show up at her phone the next afternoon?
before.
Later I found out that he had tried every means, first driving from Manchester, then taking the ferry, changing buses countless times, staying up all day and all night, just because Yuan Yanran whispered that I miss you.
Later, they also separated and reunited countless times, but in the end they were still together.
"Of course, I don't think Duan Zhian should be that kind of person." Mu Wan looked at Yuan Yanran's forced smile and said with great distress.
"He is still the same person, it's just that he fell in love with someone else." Yuan Yanran seemed to have expected such a day, "Wanwan, please stop talking. He is my friend, just pack your things with me, I leave
here."
"Okay." Mu Wan saw the cyan and haggard look in the corners of Yuan Yanran's eyes. She probably hadn't slept all night.
Yuan Yanran had almost packed her clothes, and suddenly looked at the balcony, where a white skirt was hanging. She took it off the clothes rail. The skirt was made of silk and was very comfortable to touch.
"He bought this skirt when I was shopping with him a few days ago. He said that he and I can wear this skirt when we get our certificates. It is white and pure, just like when he first met me.
I washed it specially yesterday and prepared to wear it today." Yuan Yanran said, tears still falling. "I always think about when this day will come, but I didn't expect it to come."
"Of course..." Mu Wan went over to hug her and sighed softly.
"I'm fine." Yuan Yanran patted her gently, "This day will come eventually."
Mu Wan was about to say something when she suddenly heard movement on the other side of the door, as if someone was opening the door.
Sure enough, when I turned around, I saw two women appearing at the door. They were two women. One looked to be less than forty years old and well-dressed with a noble temperament. The other was wearing a military green long shirt with a pair of trousers underneath.
Shorts, youthful and smart.
When Yuan Yanran saw these two women, her face turned pale and she held the skirt in her arms tightly.
"Miss Yuan, are you packing your things?" The woman came in slowly, smiling gently.
"Hello, Aunt Yan." Yuan Yanran still called politely.
Mu Wan knew that the woman in front of her was Duan Zhian's mother, Yan Junyi. The woman next to her, named Chai Yuping, was young and smart, and she was about to marry Duan Zhian.
"I'm here to thank you for Zhi'an." Yan Junyi was extremely polite. When she saw the white skirt in her hand, her eyes flashed, "You have been by Zhi'an's side for so many years. I know you have sacrificed a lot.
."
"That's my business." Yuan Yan then took a step back, looking extremely unnatural.
"You accept this." Yan Junyi took out an envelope from her handbag, "Don't young girls nowadays ask for youth loss compensation? This is considered as compensation for you."
Yuan Yanran's expression changed, but she had no intention of picking it up.
Mu Wan was watching but got angry. Yuan Yanran didn't take it. She took it over with one hand and opened it to look at it. Inside was a check with a face value of three hundred thousand. She sneered: "Madam, are you too stingy?
Three hundred thousand, let me tell you, Ranran’s youth is priceless and you can’t afford it.”