A Long-Awaited Marriage - Chapter 2

The scene was so real: bright weather, dazzling newlyweds, and a bouquet symbolizing the passing of happiness.

Lu Anran propped herself up and sat up, taking a long time to calm herself down.

Two years ago, Lu Anran resigned from her stable, predictable clerical job and moved to this new community—Xinghan City.

In a commercial center near the residential area, two storefronts were rented. One of them was converted into a greenhouse, specifically for storing cultivation tools, fertilizers, green plants, etc., somewhat like a warehouse.

The other storefront was converted into a small living room, with a sign that read “Ranran Flower Shop”.

In addition to selling fresh flowers, Lu Anran also started offering flower rental and floral maintenance services.

In addition, she also learned to do live streaming, teaching flower enthusiasts how to grow and care for flowers. She also organizes flower arrangement salons from time to time.

She has a sweet temperament, a gentle smile always playing on her lips, and soft eyes. Her voice is soft and her tone gentle. She is also very patient in answering questions from fellow flower enthusiasts.

And so, Lu Anran gained a large following of loyal fans. Life continued peacefully.

She thought she could live out her life peacefully like this. However, a dream that came out of nowhere shattered her tranquil life.

The book says that dreams arise from the heart.

Yes, deep down, she could never let go of that past. She never forgot that person, and she never forgot that flamboyant and romantic youth.

She carefully placed him in her heart. Occasionally, in the quiet of the night, she would take him out and savor the memories, reliving the unforgettable bittersweetness.

Four years after their breakup, she and he have had no contact whatsoever.

Lu Anran gradually got used to life without Jiang Ye. Over the years, she had many suitors, but she politely declined them all. Her heart was filled with Jiang Ye, and there was no room for anyone else.

She thought that he must be happy in some unknown place.

We’re both doing well. That’s how she always comforted herself.

Until that dream.

Thinking of Jiang Ye, Lu Anran’s heart ached again.

Back then, she was so resolute; she must have broken his heart. He must have hated her to death.

He should hate her.

Four years have passed. Perhaps he really has gotten married… and maybe even has a lovely child…

Lu Anran tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was filled with the image of Jiang Ye lifting the bride’s veil and kissing her.

Lu Anran felt a pang of sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes again, mocking her.

If she had been braver back then, would she and Jiang Ye still be together…?

As dawn broke, Lu Anran pondered for a moment, then got dressed and got out of bed. From the innermost drawer of her bookshelf, she found a treasured diary.

Next to it was a white flip phone. It was outdated.

That was a phone that Jiang had saved up for a month to buy for her. Lu Anran had always treasured it.

There was also a ring engraved with “8013”. Lu Anran slipped the ring onto her ring finger and murmured softly, “8013…”

My mouth was filled with bitterness.

She gently stroked the notebook, turned to the first page, and pasted a headshot of her and Jiang Ye.

That was during her sophomore year, when she and Jiang went to Huangshan for a trip, and the photo was taken at the top of Huangshan.

How sweet her smile was back then, nestled on Jiang Ye’s shoulder!

She gently stroked Jiang Ye’s photo, her heart filled with helplessness and reluctance.

The notebook contained all their text message conversations from their three-year relationship.

“Silly girl, I missed you~”

“Silly girl, mwah~”

“Silly boy, eat your food properly!”

“Silly girl, I’m coming to see you this weekend!”

“Silly girl, have you missed me?”

“Silly girl, I’ve caught a cold~”

“Silly boy…”

Each message is marked with a precise time.

From the first day we confirmed our relationship to the last message, he was my whole college life, my entire youth.

There were sweet moments, and there were arguments, but in the end, Jiang was always the first to coax her. Those words that seemed childish back then, that person would never say to her again…

Lu Anran never imagined that the thick diary she had copied down text messages on a whim would become her last remaining memory of Jiang Ye.

Lu Anran was so sad, so very sad. “Little Fool” was Jiang Ye’s special nickname for her; he always called her Little Fool.

Whenever Jiang Ye sends her a message, she copies it into her diary. Every word from those years has now become a dagger piercing her heart.

Lu Anran’s tears could no longer be held back and streamed down her face.

He will never call her silly girl again…

Jiang Ye, I really miss you, so much…