Promising You a Lifetime of Deep Devotion
"Um... could you... let me borrow Ranran?" Cheng Yishu's face flushed red as he spoke awkwardly. "Why?" Lin Xiaowen shot him a glare. It was clearly her own daughter, but now she had somehow become h
The black baseball cap was pulled low, paired with a blue hoodie and black work pants. A “Lu Han style” mask covered his face. Underneath him, Cheng Yishu’s motorcycle roared to life just as the wedding march from the church faded away, its thunderous engine breaking the silence. In a flash, he sped off, leaving only a wisp of smoke behind.
Five years had passed. The goal he had strived for, the beacon that had driven him forward, was now walking down the aisle with someone else.
“Yishu, you’re still young. Your career is just beginning. You can’t throw away all your hard work over me…”
“Yishu, I’m sorry…”
As he sped along, the memory of her calm expression while she broke things off with him haunted him—she had shown no concern for his imminent despair.
“Tan Jing, Tan Jing… Was I really so insignificant to you? All those years together, all the encouragement after each setback—was it just a duty? Or was I nothing more than your… cash cow?”
“Tan Jing, Tan Jing…”
The engine’s growl grew louder, as if declaring his unwillingness and rage. Cars and pedestrians on both sides drew back, but he had no intention of slowing down.
“How could she have never loved me? Is there some reason she can’t reveal?”
“Maybe… Maybe there’s still a way to stop this wedding?”
“Maybe, for me, she would—”
Beneath the brim of his cap, his bloodshot eyes flickered, and a flash of youthful mischief appeared.
He hadn’t even finished the thought of “accelerate” when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small figure in pink dar