Boarding her ship - Chapter 87 What to do? He proposes!

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"Liang Jingxing, did your brother tell you?"
The night before they left for Ocean Park, the three of them ate together at home for the last time.
While leisurely sipping the slow-cooked soup that Liang Jingming had made, Wan Zi chatted with her younger brother: "Tomorrow we'll stay at the Marriott next to the park. Let's check in first, and then go out and have some fun."
"Yes, I know."
"Then I booked you a sea view room with a swimming pool view. It should be perfect for you to take photos and post them on Instagram."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Zi."
Seeing her younger brother engrossed in drinking his soup, his smile vanishing almost instantly, Wan Zi subconsciously exchanged a glance with Liang Jingming, understanding each other's expressions.
They could tell he was unhappy.
All good things must come to an end, and in the blink of an eye, everyone will be separated in three different places. Liang Jingming is going to Singapore, and Wan Zi is more heartbroken than anyone else.
But there's no point in dwelling on these emotions, especially since my younger brother is naturally sensitive. He may seem carefree on the surface, but he keeps everything hidden in his heart.
If you hide too deep, it's easy to get stuck again.
Knowing that he loved fashion, Wanzi changed the subject: "Your brother and I are going to wear matching colors tomorrow, what are you planning to wear?"
"I haven't decided yet... What do you think?"
Seeing that he was starting to take it seriously, Wan Zi smiled and said, "How about wearing the jacket I gave you?"
Without saying a word, the younger brother picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp, the white porcelain concealing his expression.
When he put the bowl down again, he wiped his mouth and finally showed his usual bright smile.
"Okay, no problem."
However, the next day, Wanzi did not see her younger brother wearing that jacket.
Even those who didn't see their younger brother.
"Liang Jingxing has disappeared."
She was woken up by Liang Jingming, and she had never seen him so flustered and confused. In an instant, she jumped out of bed and followed him to her younger brother's room.
The door blocked what seemed like a vast ocean. As soon as they pushed it open a crack, a torrent of icy waves swept over them, drenching them completely and catching them off guard.
All household items were gone, replaced by the standing clothes racks that had been piled up in the living room. They stood neatly arranged like silent sentinels, returning to their original positions and restoring the walk-in closet to its former state.
In addition, the entire space was spotless, so clean it was almost unbelievable.
The past two months since my brother moved in have been nothing but an illusion.
"Where are you?"
Completely caught off guard, Wan Zi overheard Liang Jingming making a phone call.
He pressed the speakerphone button, his voice deep and resonant, like the bass keys of a harpsichord being pressed down hard, each word bursting onto the screen.
"Liang Jingxing, where are you?"
"I'm already on the plane."
Despite the considerable noise around him, the boy spoke clearly and distinctly: "Actually, my flight was today, but I hadn't told you guys."
"Sorry, I can't go to Ocean Park with you guys. I've been a third wheel for far too long. You two have a good time."
The younger brother was even laughing, a stark contrast to the deathly silence on the other end of the phone.
Without uttering a word, Liang Jingming stared intently at his phone screen, his gaze almost tangible yet intangible, as if determined to burn a hole through it.
Even in the most oppressive and silent atmosphere, a sweet aroma can still be conveyed.
Glancing at the dining table, Wan Zi knew that it was the breakfast that Liang Jingming had made early in the morning. The three sandwiches were put together and formed the most stable shape.
She didn't need to look closely to know that two of them were avocado and egg salad flavored, and one was bacon and egg salad filling.
Because my younger brother doesn't eat avocados, he always complains that they taste like soap.
Being a picky eater is bad.
Every time he complained, Liang Jingming would frown.
But he always made his favorite bacon and egg salad for him.
"Brother, don't be angry with me, I didn't mean it."
Knowing full well that the other person was unhappy, the younger brother softened his voice even more.
But there was still no response on the other end of the phone. Liang Jingming had no expression, his face as cold as ice.
"Haha, okay, Sister Zi~"
Even the most playful antics can't withstand the cold air, and the younger brother's laughter finally betrayed a hint of embarrassment: "Here's your chance, act cute for me and make my brother not angry."
"You..."
Aside from a sigh, Wan Zi didn't know what to say.
She subconsciously reached out to hold Liang Jingming's hand, but her thin hand couldn't contain his tightly clenched fist.
He chuckled a few times, then his younger brother was speechless.
The three remained silent and tense, their hearts pounding. In the background, a long-winded broadcast echoed repeatedly in both spaces, as if it were a listening test that could only be done once and could not be completed in time.
"Alright, alright, it's okay. Be careful on your journey."
When the flight attendant urged her brother to turn off his phone again, Wanzi couldn't take it anymore: "If we arrive in London late, remember to tell your brother."
Okay, bye-bye.
"Bye-Bye."
It was she who said the last goodbye.
Liang Jingming remained silent.
The younger brother answered with a loud and clear voice, but it couldn't hide his sadness.
Wan Zi could almost picture him turning off his phone, fastening his seatbelt, and opening the small window. He might look out onto the tarmac, gazing at the rare expanse of open ground in Hong Kong, and let out a deep sigh.
Then, the steel behemoth roared into the sky, the centrifugal force almost tearing his soul from his body, and he was about to fly to a distance of nearly 10,000 kilometers.
That is, a foreign land.
He doesn't know when he'll be able to go home again.
"Can he get a refund for his hotel room?"
His voice, slightly hoarse after the silence, pierced through the reverie like a sword's edge. Wan Zi truly hadn't expected that Liang Jingming's first words would be this.
"It's possible..."
"Alright, let's go."
After he finished speaking, he took her hand with one hand holding his suitcase and the other holding hers, and strode towards the door.
"Wait, wait!"
Wan Zi was almost stunned, and it took a shout to stop him: "Liang Jingming, I just got up!"
"What are you doing! I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet!"
Her breathing was still uneven and erratic. Liang Jingming stared blankly at her entire body. Her long hair was draped over her nightgown, and her wide-open, dark pupils reflected a suffocating version of himself.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Realizing his lapse in composure, he released the suitcase and hugged her.
His eyes closed tightly for a moment, then opened again, perfectly concealing a gentle yet slightly weary expression.
"I'm so sorry, my brother made me..."
"It doesn't matter."
He was like a resilient little animal; even though he was covered in wounds, when humans approached, he would look at them with teary eyes and weakly wag his tail to express comfort.
Wan Zi held him even tighter, like an octopus, and her heart ached terribly.
"You will never, ever apologize to me."
Even after she said that, Liang Jingming was still full of apologies.
His wounds healed incredibly quickly, as if his brother had never left without saying goodbye. They had just left home and were heading towards Ocean Park when he chatted and laughed with her as usual.
But those words and those smiles couldn't fool the person you share your bed with every day.
She knew he was still unhappy.
But to be honest, Wan Zi wasn't angry at her brother, who was the one who started it all.
Both being meticulous individuals, she immediately understood why he acted that way. Her brother probably hadn't planned to go to Ocean Park in the first place, not wanting to intrude on her and Liang Jingming's last moments together; he also didn't want them to change their travel plans for him.
Knowing he was flying today, Liang Jingming would have definitely gone to the airport to see him off.
Ultimately, he didn't want to put his older brother in a difficult position.
Whether at the airport or the ocean park, squeezed between his girlfriend and his younger brother, he didn't want his older brother to look around and struggle to cruelly choose the one he loved most.
Just as Wan Zi was canceling her reservation for the deluxe ocean view room, she received a notification from her younger brother on social media.
She swayed in the taxi, nestled in Liang Jingming's arms. He was looking out the window, his profile perfectly sculpted yet fragile.
She hesitated for a moment, but decided not to show it to him.
My brother posted an Instagram story that can only be saved for 24 hours, like some kind of emotion that will be lost once missed, a truly ephemeral message.
It was a short selfie video. The background was clearly an airplane seat, with only a small part of the corner of her lips showing. Her younger brother covered most of his face with his hoodie.
But Wanzi recognized him; he was wearing the vintage denim jacket she had given him when they first met, the one she had asked him to wear today.
In a sense, he did not break his promise.
The screen paused on this page, and Wan Zi repeatedly watched the boy's smile appear and disappear.
It was as if he were back on his last night, burying his head in his drink of that bowl of soup.
That night, he probably didn't sleep a wink again. Organizing the room and packing the luggage was a huge undertaking, not to mention he'd also cinched the waist of her Burberry pleated skirt.
He used the most discreet brown thread, with neat and fine stitches. After he finished making the changes, he probably ironed it with a garment steamer, folded it neatly, and placed it in a corner of the living room.
"Sister, how many times have I told you! I studied fashion design, not tailoring. Please respect my profession!"
Sometimes, Wan Zitian would shamelessly ask him to alter her clothes, and her younger brother would always protest sternly while pulling out his enormous sewing kit, which was so elaborate and comprehensive that no normal person would have it.
Then he glared at her and began skillfully threading the needle.
Whenever this happened, Wan Zi and Liang Jingming would always get together and laugh. He would also laugh at his younger brother for being silly, but she was too lazy to say that the two brothers were actually the same kind of people, except that one of them just seemed to be having a good time on the surface.
They all have lonely yet gentle souls, and despite being attacked time and time again, they keep moving forward with their heads down.
When he was about to reach his limit, he would brush the dust off his clothes, smile to himself, and murmur the same thing over and over again.
It will pass.
It's all in the past now.
"If you're unhappy, you can show it."
"It's okay, I'm fine."
However, compared to him, Wan Zi must feel more sorry for Liang Jingming.
He was her beloved. Having been the eldest brother for so long, he was even less expressive than his younger brother and less considerate of himself.
From home to the hotel, and even after check-in, his performance was impeccable, almost like a perfect boyfriend robot.
But Wan Zi knew very well that when Liang Jingming was experiencing emotional turmoil, he was the most expressionless, just like a beautiful robot.
"oops……"
As Wan Zi entered the room to change her shoes, she turned her back to Liang Jingming, but through the mirror in front of her, she caught a glimpse of his face, which had instantly dimmed in the corner.
"Look at yourself, look at your own face."
When her patience reached its limit, Wanzi grabbed a Polaroid camera and snapped a picture of him. After the photo was printed, she quickly swung it around and handed it to him.
"Odagiri Joe looks more cheerful than you."
"..."
Under her influence, Liang Jingming is now familiar with all sorts of handsome male stars. Of course he knows who they are, and he unconsciously curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
Moreover, the person in the photo had thick, slightly furrowed eyebrows, a profound demeanor, and a melancholy light in his eyes.
It's really depressing.
"That's right, just like that!"
Finally seeing him show some genuine emotion, Wan Zi laughed and said, "I know you too well, you can't fool me. If your brother is unhappy, then he's unhappy, so he just shows it."
Upon hearing that address, Liang Jingming's faint smile froze.
His eyes were lowered, and his expression seemed to darken again.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“I’m angry with him because he never thinks things through and just does whatever comes to mind.”
“You went through all that trouble planning, booking hotels and buying tickets, and he just said he wasn’t going. And he stayed for so long for nothing, leaving without even saying goodbye…” As he spoke, Liang Jingming’s tone slowed and became more indifferent, “He didn’t even tell me…”
Anyway, it's his problem, and I don't want to drag you into it.
"But I'm not someone you can easily drag down, don't think of me as so fragile."
Ruffling his head, Wan Zi was both amused and exasperated by his stubbornness: "Besides, you don't need to fawn over me like that. So what if I get dragged into this?"
“I’ve always wanted to tell you this: I know you’re very good to me, but don’t feel like you’re serving me, and most importantly, don’t wrong yourself.”
"It's just dating, not like Li Lianying serving Empress Dowager Cixi!" The Italian cursed as he spread his hands, while Wan Zi deliberately exaggerated her expression. "Or do you want me to call you Xiao Liangzi?"
She made him laugh again, and Liang Jingming was clearly more relaxed than before.
Her eyes, filled with eloquent speech, were quite obedient as she shook her head slightly.
"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, and we should share all our joys and sorrows."
Her tone gradually became serious, and Wan Zi intertwined her fingers with his. She gently lifted her hand and kissed the back of his hand, where the veins were beautifully distributed.
This was something he would only do before.
"Because I am very true to myself in front of you, I hope you can be true to yourself in front of me too."
She spoke slowly and sincerely.
Like ginkgo leaves dancing leisurely in autumn, they landed right beside me.
It settles in my heart, that most comforting spot.
His gaze fell on his own hands, then shifted to her bright face.
She wasn't shy at all, and looked back into his eyes with a gentle yet intense gaze.
However, suddenly, as if a cassette tape had jammed, Wan Zi realized something was wrong and her expression froze.
No, no...
Not today...
Releasing Liang Jingming's hand, she turned and rushed into the bathroom. A scream raged within her; every woman understands that feeling—
Something warm and sticky, as if sliding down a slide, gushed out from inside my body with great presence.
She had still harbored a sliver of hope when the deep red stains on her underwear came into view.
Wanzi's menstrual cycle has never been completely regular, with a deviation of up to five days each time.
But to my surprise, it was damn accurate this month.
It was, without a doubt, her last night with Liang Jingming. Tomorrow, he was leaving for Singapore for an exchange semester.
In other words, a full six months of ascetic life without any love for sex—
The countdown has begun.
Wanzi was completely dejected, lying on the toilet for a long time, unable to move. She was physically and mentally exhausted, feeling as if she had lost her parents, as if she had suffered a mental breakdown.
Her lower limbs were almost numb, and she could only move a few times. She did have tampons with her, but she forgot to take them in her haste.
Not wanting to wear her dirty underwear again, Wan Zi called out loudly, "Liang Jingming, bring me my bag!"
She had been worriedly telling him that her period might start in the next few days. So she rushed to the bathroom, and he didn't react much.
But after calling him for so long, he still hasn't responded.
It's probably because the glass is too thick; Wanzi is probably extremely frustrated.
He decided to lift the curtain between the toilet and the guest room slightly, intending to knock directly on the transparent wall to attract Liang Jingming's attention.
But as her fingers curled up and were about to fall, she suddenly stopped.
Unable to believe what he was seeing, his eyes narrowed for a moment, then suddenly widened, almost bulging out of their sockets in an exaggerated, cartoonish way—
She knelt on the ground, with an open suitcase in front of her. Liang Jingming had most of his back to her, his shoulders and back straight and broad, like a lush pine tree.
But that didn't stop her from catching the small night sky blue velvet box in his hand.
The small box was also open, but she couldn't see what was inside.
But that didn't stop her from catching two of the ring-shaped objects, as well as a small, glittering spot.
gem.
To be precise, diamonds.
After just one glance, her adrenaline surged, and Wan Zi felt as if all her strength had been drained, collapsing onto the toilet.
My whole body was trembling violently, and I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. My heart was pounding like a war drum, about to leap out of my skin.
She was biting down hard on her thumb, but she felt like she was screaming at the top of her lungs—
What should I do? He's proposing!

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