A Lifetime of Love: Taipei Love Story

The clock on the car read

12:58.

"Squeak...creak..." The windshield wipers swayed listlessly.

That annoying boss, just before the end of the workday, dumped a mountain of documents on me to "finish." They were piled higher than my head on the desk, making me not leave until 12:30. ...Thinking about it, a perfectly good weekend was ruined. All I could think about was my soft bed at home... Time to go back and be a pig!

I floored the accelerator, my beloved 405 speeding along Xinsheng South Road in the pouring rain, turning right onto Heping East Road... The high beams illuminated a white March parked in the fast lane with a warning triangle. A girl was frantically trying to fix something under an umbrella. I

glanced at the clock: 1:14 .

I thought: Can a girl really fix this? ...I've been in the same situation before, and someone always helped me, didn't they?

Besides, I graduated with a mechanical engineering degree, served in the Air Force repair unit, and have some knowledge of vehicles... Hmm...

ok, I'll help her! (The meddlesome nature of an O-type Leo is hard to change.)

I parked the car on the side of the road, opened my large umbrella, and walked towards her: "Miss, do you need any help?"

She thought for a moment and nodded: "Thank you, my car suddenly stopped, this is terrible..."

After checking, I found that her "high-voltage ignition coil" was burnt out.

"Miss, your car's 'high-voltage ignition coil' is burnt out."

She tilted her head in confusion.

I continued: "It can only be fixed at a repair shop!"

"Then what should I do..."

Seeing her anxious question, I thought for a moment and said: "Miss, it's the middle of the night and it's raining heavily. It's dangerous for a girl like you to take a taxi alone. I think you should take me in my car!"

She considered for a long time, nodded, and got into the car with me.

I closed the car door, started the engine, turned on the heater, went to the back seat to get a tissue box, took out a few sheets for myself, and handed them to her. I turned on the front seat light and wiped the rain off my clothes. She was doing the same...

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly she stopped everything... I continued moving, but I slowly noticed her abnormality. I looked up at her, and... Her eyes

widened

, her face filled with disbelief. From her trembling lips, she uttered a few words: "You...you are...Xu Zheng?!"

I scrutinized her closely, a name flashing through my mind, and blurted out, "Ping...Ya Ping...Zhou Ya Ping?!"

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity when the rumble of a large truck engine suddenly brought me back to my senses. I released the handbrake, shifted into gear, and drove forward.

"You...you're still heading towards Xindian?"

She stared blankly at the raindrops outside the window, not answering me. But I continued driving towards Xindian, towards the home I remembered her from.

Just then, the radio played "Admitting My Mistakes" by Yu-Ke Lee-Lin: "I don't believe it, it was me who gave you up, just for a decision without reason..." This song was the most popular one when we broke up. Every line of the song still hurts me to this day, even though it was her who left me...

The light turned red, the car stopped... Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her, head down as if she was crying, looking at the girl who used to be so close to me, now so distant... She used to have a pure student hairstyle, now she has long curly hair. She used to have a face without makeup, now she's a typical office worker. I vaguely smelled "Dune" perfume...? Didn't she used to hate perfume the most? Time really can change people.

"Beep..." The car behind me honked impatiently. I looked up: Oh... the light turned green.

Finally, we arrived at her doorstep. She rummaged through her purse for a while, then looked up at me. "I... I think I locked my keys in the car, but no one's home. My sister and her classmate went to Taichung and won't be back until Monday afternoon... What bad luck..."

I looked at her soaking wet appearance, and besides, we used to be so close, even though she was the one who left me.

Forget it! So many years have passed! I won't hold it against her... I made up my mind.

"If you don't mind, come stay at my place for the night! Otherwise, are you going to stand here in the rain until dawn?"

She glanced at her watch, at the locked door, then at me, and nodded in agreement.

I

took her to the top floor of a building on Heping East Road, my "Taipei home." Finally home. Opening the iron gate, I saw the soft bed and collapsed onto it: "Ah... I'm exhausted!"

Oh! ...There's someone else here. Quickly, I need to calm down.

"I'll get you some clothes, go take a shower!" I took a shirt from the closet and turned around. She was looking at a picture of Lan and me on TV.

"Is she your current girlfriend?" she asked.

"Yeah... she's the ideal wife type."

"I don't think I'm that type,"

I smiled without answering.

She went to shower. I tossed her clothes into the dryer, brewed a pot of cocoa, and turned on the stereo.

She finished showering and came out, then it was my turn to shower...

"Where's the hairdryer?" she asked from outside the door.

"In the drawer on the right side of the bed," I answered from inside.

Halfway through showering, I realized my condoms were also in that drawer... Oh well, we're adults now, I'm not worried about her seeing them. Besides, she's not my girlfriend anymore, she can't control me.

As

soon as I came out, I saw her automatically pour herself a glass of cocoa, drinking it while looking at the photo album I had placed on my bedside table.

"Hey!...You're being too automatic!" I snatched my photo album back.

Because I used too much force, the photos scattered all over the floor, and I realized that the album she was looking at was the one I kept with photos of her and me from back then. We both bent down to pick up the photos scattered on the floor. As she picked them up, she said, "You're still so nostalgic! And you still don't drink coffee..."

" Yeah! I'm not as fickle as you..." I replied irritably. She lowered her head, drawing circles on the floor with her hand, and said coldly, "You...do you still hate me?" "There are other women in the world besides you. It's just that I was unlucky in love. So many years have passed, my anger has long since subsided." She looked up at me, suddenly shedding two tears, rushed over, hugged me, and burst into tears. My instinct was to push her away, but she buried herself in my arms, crying like a little girl. She hugged me tightly, her breasts, so familiar to me, pressed against my chest through my shirt... I couldn't react for a moment, but memories of the past flooded my mind, the scent of her hair, the passionate lovemaking we used to share after class in the clubroom... and so on, making my heart race... Her hand... her hand slipped inside my tracksuit and began to caress me...

"Apple...don't do this, our relationship is different now...don't do this..."

(Apple was my old nickname for her.)

But her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. She arched her fingers and gently scratched down my neck with her nails, then up my waist. Good heavens! She still remembered my "forbidden zone" and how to arouse my desire.

She gently licked my earlobe with the tip of her tongue, lightly biting the tip of my nose with her teeth (this was our signal before sex, the one who wanted it would lightly bite the other's nose), and her hand gently stroked my already erect penis through my sweatpants...

"Apple, don't do this, stop, don't...do this..." At this point, I was cornered against the wall, with nowhere to retreat. My lust was almost beyond my control, about to spiral out of control.

She slowly squatted down and gently bit my erect penis through my sweatpants with her teeth. This one action was like a match thrown into a pile of yellow dynamite, causing my lust to explode... I frantically picked her up and

pinned

her to the bed, like a ravenous beast, tearing her shirt to shreds, pulling off her bra, and stripping her panties…

She opened her watery eyes, watching my actions, and reached out to remove my clothes…

Her breasts were still white and soft, her skin exuding a faint fragrance. Like a lost traveler in the desert, I thirstily sought a well, sucking on every inch of her skin, teasing her erect nipples with my tongue. Her hands gripped the pillow tightly, her lower abdomen arched, bearing my pressure on her most sensitive areas.

I gently pinched her earlobe with my fingers, rubbing my penis back and forth against her lower abdomen, her hands gripping my arm tightly. I looked up and saw her cheeks flushed with excitement. I suddenly realized she was no longer the girl who used to push and shove, crying out in pain!

I spread her legs, aimed my throbbing member at her tender opening, and thrust it in with a powerful stroke. She had secreted enough lubrication, and it was fully inside her. Apple let out a soft "Mmm," wrapping her arms around me.

I suddenly noticed she was gently twisting her waist. Time really can change everything; now she knew how to pursue pleasure between men and women!

I began thrusting in and out of her warm body, again and again. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, her moans growing more urgent. My engorged penis relentlessly raced through her narrow body. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her fingers gripping my arm, her lower abdomen moving up and down in rhythm with my thrusts…

I remembered she liked to put a cushion under her waist. I took a small cushion from beside the pillow, lifted her waist, placed the cushion under her waist, and began to slowly thrust in and out. She opened her eyes, panting as she looked at me: "You...you...have improved...so much! You even remember my favorite...padded mat..."

"You're not bad either, you're a mature woman now!"

"Looks like your Lan is...very happy too!"

"Yes! I can make you a happy woman too!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I pulled out my penis, using the glans to go in and out shallowly, then inserting it halfway and pulling it out again, repeating this cycle...

Every time I inserted it halfway, she would raise her waist, hoping for deeper contact, and I teased her again and again, her desire rising higher and higher. When I saw her lightly biting her lips, I began to thrust quickly and violently, penetrating deeper and deeper...

I lifted her legs, placed them on my shoulders, and thrust forcefully, my penis slamming against her undulating body again and again, the point where my penis connected to her body relentlessly humiliating her pink clitoris, a strong electric storm sweeping through her entire body, confusing her thoughts, she opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

Her body seemed overly lubricated; the excess love fluid mixed with the air I brought in during my thrusts, making strange sounds. Her hands gripped me tightly, while my penis continued to thrust uncontrollably. Suddenly, a change occurred within her; contractions gripped my penis in waves, her legs straightened as if electrocuted, all her muscles tensed, and her nails dug into my back…

No matter how she changed, her orgasmic response remained the same.

She breathed heavily, her body weak, while I continued to thrust. Suddenly, a familiar signal entered my mind, telling me something was about to happen. I immediately withdrew my penis; before I could prepare, a strong contraction of my ducts released white semen like a fire hose, spraying onto her breasts, her hair, and the sheets. I lay on top of her,

panting

. She picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the semen off the sheets…

I got up and grabbed a wet wipe from the dining table, wiping her poor vulva and removing the semen from her body.

That's when I noticed she had laid the picture of Lan and me flat on the TV screen.

I asked her why she was wandering around outside in the middle of the night. She didn't answer, just focused on playing with my ears, nose, and pulling my fingers…

And so, we drifted off to sleep.

A

loudspeaker woke me up. A demonstration was taking place downstairs. She was sleeping soundly on me. I gently stroked her hair, slowly opened the box of memories, and called out those hazy recollections... That year, I was

a

second-year student in my major. One of my best friends, a classmate named Bibi, had a crush on a first-year female student majoring in chemical engineering. Because I considered myself "very unattractive," I wasn't afraid of ruining my image (if I even had one?!). After I acted as a go-between, her class agreed to a joint social event with our class... and Apple happened to be that girl's good friend.

At the first social event, the four of us guys sat with the three girls. I tried my best to create topics, liven up the atmosphere, and play games. That's when

I first noticed her. Her smile gave you a feeling of forgetting your worries. She was about 160 pounds, with a faint blush on her face, a beauty unique to young girls. Especially her lips, red and full, like a cherry, making your mouth water. But she didn't seem to accept much attention from the opposite sex.

Later, Bibi finally got her wish and "got" that junior girl, and the relationship between our class and their class became better and better. Most of their computer assignments were taken care of by the "enthusiastic" students in our class.

However, the "playboy" from the next class actually took a liking to Apple and started pursuing her, but she always ignored him. Later, the "playboy" became furious and started spreading rumors at school, saying she was a "fake virgin" and had "broken hymens," etc. Once, when Bibi's sister-in-law and Apple came to our class to see Bibi, the "playboy"

was actually soliciting customers at our classroom door, then pointed at Apple and said, "That's her, three hundred is fine, her blowjob skills are top-notch!"

Enraged, she ran to the rooftop, and Bibi's sister-in-law winked at me to follow her.

When I got up there, I saw her leaning against a lamppost, sobbing. I went over and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

But she screamed like a madwoman, "Get out! No boy is any good... Get out!"

I was stunned. She, seemingly so delicate, had lost control like this. I don't know where I got the courage, but I stepped forward and gently hugged her: "Don't cry. I know roses have thorns to protect themselves. Those who don't understand them will only hurt themselves by trying to pull them out. Those who understand them will quietly appreciate them." She no longer rejected

me and cried in my arms.

This was the first time a girl had been so close to me, and I smelled her faint fragrance. From then on, another inseparable pair appeared on campus. Not long after, I had a fierce fight with "Pao Zai." Although I was covered in bruises, he didn't gain the upper hand. But everyone agreed to a one-on-one fight, and unexpectedly, that "Pawn" brought people to ambush me. That day, during the fourth period of "factory internship" in the afternoon, I had just finished completing my first self-designed "gadget"—a double-barreled shotgun (of course, it was assembled secretly, with four close friends each making their own components), and the gunpowder was provided by the head of chemical engineering. Actually, I just wanted to verify if my theory was correct; I never thought I would actually use it. After more than three weeks of calculations and AutoCAD simulations, I couldn't wait for school to end. During the break of the third period, a few of us ran to the back hill and fired a shot at a bird on a power line, hitting the bird and breaking the power line. Then we ran back to the factory like kids who had caused trouble. Finally, school was over, and the group excitedly walked towards the gate. As soon as I reached the gate, I felt something was off. Then I saw "Pao Zai" pointing at me and saying, "That's him!" I looked and saw a group of students from a nearby private high school walking towards me. One of the tall guys said, "Hey! Glasses, I heard you're pretty good at fighting! My brother's got guts with you! He told me to come check you out." "Hey! Pao Zai, we agreed on a personal grudge, one-on-one! How can you go back on your word!" Bibi yelled. "Enough talk, are you coming with us, or do you want to settle this here?" another big guy shouted. "What if I don't want either?" "It's not up to you!" the tall guy said, pulling a samurai sword from a newspaper. I looked at it, and oh my god! If I were cut by that sword, I'd be half dead, because it was made of flat iron. If I were hit from head to toe, I'd definitely die of tetanus! Some of the onlookers ran away in fright, while others screamed... "This is going to be tough..." Bibi whispered beside me. I slowly pulled the double-barreled shotgun from my bag. "Damn it! Trying to scare us with a toy? We're not easily frightened..." Without a word, I fired a shot in their direction. A huge sound echoed through the valley... Their faces were expressionless. The shot hit the Vespa scooter they were riding right in. The scooter crashed to the ground, the seat flying into the ditch, the windshield shattered into pieces, and the white body was riddled with small black holes. The tires were leaking air, making a particularly piercing hissing sound. "Clang..." The katana fell from the tall guy's hand to the ground. The onlookers remained silent. "There are rules in the underworld. A one-on-one fight is a one-on-one fight. A whole bunch of you came here to ambush me. If word gets out, do you still want to be in the underworld?... Cannonball, you're getting outsiders to handle things at school. Don't you want to stay in school anymore?" I chambered my gun, two spent cartridges falling to the ground. I took two bullets from my bag, loaded them back into the chamber, and then, like Clint Eastwood, flicked it back into the chamber, looking at them. "I... I think... it might be a misunderstanding! If it was agreed... a one-on-one fight, according to the rules, no one else can interfere..." the tall guy said in a trembling voice. "It's okay! It's okay! The misunderstanding is cleared up! It's okay!" Bibi said to the onlookers. "Did you get hurt?... Ah! You hit the car!" I said to them, feigning kindness. "It's alright! I've wanted to change that car for a while... Ha... Haha!" the tall guy said. Then I noticed the drill instructor hiding in the control room next to the gate, spying on us. He only rushed out after they left, yelling, "What are you doing! What are you doing! What are you fighting for... You, you, you, you, and you, come with me to the drill room!" The school didn't want to involve the police, so they confiscated my gun and made us sign a guarantee promising never to make guns again. And so, my first design was sent to the mechanical engineering office for destruction by a professional teacher. Later, that teacher told me privately that my gun design was really good! It made me feel great for days! As for the "Paozi" incident, a fifth-year student stepped in and made him host an apology dinner for us, which we accepted. From then on, no one dared to mess with anyone in our class. Later, Apple found out about this and gave me a good scolding. She turned over and lay on her side to sleep... and she brought me back to reality. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I tiptoed from the bathroom to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of juice, and sat down at the dining table , quietly watching her, slowly recalling what had happened. Under what circumstances did she become "my woman"? It was probably in the second semester of my second year of university! One day, just before class ended, Apple came to me, asking me to help her junior classmate with her computer, otherwise, with final exams approaching, the junior might not even be able to "pass by a hair's breadth". I borrowed the key to the computer club from Bibi (he was the custodian), and Apple and I crammed for her junior until after six o'clock. The junior left first, and we tidied up. "Apple, my neck is so sore! Can you massage it for me?" She came over with a smile and started massaging me… "Full body or half body? Sir! How much are you going to pay me for one session?" she said playfully. A moment later, I told her to pack her things, and she went to the table in front of me to pack our bags. It was a summer evening, even past six, the sun was slowly setting, its golden rays shining on her face. Sunlight filtered through her white college shirt, highlighting her curvaceous figure. She bent over, tidying the tiles on the table. Because she was bent over, her fitted college skirt rode up, revealing her shapely thighs and fair skin. Bathed in the golden sunlight, she exuded an irresistible charm. As I watched, my heart raced, and my manhood stirred. I stood up, wrapped my arms around her from behind, gently rubbing my nose against the back of her neck, then lightly kissing her smooth neck, my hands roaming restlessly over her chest. "What are you doing! Is spring here? Be good!" she said, turning to look at me.

Actually, we've been intimate for a while now, just on a different level. We've always used our hands to help each other. It's not that I don't want "deeper contact," it's just that she always "stops herself," and I can't do anything about it. I can't exactly force her, can I? But I'm quite satisfied. It's just that this time I've decided to "grow up."

Because from past experience, I know that a woman's desire can be increased through "accumulation"... (I think so?!?) I closed the blinds of the computer lab, and the whole school was quiet... I could hear the sounds of birds chasing and playing on the playground, and the buzzing of cicadas. There was a large PU foam mat in the computer lab. Bibi and the others would come here to take a nap every noon. The school had installed an air conditioner to prevent the computers from overheating (how stupid of them!), so they got a few mats from the gymnastics team that were being phased out and put them here.

We lay on the mat, kissing each other. Her shoulder-length hair had a faint fragrance, and her face had its own unique rosy glow. Under the aphrodisiac glow of the golden sunlight, we were both incredibly excited. I used my teeth to gently unbutton her white college shirt, one button at a time, while my left hand unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper… revealing her bra. She exuded the aura of a young girl experiencing first love. Her breasts weren't the "busty" type, but they were a perfect match for her figure. I caressed her breasts through her thin bra, teasing her nipples with my fingers. She squinted, her breathing gradually becoming rapid, her body involuntarily twisting, her hands gently holding my head, letting me touch her. I took off her skirt and slowly removed her stockings, leaving her only in her panties. She shyly covered her chest with her hands, looking like a perfect work of art in the sunlight, making me forget that I was undressing myself. I stared at her blankly for a while before coming back to my senses. I carefully removed her bra, afraid of hurting her with my roughness, and she didn't resist... Actually, to be honest, all our previous "intimate contact" was just me touching her through her clothes, and her "masturbating" for me... no, it should be "her masturbation." It was the first time I'd seen her breasts. Her nipples were small and cute, and the size of her areolas was perfectly proportioned to her nipples—a masterpiece of God. I gently took her nipple into my mouth, carefully sucking, my hand lightly caressing her breasts. I sensed her excitement, but she dared not make a sound, her hands gripping my arms tightly. My other hand explored the outside of her most mysterious forbidden zone... Her face flushed crimson, and gradually she uttered indistinct murmurs. My exploring hand discovered a liquid seeping through her pants onto my hand. Although I was also inexperienced, based on the "experiences" of porn and other people's experiences, I knew she was already "responsive." I reached out and pulled down her panties. She opened her eyes and pulled them back up, trying to preserve her last line of defense… I gently kissed her, gazing at her tenderly. She let go, closed her eyes, and slowly said, “Be gentle, I heard it hurts, I’m afraid of pain!” I finally broke through her last line of defense; my army was about to conquer her. I reached out with trembling hands and pulled down her panties, then my own. Now we were truly naked before each other. We held each other tightly, as if glued together. She began to gently return my kisses, her hands slowly caressing my body. I gently turned her over so she was lying on her back. I spread her legs, guided my hard penis with my hand, and pressed down on her opening. I couldn't penetrate, and she shook her head in fear, pounding on my chest with her hands. I tried many times, but still couldn't successfully "take over" her. Suddenly, I remembered Bibi saying, "We used to think a woman's vagina was parallel to her body, but actually it slopes upwards from the front to the back." I suddenly realized that my "angle of incidence" was incorrect, hence the inability to enter. I pressed my erect penis down at an angle, placing the glans at the opening, and pressed down. My penis plunged in all the way in one go. Her warm body enveloped me, her soft inner walls pressing against me, an indescribable pleasure rushing to my head. At the same time, a sharp pain shot through my back. As my penis entered, it pierced her hymen. She felt a tearing pain, her hands gripping me tightly, then pushing and thrashing wildly. I noticed a faint glimmer of tears in her eyes. "It hurts!...It hurts!...I don't want it anymore...I don't want it anymore..." Just like Bibi had said... And then?...That's right! Keep going, she'll slowly start to feel pleasure, I remembered Bibi's "advice." So I started to slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, the pain on her face gradually disappeared. I thrust harder, and she seemed excited but dared not make a sound. I slowly noticed an unknown fluid welling up inside her, which wasn't originally smooth. Her breathing became more and more rapid with each of my movements. Being my first time having sex, I thrust in and out without any technique. I remembered Bibi saying that when you're about to ejaculate, immediately pull out your penis and press the contracting part under the glans to prolong the time, so I did as she said, and the crisis of ejaculation was averted time. Suddenly, she reacted strangely, gripping me tightly with both hands. I wondered, "It's been so long, it shouldn't hurt anymore!" Just then, waves of contractions emanated from her body, stimulating my penis. Oh no ! I couldn't hold back... My semen shot out powerfully from the head of my penis, a dizzying wave of pleasure overwhelming my mind. I couldn't hear anything else; my penis contracted uncontrollably, and semen gushed into her like a burst dam. We rested for a full hour. I took tissues from her bag and wiped away the excessive amount of semen that had flowed out. I noticed her "first blood" on the PU pad. It was completely dark by then, and we went home with the nervous feeling of having tasted forbidden fruit. Later, because I ejaculated inside her, we worried for a whole month, thankfully. "What are you thinking about? So focused?" She woke up and saw me sitting in a chair at the dining table, lost in thought . "Huh?!...Nothing...You're awake!" "You've ruined my clothes!" she said, handing me her bra. I looked down and saw that the hook on her suspenders was bent from my pulling… I went to the toolbox, grabbed some needle-nose pliers, and straightened the hook, thinking to myself, “Was I that rough?” She went to the dryer, got her clothes back, and put them on. She looked at me and said, “What’s wrong? Old friends meeting up, aren’t you going to invite me over?” “Oh! It’s past midnight, let’s go eat!” And so, we sat at that Western restaurant until after 10 pm. We talked a lot, from our school days to our jobs, and every time I happily talked about Lan (my current girlfriend), a faint sadness would appear on her face. “You seem… really to like her?” We gazed at each other for a while, and I slowly described Lan as I imagined her: “She’s a very gentle and virtuous woman, understanding, an excellent cook, and she can even sew! She was there for me during my most difficult times…”

"When were you at your lowest point?"

"I'm asking you! You know when it was!"

She lowered her head, remaining motionless for a long time…

"Let's go back! I'm tired," she said, still looking down.

So we went back to my place, but this time she slept in the bed, and I slept on the sofa. That

night, she cried softly, and I pretended not to hear.

Monday morning, I took half a day off and took her to get her car repaired. Then we exchanged business cards and went back to our own worlds. Back in the office, I opened the door… Oh my god! Another pile of documents…! …Sigh… that's life. "Beep…Chief Xu, line six, it's a girl!" came the voice of my secretary, Amy

, from the desk phone. "Okay! Let me in! I'm warning you, don't cause any trouble!" I wondered, who could it be? Lan or Apple? Better safe than sorry! I picked up the phone: "Hello? This is Xu Zheng." "You rascal! I couldn't find you anywhere yesterday, and I cooked a whole table of food but no one ate it!" "I'm sorry! I worked until after midnight on Saturday, and my car had a little problem, so I slept in late..." To avoid upsetting Lan, I had to tell a little lie. "Then I'll punish you by making you come to my house tonight, take me out to dinner, go to Yangmingshan to see the night view, and..." "Okay!...Okay!...I promise you everything, don't be angry!" She hung up happily, while I broke out in a cold sweat. I rarely lie, and I've never lied to her before. But the "accident" the night before last made me feel guilty; I really shouldn't have lied to Lan... It's all because I was too nosy. "Beep... Chief Xu, it's a girl again!" Amy's voice came through the phone on the table. "Okay! Okay! Let's get through!" "Hello? This is Xu Zheng, how are you?" "It's me, Apple..." Oh my god! Speak of the devil, and he appears. "Oh! Hello... Is there something you need..." I answered her a little nervously. "Thank you for taking me in... Thank you! I, I... Our company has a cocktail party at the Hyatt Hotel today, are you ... are you free... ?" "I'm sorry, I already promised to go to Lan's place, so I probably can't go. Maybe next time!" "Oh!... Well... never mind then , bye!" *** ... Seeing this, I hesitated for a moment, then made up my mind. I took my foot off the brake, stepped on the gas , and sped towards Lan 's embrace. *** ... This was also thanks to my "meddlesome" personality. I started playing "radio" in my third year of college, what people generally call the "sausage tribe. " I often acted as a "submarine" (someone who only likes to listen and doesn't like to speak) on 145.90 and 144.86. I remember that day was a rainy day. It was another rainy weekend, and I was too lazy to go out, so I picked up my microphone and pressed PTT: "Dear fellow stations, 234 'Nautilus' sends its greetings. No problem, let's continue online, I'm going 'submarine' now." PS: 1. "234" is the postal code for Yonghe, a way for "sausage tribe" members to indicate their location, and at that time I lived in Yonghe. 2. "Nautilus" is my station name, the name of an American submarine. I didn't want to use my own name in an open environment, lest I be invited for questioning by the "relevant authorities." While reading, I listened to conversations from other stations via my microphone until about 2 PM when a broken signal came through: "Emergency...interruption, emergency interval, online...are you...can you hear me...?" Upon hearing "emergency interval," I immediately picked up my microphone: "Nautilus 234 is answering you. Who is this?" "This is 107 Swimming Station...Elephant, I saw a car accident on the Jinshan South Road overpass...three people involved, someone is injured...please call the police...call an ambulance..." I immediately checked with 144.86 Taipei Station, and sure enough, other "Swimming Stations" had reported the same situation. I then called 110 (police). Back in the room, I heard the voice of a fellow traveler from Yonghe Radio Station through "Tomi": "Attention, Travelers 2, 3, 4; Attention, Travelers 2, 3, 4; Attention, Travelers 1, 4, 8, 6; We need several people now, those who are willing, please speak up..." So I arranged to meet them at an intersection, and after meeting, a traveler with a car took me to the scene. Upon arrival, I found three cars had collided... So that's what "three-in-one" meant. A taxi was sandwiched between a truck and a bus, with the driver and two female passengers in the taxi. Some were injured, but conscious. The experienced travelers assigned tasks, while I, being the "newbie," was only assigned to direct traffic. I watched as the travelers worked diligently and efficiently to rescue people, while a female traveler tried her best to calm the injured. Half an hour later, the police arrived, and people were rescued one by one. We followed the last ambulance to National Taiwan University. Along the way, the travelers boasted to each other about their "heroic" actions, which gave me a strange sense of accomplishment and joy. The convoy ran several red lights, with a police escort, and finally arrived at the emergency room of National Taiwan University Hospital. Two injured women were carried off on stretchers. I noticed one girl; her pale face showed a bewildered expression. She seemed to only have external injuries. The other appeared to have more serious injuries. Note: 1. "Talk mic" is a colloquial term for a radio microphone. 2. "144.86" is a radio channel. 144.860MHz is a commonly recognized emergency channel among radio operators, typically used for handling situations on the Sun Yat-sen Freeway. Watching the medical staff wheel the two injured people into the emergency room, with a bunch of people bustling in and out, I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I actually fell asleep in my chair (probably because I was just too tired).

Suddenly, someone shook me awake. I opened my eyes and saw a nurse: "Sir, are you a family member of the injured?"

"No...no, I'm from the rescue team."

She walked over to another person and asked the same question. I got up and walked towards a group of doctors and nurses. I vaguely heard them discussing something. It seemed that one of the injured needed immediate surgery, but National Taiwan University Hospital was performing a major operation and couldn't provide enough type B blood. I interjected, "Do you need type B blood? How much?"

One of the female doctors, with very short hair, looked at me and said, "Yes! Even if you could donate blood, it wouldn't be enough!"

"It's okay, I'll figure something out!"

I went back to where the rescue team members were gathered, shook them awake one by one, and asked them one by one. It turned out that the only type B person among the team members was a Taiwanese woman who was underweight and couldn't donate blood. Just then, my hand inadvertently touched my phone at my waist. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I ran to the rooftop of National Taiwan University, pulled out the retractable antenna, switched to my usual channel, and

broadcast to Taipei:

"Emergency! Emergency! This is 234 'Nautilus,' all friends on our channel. There is a patient at National Taiwan University Hospital who urgently needs type B blood. We urgently need type B blood!

All friends on our channel, please join us in this charitable act and donate blood to save lives. For verification purposes, please contact the emergency room at National Taiwan University Hospital. The phone number is…"

After broadcasting on my five or six usual channels, I returned to the emergency room with a heavy heart. All the way there, I wondered: Would my plea be effective? If there isn't enough blood, will the patient survive?

When I got back to the emergency room, I was shocked. Many friends from all over Taipei had already arrived. The emergency room phone was ringing off the hook with calls verifying my identity. I was so moved I almost cried, standing there dumbfounded.

"Nautilus!" What are you standing there for? Come help! "A rescue team member shouted.

The female doctor with very short hair (I called her Cool Sister Doctor) looked at me, gave me a thumbs up, and I returned the gesture before going to help.

We wrote down the channel numbers, locations, frequently used channels, and phone numbers of all the friendly stations that came to donate blood. Later, after counting, there were more than 120 people in total, not including those friendly stations that refused to leave their information. This incident alarmed the senior management of National Taiwan University and even made it onto the television news!

Later, the injured person had a safe operation and recovered. Her father even hosted a banquet at "Hai Ba Wang" to thank these friendly stations because they insisted on not accepting a single penny.

And Lan was the girl who was in the same car as the injured person. From then on, my life had one more sunny girl.

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I gazed at her quietly. Bathed in the bright moonlight, her face appeared even more captivating. She was the ideal wife type, a quintessential gentlewoman, skilled at housework, frugal, and not overly swayed by trends. Her clothing always possessed a unique and refined style.

This was it—my ideal wife.

Five years of dating had passed; it was time to give her a commitment.

[Image of a woman]

In the morning, I took Lan to work and then returned to my office. During my lunch break, I asked Amy to accompany me to a jewelry store on Dunhua South Road to choose a ring. While I'm adept at designing machinery, choosing rings is a complete novice. Amy's boyfriend owns a jewelry store, so we went there hoping for a discount.

I proposed to Lan on her 25th birthday. Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, she shyly nodded and said yes. In the following days, we went to choose wedding cakes, looked at wedding dresses, and prepared the things needed for the engagement.

I

opened my handbook and saw it recorded: (3.22 Lan returned to Yilan.) "Oh!... Lan went back to Yilan this morning and will be back tonight. I need to hurry and pack my things when I get back..."

"Beep...beep..." The phone on the table rang. I was wondering where Amy had gone and why she wasn't answering the phone. I looked up at the clock; it was already past eight o'clock. She had already left work.

I picked up the phone: "Hello! Who is this?"

"Excuse me...is Xu Zheng there?"

I heard...it was Apple. "Yes...this is...what can I do for you?" "

I'm downstairs, can I come up?" She came to the address on my business card. The elevator doors opened, and she walked in. The huge office was empty except for the two of us. I noticed her eyes were red, as if she had just been crying. I led her to the reception room and poured her a glass of juice. "What's wrong?" "What, an old friend is feeling down and wants to vent? Not welcome?" "No...no, it's just sudden." She slowly told me about her work problems and relationship troubles. She said she missed the days we spent together and regretted leaving me because of her youthful folly... Then she hugged me. I pushed her away forcefully. She seemed unable to believe I would push her away, and without a second thought... I straightened my clothes and looked at her. "I'm getting engaged to Lan. Please respect your own decision." "Engaged...you're getting engaged?" She screamed frantically, as if she had suddenly fallen into an abyss, pounding herself repeatedly. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she grabbed me: "It's okay, I don't care about titles, I won't cause trouble at your house, I don't need you to support me, I just ask you to let me be with you, even if it's just for one day a month, I won't mind...I really regret it..." She hugged me again, but this time very tightly. I didn't dare to pull her away too hard, afraid of hurting her. "Apple, don't be silly, it's impossible for us. If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Besides, don't you have a very good boyfriend? You should cherish your relationship."

But she didn't seem to be listening to me. She started touching me, her tongue teasing me, and she unbuttoned her shirt—she wasn't wearing a bra. While I was still bewildered, she pulled off a piece of her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing panties either… It was clearly all planned.

She took my hand and caressed her own breasts. I kept saying, "No! We can't be together!" But she remained unmoved and continued.

She pushed me to the ground, straddled me, unzipped my pants, pulled out my erect penis, and took it into her mouth, stroking it with her tightly closed red lips, her hand moving up and down in sync… Waves of pleasure surged through my penis, and my will began to waver.

She skillfully stimulated my penis, and my desire gradually rose. Her other hand roamed over my "forbidden zone."

Finally, the primal human reaction was hard to control. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, sucking on her nipples and caressing her breasts with my hands. She kept repeating, "Possess me, enjoy me to your heart's content, it's okay."

I parted her legs, seeing glistening love juice flowing from her tender red opening, her labia opening and closing as if waiting.

I

guided my penis to her vulva… Suddenly, I saw a red piece of paper fall to the ground. It was… it was my order with Lanxi Bing. That piece of paper was like a clap of thunder in spring, waking me from my daze. A strong sense of guilt washed over me; I felt like a deserter who had betrayed his country, constantly tormented by my conscience.

I hurriedly got up, put my clothes back on, picked up the paper, carefully folded it, and put it in my purse.

She couldn't believe my sudden change in attitude and stared at me blankly.

I picked up her clothes and tossed them to her, saying casually, "Put your clothes on! It's very cold in here; remember to close the door when you leave." I walked out of the reception room, and as I closed

the door, I heard her crying inside. Back at my place on Heping East Road, Lan was already asleep. I took a shower and quietly climbed into bed, reflecting on what had just happened. I thought to myself, "Making a mistake once is bad enough; I won't make the same mistake again." Lan was fast asleep. I gently kissed her forehead, pulled the covers over her, and went to sleep! When I returned to the office this morning, I saw a note left by Amy on my desk. Chief Xu: At 8:30, a Ms. Zhou called and asked you to call back! She said she had her cell phone with her. I picked up the phone, thought for a moment, then hung up and threw the note away… Later, I told Amy that from now on, except for Lan calling me, I should ask any girl who calls to leave her number so I can call back. Apple called me several times, but I didn't answer. Around 7 PM, I drove back to my place and saw a white March parked in front of the convenience store. I slowed down and looked at the license plate—it was Apple's car! ...Was she waiting for me? Should I see her? I thought about it for a long time and decided not to go back now, lest Apple do something else. Instead, I drove to Maokong Gobi in Muzha to stargaze, not returning until midnight. When I got home, the elevator doors opened, and I saw a note left on my door. I tore off the note, opened the door, turned on the light, threw the note on the bed, and went to take a shower. After showering, I grabbed the hairdryer, drying my hair while looking at the note. Zheng: I waited for you downstairs today, saw your car come back, and then left. I know you're avoiding me, but I don't mind! Later, I saw your Lan coming with big bags and small bags. I guess she was helping you tidy up the house? She's prettier in person than in photos; you have great taste. You're getting engaged soon, you must be very busy! I waited until after 11 pm but you didn't show up, so I went home first. Best wishes to you both! I thought to myself: She's finally given up. That's good. Although seeing her still makes my heart flutter, it's just out of nostalgia for the days we spent together! "Beep...beep..." The phone on the bedside table rang. "Hello! Who's looking for...who's looking for?" Strange, no one answered the phone. I impatiently said into the receiver, "Hello! Who's looking for? I 'm hanging up if you don't answer!" Still no response, I hung up. "Crazy!" I cursed angrily. After drying my hair, I went to bed. I don't know what time it was, but I suddenly felt someone moving around in the house... I thought to myself: Could it be Lan? What's she doing here in the middle of the night? But I thought that besides the landlord, only Lan had a key, so I said into the dark room, "Lan! Is that you?" I tried to get up and walk over, but found that my limbs were immobile. A thought flashed through my mind: "Oh my god! Is it a ghost...pressing down on me?" I tensed up and struggled, slowly realizing that I was tied up. I thought: Could a thug have broken in? A chill ran down my spine at the thought. Oh no! Oh no! If it's a ghost, that's fine, but if it's a person, I'm in big trouble! Why? Because if it were a ghost, I had no grudge against it, so it would probably just scare me and wouldn't hurt me; but if it were a human, that would be different. Even if it was their benefactor, a "human" could still be hostile to me. Suddenly , with a "snap," the light was switched on, and my eyes, stimulated by the bright light from the darkness, couldn't open. All of this was against me. Slowly, my eyes adjusted, and when I looked closely, it was...it was her! Apple! "How did you get in? Do you have a key?" "I called a locksmith and lied to him that I forgot my key, and he opened the door for me." Her tone was gentle as she slowly walked towards me. It was only then that I noticed she had deliberately dressed up. She wore a white shirt, a red floral print tank top with a row of buttons down the front, and a black denim jacket over it. She had light makeup on. I struggled a little, but still couldn't break free. I looked at her and asked, "Did you tie this up? Why?" Then I remembered that the strange phone call that night must have been hers; she wanted to make sure I was home. She straddled me, then leaned over me and whispered, "I love you, Zheng! I want to have your baby, but you keep rejecting me, so I have to..." I was stunned. What kind of world is this?! This is unbelievable! "Apple! Think carefully. I will definitely marry Lan. Do you want your child to be born without a father? Don't do anything foolish! It's not fair to you and the child!"

"It's okay! As soon as I get pregnant with your baby, I'll marry my current boyfriend. I'll cherish our child. He'll have a father too, and as long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, he'll love the baby like his own!"

"How can you be so sure I won't say anything?"

She smiled. "If you want your child to be abused, then say something!"

Good heavens! What a cruel tactic.

She got up, took off her coat, and straddled me. I was tied face-up to the bed, helpless like a lamb to the slaughter. She

started raising her hands, as if to masturbate, or perhaps to tease me, kneading her breasts!

Then she ran her fingers over her lips, her eyes closed, as if enjoying it all. She stuck out her tongue and gently curled it to lick her lips. One hand was caressing her breast, the other removing her hair clip, her long, curly hair adding to her allure. She leaned down, gently teasing my earlobe with the tip of her tongue, then kissing the back of my neck, exhaling warm breath, before kissing me with her warm lips. I didn't respond, simply letting her touch me. She sat up again, slowly unbuttoning her dress one button at a time, then caressing her breasts again… She then took off her shirt, revealing her white lace bra, and then her stockings. I tried my best to keep my erection from reacting, but I'm not a saint, nor am I a saint, and besides, she was quite beautiful; my penis just wouldn't obey, growing harder and harder. She seemed to understand my physical reaction, removing her bra and rubbing her already erect nipples with her fingers. She seemed unable to bear the stimulation, letting out a moan. She pulled down my pants, revealing my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her breasts. Waves of pleasure surged through my brain. She looked up at me and quickened the pace of her rubbing. "Apple, don't do this, it's making me uncomfortable..." I said, though it was too stimulating. She grabbed my penis, took it into her mouth, tightened her lips, and swirled her tongue around the head of my penis while simultaneously stroking it up and down with her hand. She sucked on my penis so hard that her cheeks hollowed out, and I closed my eyes, unable to resist the pleasure. She released my penis and whispered in my ear, "Zheng, I love you so much! I really love you! Give me a baby, give me one..." Then she pulled down her panties. Her tender vulva was swollen and red with excitement. She adjusted her position, grasped my penis with one hand, aimed it at her own opening, and carefully sat down, but couldn't penetrate. I thought: she must have never tried this before, that's why she couldn't get in. Just then, a tingling pleasure surged through me, and my penis was immediately gripped in a warm, wet place. She also let out a moan: "Ah!...Give me baby...give...me..." She began to move slowly up and down, her hands braced on my arms, her cheeks flushed. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw her; her face was also rosy, but it was the blush of a young girl. She began to increase her speed, and I slowly lost my senses due to the pleasure, arching and contracting my back in sync with her movements. She lay on top of me, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. I moved forcefully and quickly, each movement like a machine gun hitting the enemy's vitals. Her moans reached a point of ecstasy; she twisted her waist with all her might. She began to murmur incoherently: "Zheng!...I...baby...want...me..." Her hands gripped me tightly, her legs stretched out straight, her vagina contracting in waves, gripping my penis again and again. I desperately tried to twist her away, because the signal from my penis was telling me: Danger! Danger! But I didn't expect that she would immediately recover from the pleasure of her orgasm, clamping her legs around me to prevent me from pulling my penis out of her vagina and ejaculating outside. Because from Apple before to Lan now, they always took a long time to calm down after orgasm, I originally wanted to let Apple orgasm first, and then pull out and ejaculate outside while she was still "relishing" it. Ah! Oh no… My penis gushed powerfully deep inside her vagina, contracting repeatedly, as if trying to expel all the semen. Gradually, the post-ejaculation pleasure subsided, and I found her still on top of me: "Apple, I've given you everything you wanted, let me go!" "I want to stay on you a little longer to increase the chances of conception, just bear with me!" Good heavens! She even found out about "increasing the chances of conception," she really meant it! Slowly , sleepiness overwhelmed me, and I drifted off to sleep, gnawed away by the drowsy bug. ＊... I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like I'd just returned from the Vietnam War, haggard. Suddenly, I noticed red bruises on my wrists… It dawned on me—what happened last night was real! I went to work with a jumbled mess of thoughts, and spent the entire day absent-minded. I signed the documents Amy brought in the wrong place, and answered several calls from old clients but couldn't remember their names. Amy noticed my erratic behavior and asked the boss for half a day off so I could go home and rest. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, constantly thinking: What if Apple really is pregnant? What will I do? How will I explain it to Lan? Although Apple keeps saying he'll love the baby, what if the secret comes out? Will the baby be abused? But for several days in a row, Apple's name didn't appear on the notes on my desk. As my wedding day with Lan and I drew closer, the busyness of daily life made me almost forget about it, until three days before our wedding. That day, I had just returned to my office from the restroom and was passing by Amy's desk when the phone rang. I saw Amy printing something in the company's photocopying room, so I answered it casually: "Hello! Chief's Office, who is this?" There was a long silence on the other end before someone spoke: "Zheng! It's me..." I heard Apple's voice and froze, as if I'd been struck by lightning. I stood there, frozen in place for a while, until she broke the silence: "I...I...I'm going to get a checkup later to see if I'm pregnant. You...you...wait for my good news!" Then she hung up. I went back to my office and slumped into a chair. "Good...good news?!...Ah! My child..." I murmured absentmindedly until Amy walked in. Seeing that I was acting silly again, she shook me vigorously: "Hey!...Hey!...Come back!...Come back!" "Ah!...Who's back?" I snapped out of my daze. "It's you!...You're back!" She walked out with a smile.

I flipped through the handbook; today is April 28th. Almost a month has passed since that night. Could Apple really be pregnant?

I hurriedly found her business card and called Apple's company. Her colleague said she had taken half a day off!

I tried calling her cell phone, but it was off. I was so worried about her, but there was no response!

Then I slipped out and ran to her house to wait for her. I sat in my car and waited until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, because I had slept in the car, my whole body ached, so I got up early and continued waiting.

I glanced at the clock in my car—6:05.

Suddenly, her door opened. I opened my eyes wide. This…this…it looked like her sister. I hadn't seen her in so long; she had grown up and become much prettier. I got out of the car and walked towards her.

Her sister was wearing sportswear, as if she was going to exercise.

"Good morning, miss! Are you Ya-juan? I'm your sister's friend."

"Who…who are you looking for? What do you want?" she asked nervously.

This little girl! She tricked me into watching so many movies and eating so much McDonald's before, and now she doesn't even remember me after just a few years. Seriously.

"I'm her classmate from her five-year vocational college days. I came from the south on a business trip and stopped by to see her." Since she doesn't remember me, I'll just lie to her and avoid trouble.

"She didn't go home yesterday! I didn't know..."

I drove back to the company, looking out the window at the people and cars coming and going in Taipei, the gray sky. It was past ten o'clock,

and

I was busy with work when "beep..." The dedicated fax machine on my desk gave a signal indicating reception was complete. I thought: Who could it be? What does it want? I casually tore off a piece of paper and glanced at it absentmindedly.

"Hmm?...The handwriting looks familiar..." I put down my work and looked more closely. It was Apple's handwriting. She's really clever; she knew I wouldn't answer the phone, but a fax would be unavoidable.

After carefully reading the message, I was shocked.

Zheng:

Actually, I've always loved you. Back then, I left you because I was young and playful. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I still have to tell you… Starting from the first semester of my TEM-4 (Test for English Majors-4), I worked nights, right?

That's how I met a guy two years older than me. He dropped out of school; he's the only son of the owner of that chain department store.

He's very fun-loving; every day after work, he'd drive me out. Back then, I was young and naive, thinking that was life. Although you were my first love, and I gave you everything, maybe it was foolish of me to leave you so easily. I think that's the biggest mistake of my life! Now, I have no right to ask you to accept me again, nor do I have the right to ruin your life with Lan. Now

, it seems even God is punishing me; I can't even conceive your baby. I went for a checkup yesterday, and the doctor said I can't get pregnant. I think it might be because I was injured when I had "his" child before. It's all my own fault. I'm so upset and confused right now.

My sister said you came to see me this morning, but it's no use! Don't look for me anymore, cherish your Lan! Maybe this is her last word.

I immediately called her company: "Hello! I'm looking for Zhou Yaping, is she there?"

"She's not here, I'm her colleague, may I ask who you are...?"

"I'm her friend, my surname is Xu, did she say where she was going?" "

She took the day off, said she was feeling down and wanted to go for a walk... I think she mentioned... the Love Stone."

The Love Stone!? That's where we made our vows to be together, and it's where I first kissed her. I immediately asked Amy to ask for leave for me.

The Love Stone is a big rock near the Siyuan Pass. Years ago, a group of us went there on our bikes, and it was on that rock that she accepted my kiss and officially became my girlfriend.

My 405 sped along the North-South Highway, the screeching of the tires as I turned corners, accompanied by the curses of other drivers, as I drove onto the Central Cross-Island Highway Yilan Branch... I don't know why, but I always have an uneasy feeling in my heart.

After passing Qilan and Miaofu, several cars suddenly overtook me with their red lights flashing. I saw the words "Yilan County Emergency Relief Association" on their rear windshields, and my heart started to race. I switched the car radio to their channel.

The radio crackled to life: "A car has plunged into the valley, near the pass..."

Oh my god! Apple wouldn't do something stupid, would she?!

Just then, several more emergency relief association vehicles overtook me, and I followed behind them, overtaking them all the way... The pass was just ahead.

At

the pass, many emergency relief association vehicles were parked by the roadside. One large crane, probably used for nearby construction, was extending its boom and lifting something, with a long steel cable dangling down into the valley.

I parked the car and walked towards the crane. I saw a large hole in the roadside guardrail, right next to our love-destined stone… I had a feeling what was going on. Looking at the ground, there were no skid marks.

After more than an hour of fussing, the crane suddenly started moving, raising its cable. My heart pounded with each retraction, and I kept trying to convince myself, “It’s just a coincidence… a coincidence, it can’t be Apple…”

The crane pulled up, revealing a twisted, white March. I saw a rag doll I had given her years ago hanging in the rearview mirror.

“Ah!… Poor little girl… so pitiful!”

I was struck dumb, staring at the hole.

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Today is Apple's funeral. I went to a garden cemetery in Jinshan to visit her, looking at her from afar.

Many people stood before her grave; they must be her relatives. A young man was crying very sadly; he must be her current boyfriend.

I watched her from a distance until they left, then I quietly approached and offered her her favorite sunflower, because I used to say she was like a sunflower, always facing the sun; she was forever as radiant as the sun!

I took out my harmonica and played the song I played for her when we first met: "Parting at Pingju."

Gradually, tears blurred my vision as I recalled all the things we had shared.

Finally, I said to her, "Apple, rest in peace! I forgive you, really!...I forgive you."

I got into my car, looking at myself in the rearview mirror...Let's go home! Yesterday is over... Tomorrow I'm marrying Lan.

I started the car and drove towards our home. The radio played Na Ying's song: "There's no extended relationship between us, no right to possess each other... Day and night only alternate, never exchange. We can't imagine each other's space. We still insist on standing in our own places, dividing each other into two worlds. You'll never understand my sorrow, like the day doesn't understand the night's darkness, like the eternally burning sun doesn't understand the moon's waxing and waning..."

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