Erotic Spinning

Erotic Spinning Around

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Part 1 (Starring Zhang Jingchu)

It was her birthday, a time of celebration for everyone, when a seemingly calm phone call rang in Zhang Jingchu's home, only to stir up trouble.

It was a young woman's voice, revealing a decisiveness and firmness. Sometimes Zhang Jingchu herself thought, youth is wonderful, with so many joyful things, unlike now, always burdened by housework, even often neglecting her husband. The young woman said she wanted to visit, and although it was a day meant to be spent with family, Zhang Jingchu still politely welcomed her.

A woman in a bright red dress sat in front of Zhang Jingchu, making Zhang Jingchu feel that her red was dazzling.

Everyone sat together, talking casually, but Zhang Jingchu was very bothered by the woman's eyes constantly fixed on her husband. Although she addressed her husband respectfully, that respect carried a sense of unbridled arrogance, something women are always very sensitive to.

The woman in red surveyed the house, her gaze finally settling on a small flag—a national flag drawn by Zhang Jingchu's daughter. They were all very proud of it, so it was displayed prominently. The woman suddenly burst into laughter, a very unrestrained kind of laughter, "Haha...haha...drawn it backwards...so clumsy..." Yes, it turned out her youngest daughter had drawn the flag backwards; her eye for detail was indeed sharp. Zhang Jingchu was still displeased by her rudeness. She stood up and picked up the small flag. Zhang Jingchu never expected that when she turned around, she would see that scene: the woman was clearly quite drunk, her hands on her husband's arms, shouting loudly, "I'm really leaving tomorrow! Don't you miss me? Huh? Don't you want me to stay with you? Tonight, right here? Huh, say something!"

The woman pressed her body against her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck. The husband was desperately trying to get rid of her, explaining to Zhang Jingchu, "She's really drunk, she's crazy!" But anyone could see it was a futile attempt to cover it up. As they struggled, they rolled from the sofa onto the carpet, and even sitting there, they continued their entanglement.

Zhang Jingchu couldn't believe such a thing had happened in her own territory; it was an absolute insult. Standing there, Zhang Jingchu forgot that she had just wanted to kick the woman out, forgot that she had just wanted to scold her husband for bringing such a woman into the house. Tears welled up in Zhang Jingchu's eyes, weighing her down, as if slowly sinking into her heart.

Her mind was a jumbled mess, filled with something she couldn't quite define. Usually, it was only her husband and daughter; what was it now? Was it herself? She didn't know. She was simply unable to move, standing there dumbfounded, utterly foolish.

They continued. The woman clutched her husband's collar, pleading, "We haven't slept for days. I really miss you. Don't you miss me? I know you love me." The woman cupped her husband's face in her hands, tears streaming down her face, looking utterly wronged. Her husband stared blankly at her, letting her humiliate him like this. Zhang Jingchu was truly enraged. Her bare feet, clad only in socks, stepped on the scattered glass marbles, feeling nothing. She slowly walked over and said in a low voice, "You two go outside."

It was a truly deep voice, filled with unspeakable repression. Her upbringing still held sway, but her emotions had pushed her endurance to its limit.

Her husband pushed the woman away, stood up, and grabbed Zhang Jingchu's hand, anxiously saying, "Minzhen… Minzhen, it's not…"

Zhang Jingchu didn't want to argue with the person who had insulted her. She shouted, "Let go!" and shook off her husband's hand.

Her husband grabbed Zhang Jingchu again, explaining, "She's drunk. Jingchu!" Zhang Jingchu knew this was a greater deception, and this deception had only just begun. Zhang Jingchu had no more mercy for them. She hissed at the woman, "You crazy woman! Don't stay here, go outside!" Zhang Jingchu then turned to her husband, "And you! You're shameful! Is flirting fun?" With that, she turned and went into the kitchen, not wanting to see the adulterous couple again.

The woman in red's tearful eyes shone with hatred. The man dragged her up from the ground, shaking her, "Get out! Get out!" She didn't back down, shouting, "Stop!" and pushing the man away…

Zhang Jingchu remained alone in the kitchen, covering her mouth and sobbing, oblivious to the sounds outside. The lights were off, and only a faint moonlight seeped in through the window, so pale, as if it only adorned someone else's life, while its own brilliance was utterly unimportant. Moon, oh moon, what are you doing here? The woman in red pushed open the door and stormed in, furious.

The woman's bright red dress gleamed eerily in the moonlight as she approached Minzhen with a defiant air: "Do you know we're in love? He asked me to seduce him, and said he'd love me forever. We even had a child, which I had aborted last month. Your husband is waiting for me outside the operating room. He said he's afraid I won't wake up, afraid he'll never see me again!" The woman continued, relentlessly. Zhang Jingchu felt utterly foolish. So much had happened, yet she knew nothing. She had trusted her husband so much, but what was he doing? Hurting two women at the same time!

Zhang Jingchu covered her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. But the woman, basking in vengeful pleasure, continued to torment her: "You want me to leave? You're kidding! I have the right to be here, just like you!" At that moment, Minzhen's husband pushed open the door and entered. The woman panicked, fearing she would be dragged out, and grabbed a tarpaulin from the nearby table, striking Zhang Jingchu.

Zhang Jingchu couldn't dodge, but she knew a small kitchen knife was hidden inside the tarpaulin. Her hand was cut, blood gushing out, and she could hear her husband's rant. She felt everything had left her, so distant… She didn't want to care about anything anymore; she just wanted to disappear, to be free of worries…

This sudden event disrupted all of Zhang Jingchu's plans, paralyzing her life. She often saw that oppressive red rushing towards her, making her lose her footing. She couldn't bear this state of losing trust in everything; it felt like deception was everywhere, something unspeakable. What she once considered beautiful was now shrouded in dust, gray and blurring her vision. Her husband

's submissiveness only made her more miserable, a constant reminder that he had betrayed her.

But life had to go on; she didn't have the courage to leave the home she had intended to serve for life. To be considerate, her husband moved the family to the countryside, saying it would be better for Zhang Jingchu's recovery.

Zhang Jingchu thought it was a good idea; perhaps leaving her old environment would distance all her unhappiness, especially the fresh air and boundless greenery, which might soothe her headaches.

She didn't care how much of a waste it was for her husband to sell his company and run a small bookstore. He'd lost a promising future, just to prevent him from straying. Minzhen knew her head injury had long since healed, but no one could cure the wound in her heart, so she just took tranquilizers to numb herself when her head ached.

Life was more monotonous now, but she didn't have to think about anything, just killing time all day.

Time, humph, she scoffed at herself inwardly; she had plenty. In the countryside, it was just making breakfast, taking the kids to and from school, and cooking dinner. No need to buy groceries, no need to buy clothes—fewer steps, more time. She had a lifetime ahead of her; what was the rush?

The village, like the air here, was clean, and there was nothing to worry about. Zhang Jingchu rode her bike around, basking in the sun, letting it dispel her gloomy mood. But two things were different, making Minzhen feel strange.

In a small shop, she encountered a woman with a vacant gaze. She lacked the usual warmth of a shopkeeper, offering only a cold, indifferent service, as if customers were enemies. Zhang Jingchu thought that she was merely numb to life, while this woman was truly indifferent—a strange woman indeed.

Her bicycle tires were flat on a country path, but Zhang Jingchu wasn't in a hurry. She simply abandoned the bike and strolled along, hoping to find someone to help her.

Walking along a path overgrown with weeds, Zhang Jingchu saw a small house surrounded by bamboo groves, a dilapidated well, rusty water pipes, holiday dresses scattered on the ground, torn packaging tape, and dusty picture frames—everything spoke of endless desolation. Zhang Jingchu picked up an old picture frame; it was clearly a wedding photo. The glass was broken, the colors faded, but the people in the picture were still smiling happily.

What a cruel irony! People always think they can control everything, yet they cannot withstand the passage of time, disappearing before the passage of time. The person was gone, let alone any feelings…

Just as she was lamenting this, Zhang Jingchu heard a car horn outside. Knowing her car was in the way, she hurriedly ran out. Little did she know, this chance encounter would change many people's lives.

At that moment, Wu Yanzu, sitting in his blue Jeep, saw Zhang Jingchu rushing out of the bamboo grove.

Her hair was disheveled, yet she still seemed somewhat composed. Why did this silly woman stop as soon as she saw his car? Helpless, he got out and asked her.

Although the car was hers, she seemed indifferent to everything, knowing nothing. He was terrified of her; had her husband spoiled her? Yet, her expression clearly held an unyielding melancholy. What a perplexing woman! What was most infuriating was that her bicycle wasn't broken, just flat. What kind of woman was this? Her mysterious nature truly piqued his curiosity.

So, Daniel Wu pulled her into his car, then put her bicycle on the back, letting her sit inside. He felt incredibly chivalrous, but she, seemingly distracted, didn't utter a single word of thanks.

As they neared the village, a sudden look of pain crossed her face. She immediately turned on the radio, the blaring noise unbearable for most. Daniel Wu reached into the car and turned it off. He quietly asked if she was alright. She finally smiled, but her expression looked like she was about to cry, and she whispered "It's nothing" before driving away.

Daniel Wu stood there, reflecting on what had just happened. This was a woman without striking beauty, but with a unique charm.

Good women are meant to be appreciated, not just looked at. Looking is superficial and meaningless; but appreciating is different. The flavor of good tea, good wine, and a good woman is something to be savored.

Daniel Wu was a doctor, and a young, handsome one at that, so he had many opportunities to appreciate women. Although he had many girlfriends, he didn't easily seduce any woman, so his women were all exceptional. This woman, he didn't know, but he knew she was worth appreciating—it was an intuition.

Zhang Jingchu knew she would definitely cry if she didn't drive away.

This stranger's concern tugged at her heartstrings. For a long time, she had been repulsed by men's advances, but he had honked his horn, drawing her in. She rejected him, yet had to accept his help and thoughtfulness. He must have been handsome, but she hadn't even noticed his appearance; she only remembered that he had inexplicably attracted her attention, exuding a strong masculine aura. But that was all. Aside from her husband, she had no time to scrutinize others.

The woman next door was telling her about the abandoned little house. The woman in the photo was having an affair with her lover, and when her father-in-law saw them, she killed him, destroying the entire family. She kept talking, saying that the villagers were very interested in other people's privacy because the place was so isolated; they could only focus on themselves. In truth, wasn't Zhang Jingchu the same? She was simply confined to her small space, even afraid to peek out.

Unexpectedly, the two things that had piqued her curiosity were solved—when she went to pick up her daughter that evening, she was offered a ride home to her daughter's classmate, Xiaoli. Xiaoli's mother turned out to be the same expressionless landlady. Seeing Xiaoli return in someone else's car, she immediately yelled, "You! Didn't I tell you not to ride in other people's cars! Go inside!"

This was truly a vicious person. Zhang Jingchu was stunned; she hadn't realized women lived like this. But based on her experience, Zhang Jingchu knew there must be some hidden reason for her behavior, and she didn't despise her.

Her suspicions were quickly confirmed when she dropped Xiaoli off again. Xiaoli, seeing her mother not standing at the door, looked even more frightened. Getting out of the car, she shouted, "Mom! Mom!" Then she saw her mother, half-naked, rushing out of the house, half her body stained crimson with blood, stumbling towards her. Behind her was a drunken man, shaking a bottle, chasing and yelling…

Zhang Jingchu immediately turned the car around and drove the woman away. She was indeed a pitiful woman, with delicate features, but her face was covered in bruises.

Because her family was poor, she had worked as a waitress in a tavern from a very young age, where she met Xiaoli's father, her first customer. He was also a fugitive, repeatedly imprisoned. She really didn't want to be with such a person, but no matter where she fled, he always managed to find her, and when they met, he would beat and verbally abuse her endlessly.

She had lost all her own thoughts, just helplessly surviving. Women, are you born weak? Why does suffering always befall you? Thinking about herself, Zhang Jingchu still couldn't understand.

It was another helpless night. Her husband had gone out for a business dinner and hadn't returned home yet. Her daughter was playing by herself, and Zhang Jingchu sat in the living room watching TV. The screen showed one scene after another of sports failures—people being thrown from cars or gored in the air by bulls… In short, it was terrible! Zhang Jingchu clutched the hot water cup, but her hands still trembled uncontrollably.

Her husband returned and kindly asked Zhang Jingchu what was wrong.

The old tear stains hadn't dried before new tears filled the space… Zhang Jingchu didn't look at her husband, staring ahead as she said, “Why did they do this even though they knew they were going to die? So stupid. Maybe you deserved to die. If she hadn't come, I would have died with you… Maybe I should have died first, so I wouldn't know anything… But I can't, I can't go back to the past… But I'm still sleeping next to you, why? Life is so empty and boring, I'm going crazy. It's all worthless, everything is empty…”

Zhang Jingchu touched her chest, as if even that was a hollow void, as if she had lost everything.

Her husband angrily interrupted her: "Shut up! How many times have I told you, it was just an accident!

I've apologized repeatedly, given up everything to open this little bookstore, I've dedicated my life to you and the children! To be honest, you're like a walking corpse, but I've never complained about you! You're so mean!" People in the heat of the moment always speak without thinking, picking at each other's Achilles' heel, striking hard, and then who cares what happens next? Life goes on, after all, no one has the courage to change things, so they just make do.

Daniel Wu was curious why he always seemed to see that woman at the right time. In the mornings at his villa in the mountains, he could see her dragging out a hose, casually washing her car, her absent-minded state almost comical; he could also bump into her while buying drinks, sitting on a bench, basking in the sun, whiling away the time, as if nothing concerned her.

It's so late now, and she's barged into my clinic again—what a coincidence! Even Wu Yanzu himself didn't realize that his expression upon seeing the woman was a mixture of surprise and excitement. So she had a tension headache; no wonder she was always frowning. But her obliviousness, her self-abandonment, was truly endearing. Wu Yanzu could strongly sense that her symptoms weren't just a headache, but a deep-seated inner pain, so painkillers were definitely not the solution.

She didn't seem to recognize him; being ignored for the first time was a truly unpleasant feeling. While listening to her heart, Wu Yanzu's hand touched her slightly cold skin, and he felt a slight flutter. Wu Yanzu asked some routine questions, but he knew his barely suppressed nervousness seeped into his voice. Finally, he learned her name: Zhang Jingchu, a very charming young woman. Zhou Yuan's heart smiled.

Zhang Jingchu took her medicine and left. Wu Yanzu hesitated for a moment, and just as she was about to leave, he called out to her: "Jingchu!" He actually used "Jingchu"—so intimate. Zhang Jingchu stared in surprise at the handsome male doctor. What was he going to do? A shy expression appeared on his face.

He hesitated before saying, "Want to play a little game with me? Happiness is the best medicine for headaches. Until summer, let's play lovers. Let's make love happily together..."

Daniel Wu slowly walked towards Zhang Jingchu, his attitude sincere, as if he were genuinely inviting a child to play a game, as if what he said had nothing to do with morality, but was simply for his own amusement.

Daniel Wu knew it was impossible for such a traditional woman to accept his suggestion immediately, so he continued to persuade her: "Sounds interesting, right? We can have a rule—if someone tells the other person 'I love you,' then the game is over. We won't see each other again. I'm not talking about cheating, it's just a game."

In the past, Zhang Jingchu would have glared at such a person, because she would have considered it an insult to her dignity. But now she was numb to everything, and her ignorance about such things had hurt her deeply, so she was somewhat curious: "Who plays this kind of game?"

Daniel Wu felt that he could say whatever he wanted to Zhang Jingchu without any hesitation, "Life is full of variables, and I don't want to stay stuck in one place. Maybe it's because I know I won't lose, or maybe I think I'm very attractive..."

"Do you often play these kinds of games?"

Daniel Wu laughed, knowing this was a very naive woman asking such a question. "I only play occasionally. Confessions of love, marriage, are usually the typical steps before sex. I hate this fixed pattern; it's like insurance. I'm not that kind of person. You seem annoying..."

Zhang Jingchu knew she was about to hit a nerve, so she turned to leave. Daniel Wu's voice came from behind: "I know you play these games because you have nothing else to do..." He had already said the hardest thing to say, and Daniel Wu sighed. This was a very interesting woman; being with her would definitely be a different experience. Daniel Wu hoped—the withered lily would receive the nourishment of the rain.

During the rainy season, typhoons always visited this small village. It was a stormy afternoon; her husband and daughter were not home. Only the clock ticked away, telling her what to do. Zhang Jingchu lay on the floor, unwilling to think or do anything. At this moment, the rain poured down even harder, soaking her worries, which clung to her body, making her feel restless, yet unable to move.

A car horn sounded outside. Looking out, she saw Daniel Wu sitting in the car, slumped over the steering wheel, staring blankly at her, his eyes conveying endless meaning. Then the car drove away. Zhang Jingchu couldn't sit still in the house; it was as if the constant honking of the horn was stimulating her already fragile nerves.

She got into his car. Zhang Jingchu couldn't explain her behavior, so she could only say she was bewitched. Sitting in Daniel Wu's car, Zhang Jingchu's heart was still filled with unease. Daniel Wu told her that there were no winners in this game, only losers. He had lost once, almost becoming a thug for that woman, constantly stalking and threatening her to be with him.

Zhang Jingchu said, as if talking to herself, "Who plays this kind of game? Bored women? Degenerate women?"

Daniel Wu continued, "Some women want to be degenerate, like you..." These words seemed like a magic spell, making Zhang Jingchu act against her will. Yes, why should she guard her chastity? Her husband had already betrayed her; why couldn't she try?

Her hand rested on Daniel Wu's leg—it was an exciting game! Daniel Wu embraced her, and a shiver ran through her. Yes, it had been a long time since she felt this way. She hated her husband's closeness; her skin felt unusually sensitive today. Now that she had decided to indulge herself, there was no distance between the car and the bed.

Daniel Wu lay down on the bed, looking at Zhang Jingchu sitting on it, as if he wanted her to see him clearly.

He approached her little by little, telling her to open her eyes. Daniel Wu always believed that sex was a wonderful thing; why be ashamed? He wanted to change this woman's life.

Zhang Jingchu was both nervous and expectant. She felt the tip of Daniel Wu's index finger linger on her chest, fiddle with the buttons of her clothes, and then begin to move down—her lower abdomen, her thighs… finally slipping inside her skirt. His hand tugged at her underwear, and Zhang Jingchu moved, helping him achieve his goal. Her

underwear fell down, her bra was pulled open. Zhang Jingchu felt like a rice dumpling, slowly revealing her fair, tender body—a body that had once belonged only to one person. His hand was like a branding iron, searing and piercing every inch of her skin. She couldn't care less; she embraced Wu Yanzu. So be it, so be it, let it all end!

The patter of rain outside, like a march, regulated their rhythm. They were entangled together, forgetting heaven and earth, forgetting time, forgetting their own existence… Intense excitement, accompanied by beads of sweat, revitalized their weary bodies—this was a space where undisturbed time and space were forbidden.

Occasionally, Wu Yanzu would considerately slow down, matching Zhang Jingchu's mood, telling her that her lower body was beautiful, expressing his fascination with her body through his actions. Zhang Jingchu truly felt alive again; her shattered self-esteem had returned. This was a man's love for a woman, not the love of a couple burdened by family and morality. To others, this was an immoral sexual relationship, but to her, it was a phoenix's self-immolation, signifying rebirth soon to come!

After their passion subsided, they sat together on the bed. Zhang Jingchu, like a shy little girl, asked, "Am I okay?"

Daniel Wu laughed, exhaling a smoke ring. "You know, you're very charming. You seem serious, but you're actually extraordinary. I'm almost drained by you." Zhang Jingchu thought for a moment and laughed too. Was she really like that?

How could she not feel anything? It turns out that communicating about these things is quite interesting. They talked, but there was no need for heart-to-heart talks. Without the constraints of a lifetime, they found it easy to talk.

In the small town, they often bumped into each other. Zhang Jingchu always smiled as she looked at the man with whom she had such a close relationship. They would also secretly exchange signals of wanting to meet.

Zhang Jingchu was no longer frowning, because life had revealed another side, and she had also fallen into depravity. What was this all about? Although she awoke from that numbness, she was plunged into another kind of distress: their dates were always sporadic. To avoid being discovered, they constantly came up with excuses, and to cover up the flaws in one lie, another would slip out. This was incredibly frustrating for Zhang Jingchu; she was never like that.

But when they couldn't see each other, she became even more anxious, as if tiny insects were biting her all over, and she couldn't concentrate on anything.

All day long, she thought about how to see him, even when she was with her family. She was completely obsessed.

Their meetings were truly difficult, always interrupted by unexpected events. One evening, while her husband watched TV in the living room, Zhang Jingchu couldn't resist any longer and jumped out of the bedroom window, wearing only a nightgown. Running on the pebbled path was no pleasant experience; the sharp pain in her feet made her feel incredibly brave. The lights in Wu Yanzu's house were still on, as if his affectionate eyes were beckoning her. Zhang Jingchu was excited…

but Wu Yanzu disappointed her. He wasn't pleased by her adventure; instead, he asked why she had done this, coming so late just to break their promise. Facing his wooden face, Zhang Jingchu lost interest, her heart turning cold. She whispered, "The lights are still on. I'm going back." To emphasize her contempt for Wu Yanzu's cowardice, she stressed, "No one saw me!" Her voice was indifferent.

Daniel Wu grabbed her arm, saying, "Jingchu, wait. Our agreement... is like duckweed on water, it doesn't mean anything

. Whether we stop or just pass by... it makes no difference." Zhang Jingchu was furious. She had risked coming here only to hear such irresponsible words. She shook off his hand and walked away. The pebbles were still under her feet, but she felt nothing. She had known he was a womanizer all along, so why had she fallen for it? Zhang Jingchu, let's see how you get out of this mess. These days were so bitter.

Back in the yard, her husband anxiously asked where she had been and why she was out so late in her pajamas.

Zhang Jingchu answered nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened. Lying wasn't hard after all. So this was how he lied to her too? Zhang Jingchu smiled and went inside.

Sitting at the dressing table, she dried her hair, and her husband slowly moved closer to her on the bed. He embraced Zhang Jingchu from behind, placing his hands on her slightly heaving chest. His breathing grew heavier, and he said gently, "Jingchu, you drive me crazy!... Let's do it... You won't refuse, will you?"

Zhang Jingchu no longer disliked her husband's approach. What did it matter? He was just a man driven by desire. Zhang Jingchu felt his excitement, understood the hidden meaning in his fingers, and her consciousness gradually faded, leaving only her feelings to control her...

They were still in a cold war when Wu Yanzu's wife arrived. She seemed to run a restaurant in the city and would bring a group of people back for vacation every year. That day, Zhang Jingchu was picking up discarded mineral water bottles on the street when they bumped into each other. Zhang Jingchu, with a stiff face, walked past Wu Yanzu, her bag brushing against him, but ignoring him.

After a few steps, she returned to the small bamboo grove, threw away the bag, and squatted there, angry, but she didn't know who to be angry with. Just then, Daniel Wu arrived, panting heavily: "You walked really fast!"

Zhang Jingchu ignored him, pulled off her wig, and let her hair fall loose, revealing a unique charm. Daniel Wu found it amusing, knowing she was probably still angry about that day.

"I love you," Zhang Jingchu said indifferently, "Does this mean I lost... the game is over?"

Daniel Wu approached her and squatted down: "Are you serious?" He thought to himself, "She's acting like a child throwing a tantrum." "You can't!"

Zhang Jingchu laughed too, knowing she couldn't, but still stubbornly insisted, "Anyway, I did say I'd remind you to follow the rules."

Zhang Jingchu naturally reached out and fiddled with Daniel Wu's white shirt. Daniel Wu restrained his impulse, but she was so attractive to him. He leaped and pinned Zhang Jingchu to the ground; this was truly the perfect bedroom.

They rolled and frolicked on the fallen leaves, sex and love, carrying the scent of sunshine, entered each other's bodies, happiness rustling through the bamboo leaves.

On the day of the memorial service, Zhang Jingchu, as usual, went back to her parents' home and stayed overnight. She had made up her mind to spend that night with Daniel Wu.

So she left her mother's house early and stood on the street, waiting for Daniel Wu's arrival. She was extremely satisfied with herself; after deliberate makeup, a sweet glow radiated from her face, something Zhang Jingchu was very confident about.

But in the restaurant, Daniel Wu said he had to go back soon. It was really disappointing; he was always so unpredictable, hot and cold. Zhang Jingchu wiped off her lipstick in the restroom and walked out dejectedly. Why was it like this?

Sitting back down, Zhang Jingchu said somewhat agitatedly, "Why did you come? I really hate how I've become. Since we can't continue, let's end it."

"I won't be angry with you, but don't say anything more." Daniel Wu lowered his head, not looking at Zhang Jingchu.

"If you're tired of it, just say so. There were never any vows between us." Zhang Jingchu grabbed her handbag from the table and was about to leave.

Daniel Wu held her hand, caressing it. "It's not that I don't want to, quite the opposite... You still don't understand me. We've gone too far. I only realized this when we got here."

They calmly got back into the car. Yes, they needed to talk, because now it seemed they had both betrayed the game.

Daniel Wu continued, "I hate myself for this too. I wanted to go back while waiting for you, but four hours later we're still here. I know going back would be crazy, it's the same everywhere. This is my life. I know I'm bad, I'm never trustworthy... When I'm old, I'll be like my dad, running away from the person I love. I'll cut my hand with a knife, telling myself not to love anymore, but then you appeared... My nurse spread rumors, people in the village are talking about us, some are even asking, 'How does a doctor make love?'"

Daniel Wu fell silent. He had originally planned to bear it all alone, but how did he end up telling her?

"If this is the last time, how do you plan to live?" Daniel Wu asked.

Zhang Jingchu felt suffocated by the question, but she still answered earnestly: "Do laundry, clean the refrigerator, go to the hair salon and tell the hairdresser you'd like a haircut... look at all the old photos, change my underwear..." Daniel Wu was really impatient. "Then what about me? When will we meet on our last night?"

Zhang Jingchu looked at him and smiled: "From morning till night..."

Daniel Wu continued: "Never apart, I don't want you to leave for a moment."

Zhang Jingchu was a little moved. She smiled through her tears: "We played games, but we went too far. Let's end it, and never see each other again."

Was it really as they had predicted—this was their first night, and also their end? They just cherished that night.

The car stopped on the winding mountain road. Daniel Wu said: "Say you love me, and that's how we end it."

Zhang Jingchu smiled absentmindedly, "I don't want to play games anymore..."

Just then, the village bus to the city drove by. There was no way to hide anymore. Many people saw her sitting in his car, so early—the result was self-evident.

They truly could no longer meet, yet the longing spread like wildfire. Whenever Zhang Jingchu closed her eyes, she would feel Zhou Yuan caressing her; she was terrified but unable to control it.

She had no choice but to seek out Xiaoli's mother, the only one who could understand her. But the shop had closed. The woman told Zhang Jingchu that she planned to move again, so that the man would never find her again.

The woman told Zhang Jingchu that her name was Sun Yun, but since leaving home at 15, no one had known that name, and she only wanted Zhang Jingchu to know it. This woman was beginning a new life; she was so courageous, even though her life was filled with suffering.

Zhang Jingchu envied her and hoped for a fresh start, but where was the path? Her husband called to ask where the nicotine cassette tape was. Zhang Jingchu knew she had thrown it away because of her disappointment in him, and her husband sounded very dissatisfied. What was he still yelling about? Wasn't everything caused by him?

After hanging up, the fishpond construction workers arrived, so Zhang Jingchu decided to go for a walk.

But then she saw a glamorous woman get out of Wu Yanzu's car. Zhang Jingchu was furious. She walked straight over, grabbed her handbag, and started hitting Wu Yanzu, yelling, "Bastard! Scoundrel!"

Wu Yanzu pulled her back and told her to get in the car.

Zhang Jingchu hadn't forgotten to pick up her daughter, so she told Wu Yanzu to wait for her; she had to go to school first.

At the door of the hotel room, Zhang Jingchu hesitated. She leaned against the door, questioning herself: why was she still angry? This shouldn't have anything to do with her; she really shouldn't have gone in. Just then, the door opened, and Daniel Wu forcefully pulled her inside, closing the door behind him.

Zhang Jingchu pressed against the wall, seemingly unable to move, utterly powerless. Daniel Wu pulled her into his arms and said earnestly, "I can't handle such drastic changes in life. If you live with me, we'll repeat the same mistakes, like you and your husband. In the end, I'll also deceive you; when I meet another woman, I'll lie to you too."

Zhang Jingchu managed to utter two words with difficulty: "Absurd!" She said sadly, "What do you know about him and me? What do you mean by 'drastic changes'?"

Daniel Wu suddenly felt somewhat at a loss in the face of this woman. His feelings for her were far too complex. He always wanted to shirk responsibility, but seeing her melancholy and anger, he couldn't bear it; he truly felt sorry for her. They gazed at each other deeply, their love surging like a torrent. Unable to control themselves, they made love, tears streaming down their faces…

Only a sweet embrace could rescue them from their overwhelming helplessness, only gentle caresses could soothe their anxieties, only passionate lovemaking could rekindle their passion for life. They forgot everything around them, but tears flowed.

What followed seemed like a preordained destiny. Her husband waited at the hotel entrance and questioned her. He took her to the dock, saying he wanted to talk to her. By then, Zhang Jingchu had decided to be her own person and proposed a divorce. Enraged, her husband felt his sacrifices had been in vain and forcefully threw Zhang Jingchu onto the dam. Distressed, Zhang Jingchu walked back to Wu Yanzu's place, her resolve unwavering; she was determined to start her own life. Wu Yanzu treated her gently, and happiness seemed to have returned.

No one could have predicted that they would be involved in a car accident—Wu Yanzu lost his life, and Zhang Jingchu lost her lover. Zhang Jingchu now began to live her own life, earning her own living.

Day after day, she was busy with work, often eating coarse food, and sleeping alone in a small room at night.

Sometimes, memories would resurface and sting her gradually calming heart, even waking her up crying at night. But she firmly believed that she was living a more fulfilling life than before, because she was moving forward in the wind, not stagnant water. In fact, Zhang Jingchu knew that this was the best ending for her and Daniel Wu. In the dim light, she would remember his good points, his "bad points," his last tender gaze—carrying beautiful memories of him. Daniel Wu was a perfect lover, not a husband who would make mistakes; this was a perfect ending…

Resentment stemmed from tragedy, and sadness reminded me that I was still alive—a dazzling moment in life, in that too-short summer of that year. There was no chance to tell him, "I love him." Now I remember his last laugh…

With tears in her eyes, Zhang Jingchu took her first photo after rebirth, because the past was left to yesterday, and with a smile, she entered today…

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