The teacher put an aphrodisiac in my drink.

Back then, in our small city, getting into art school required not only excellent drawing skills but also a lot of money and connections. My parents were just ordinary workers, not wealthy. However, I knew my art teacher was someone important; rumors circulated that he had been reassigned to teach in his hometown because of a student movement, otherwise he would have been successful long ago.

At that time, my teacher was still young, with a thin face and clean fingers. He was already married to the daughter of a school leader. But I still wanted to get close to him, firstly to learn some of his drawing skills, and secondly to get closer to him and try to find out some information about getting into art school.

So, when my teacher invited me to his house for dinner that day, I happily agreed. I went to my teacher's house carrying a large bunch of bananas, wearing a white dress, barefoot in sneakers, and smelling faintly of perfume after a bath. The teacher led me into the room, and I discovered that his wife wasn't home. There was a candle lit on the table, along with some side dishes and two glasses of red wine.

The teacher awkwardly explained that his wife had gone to her parents' house, and he felt lonely at home with no one else around. I sat down to eat with him. I went to the restroom once. Before I knew it, I was drunk. Actually, not drunk, but rather feeling hot all over, my heart pounding, and constantly wanting to take off my clothes. I can't describe the feeling. The teacher came over and helped me take off my clothes, then carried me to bed.

It's a rather cliché story, but the ending isn't so simple. When I sobered up from my urges, I saw a snow-white towel on the sheets, bloodstains on the towel, and the man still sleeping beside me. I resolutely grabbed the phone and called the police. The police arrived quickly and notified the school leaders and my parents.

The police found a substance similar to an aphrodisiac in the red wine we had drunk, and the teacher was arrested for seducing a young girl. The investigation authorities filed a public prosecution. The truth came to light, but the rumors at school grew increasingly rampant. Some said I had offered myself to a teacher to secure a spot in the art academy, others said I was inherently a promiscuous woman…

A month after the incident, everyone in the small city knew my story, and the rumors were elaborate and detailed, embellished with countless imagined scenarios. This was something I hadn't anticipated. Fortunately, my parents were reasonable people; they didn't blame me. I transferred schools, gave up studying art, and also gave up my dream of Paris.

In my fourth year of university, I met a boy I truly loved, Qiao Yuhai. My time with Qingming was truly joyful. Because of the shadow of my past, I had never dared to tell Qingming about my past. Since I was a very proud and pure girl at the school, I was afraid Qingming wouldn't be able to accept it, thinking I could keep it a secret for as long as possible.

Whenever Qingming made a request, I always told him to save the best for our wedding night. He respected me a lot. Although I felt guilty every time I saw him enduring unbearable pain, I truly didn't know how to bring it up… So, day after day passed, and we both met each other's parents and set a wedding date.

That was the happiest time of my life; I haven't been happy since. I believe that although I'm no longer a virgin, my heart is still pure. I don't think I wronged Qiao Yuhai. My mistake was that I shouldn't have become Qingming. After his fiancée arrived, she often accompanied him to various classmate reunions.
Once, Qingming and I went to a classmate's wedding. We were seated at the same table, and Qingming smiled as he served me food. I looked up and happened to see the startled eyes of a high school classmate. Yes, that look was familiar; a long, long time ago, I had been subjected to that kind of gaze. I lowered my head again, but my heart began to pound.

Qingming introduced her, "This is my fiancée..." "This is my classmate's wife." I didn't acknowledge that classmate, but I knew in my heart that this was a ticking time bomb. Although we had many similar old sayings like "Everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep and doesn't care about the frost on others' roofs," some people just can't stand seeing others do well; it's human nature.

My heart was always uneasy. Until one day, in the middle of the night, Qingming called me. I heard his panting on the phone, as if he had made a huge decision. I intuitively felt that he already knew about my situation. Sure enough, after a long silence on the phone, he asked, "People say that what happened to you in high school, is that true?"

I remained silent. Why ask such a question? I already knew in my heart. When Qingming heard that I didn't answer, he said again, "If you don't answer, it seems that what they said is true. Why did you lie to me!" I heard Qingming's furious voice and hung up the phone. I didn't know how to explain. Such things always get worse the more you try to explain them. Long, long ago, I was also a pure and innocent girl. Back then, I loved to draw. I loved wearing jeans and a white shirt, carrying my sketchbook as I walked around campus. I was a precocious girl; by 18, I was the tallest girl in school. Whenever I walked through campus with my long hair down, countless eyes would stare at me, and I knew I was beautiful.

If he were a man who could understand me, he naturally wouldn't touch my wounds. If he complained about me, he probably thought like those people in small towns. I didn't give Qingming any explanation. The next day, while Qingming was at work, I went to his place to tidy up all my things. Just before leaving, I gently placed the keys on the table.
"Since you've made your decision, then we have to part ways." The moment I received that text message, I knew that my one and only love in my life had ended just like that. Yes, it ended. This man didn't listen to my explanation, nor did he give me any chance to turn back. I never saw Qingming again. A month later, I heard through the grapevine that Qingming was about to get married.

Liu Ruoying sang: "Lonely people know that loneliness is not a pastime. In the silent room, the dim light, the cigarette butts in the corner, the lonely person is the most arrogant. Boredom is not a pastime... For a long, long time, friends don't come near, I dare not confide in them, I can only look at myself late at night, and even shedding tears late at night is superfluous..." Life goes on, and I don't know where my path lies.

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