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Vanessa spat out a mouthful of blood, but laughed even more arrogantly:
“Playing the devoted lover now? That’s not what you said in my bed…”
“Shut up!” Zack grabbed a vase and smashed it on her head, blood immediately gushing out.
Just then, the sound of police sirens approached.
My brother put away the phone he had been live streaming with, nodding to the arriving police:
“Intentional injury, attempted murder, all the evidence is here.”
Three months later, I saw two news items in the newspaper:
Yan Group officially declared bankruptcy; Zack and Vanessa were sentenced to heavy prison terms for multiple crimes.
That afternoon, Sean came for a follow–up visit.
He brought a bouquet of jasmine, saying he saw them at a flower shop on the way.
“They suit you,” he said gently, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.
He put the flowers in a vase, his long fingers brushing over the white petals.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting delicate shadows on his profile.
I suddenly remembered what he said when we first met:
“Trauma is not your whole story, it’s just a rainy season in your
life.”
Now, the rainy season was finally over.
A year later, in a suburban prison, Zack was staring at the small TV in the visiting room.
On the screen, in the wedding footage, Sean couldn’t resist bending down to kiss me multiple times, ignoring the guests‘ teasing.
1laughed, covering my mouth, the diamond ring on my ring finger sparkling brilliantly.
He suddenly grabbed the chair and smashed it towards the screen. The guards‘ batons immediately came down.
In the midst of the pain, he vaguely recalled six years ago, the morning when I stood on tiptoe to tie his tie, planting a light kiss on his cheek.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, scattering fragments of gold between us, the light of happiness.
Only, he didn’t know to cherish it then.
