49 The Man She Loved (2/2)

Hui Yin shook her head. It was a risky and lousy plan, which did not seem at all like Lu Shen's style.

After rereading the contract again for the tenth time, Hui Yin grabbed a pen from a nearby drawer and signed it. Then, she put the contract back into its folder and wedged it between a pair of books on her mini-shelf.

As she did, a photo fluttered down onto the floor, lying facedown.

Hui Yin leaned down and flipped it over.

There were two people laughing happily on the photo, and Hui Yin recognized her own face. She couldn't almost believe that it was her—the girl on the photo was brimming with so much happiness that it was nearly tangible.

Her eyes moved sideways to the person standing next to her on the photo, and Hui Yin's eyes blurred. So all of those memories weren't a dream; they really happened.

After being treated so coldly by him in her previous lifetime and the next, she thought that maybe all of it was simply her own delusion.

The Lu Shen in the photo was smiling, his dark eyes full of contentment. The clothes he was wearing was cheap, but it couldn't deter his handsome looks. In fact, it made him even look better, giving him a more approachable appearance.

His arm was wrapped around the waist of the Hui Yin in the picture, and he looked so at peace that one simply couldn't associate him with the same calculative businessman that owned a corporate empire.

Of course, he wasn't a wealthy businessman here, thought Hui Yin. He was simply the man who I loved with all of my heart.

Blinking away her tears, Hui Yin put the photo where it belonged, amidst her stuff that was quickly collecting dust.

What was the point of waxing nostalgia about it?

They found him, took him away from her, and when he returned as her beloved 'fiancé', he wasn't the same man that she knew. Hui Yin had persevered with that man in her past life because she thought he was still the same man as the one in the photo, but Hui Yin finally admitted to herself that the Lu Shen she knew was truly gone.

There were things in life one ought to say goodbye to, and the past was one of them.