Late autumn rain is always so lingering, fine and dense like silk, yet carrying a biting chill. Lin Xiaoman stood in the hospital corridor, gazing through the glass window at the rain curtain outside. Water droplets wound their way down the glass, blurring her vision, just like her chaotic and shattered thoughts at this moment.
Her phone vibrated in her palm, delivering a news push notification: "Renowned jewelry designer Gu Chenzhou and business heiress Su Wanqing to hold the wedding of the century next month." In the accompanying photo, Gu Chenzhou wore a sharp suit with a fitting smile at the corner of his mouth, while Su Wanqing leaned close to him, the pigeon-blood diamond ring on her ring finger dazzling and eye-catching. Lin Xiaoman's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the phone dropped to the floor with a sharp click.
Memories rushed over her like a tide, drowning her in their wake. That was the summer seven years ago; Lin Xiaoman had just graduated from art academy and was working as an assistant in a small art gallery. That day, sunlight filtered through the gallery's glass storefront, spilling over an unfinished oil painting. Gu Chenzhou walked in at that very moment, wearing a white shirt with his cuffs casually rolled up, revealing a silver wristwatch around his wrist, carrying the faint scent of cedarwood cologne.
Chapter 175