Then what I saw on Weibo, I couldn't believe with my own eyes. I don't know how to react—I really don't know—but this news, this is really not true, this really can't be possible.
Then Wang Ruoxi called me again. I picked up her call, but I couldn't say anything to her. I wanted to say something—I really wanted to—but it felt like my voice was not able to come out of my throat, like my voice had gone.
"Zhao Shiza, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I think you should first think about it wisely, and first of all, don't try to contact him regarding anything. Just stay away from him and cut all the ties with him. You know what, when I first saw him, I couldn't even think that he'll be like this…"
Wang Ruoxi was about to say further, but I stopped her midway in her sentence, because I knew what she really wanted to say further and what she really meant from each and every word.
"Stop it, Wang Ruoxi—just stop it here only," I said to her in a very angry tone.
"Zhao Shiza, look—" Wang Ruoxi said, but I cut her sentence again and said, "No! How could you even think like that, Wang Ruoxi? How could you?" I asked her.
She became silent on the call, as if she didn't have much to say.
"I never expected this from you, Wang Ruoxi. I really don't believe it. Do you remember, Wang Ruoxi, that at that time you used to be his special assistant of me, who kept an eye on me and my every movement? Did you forget it, or did you forget that you became more his friend than mine? Is this just because of the spread of the foolish rumours that are going around on Weibo? Is it because of this only that it makes you think like this? Just in one second, you have changed your whole point of view about him. What if someday these kinds of things happen to me in the future? What will you do, Wang Ruoxi?" I asked her.
"Will you leave me? Will you cut all the ties with me? Or will you just forget all the moments and memories of us and believe what others make you believe? Don't you have your own feelings, Wang Ruoxi? Don't you?" I asked her.
She still stayed silent on the call, like she didn't even have the answer to my questions.
"And now you are the one who is suggesting me to cut all my ties with him when he needs me the most? Sorry, Wang Ruoxi, then after shifting from Shanghai to Chongqing, you really forgot how I am. Didn't you ever see my love for him, my worship for him, my unconditional trust in him? You know that very well—that I am mad, I am so madly in love with him," I said.
"And now he needs me the most. I really, really don't know how he is feeling right now—I really don't know. I need to go to him, I really need to," I said.
"But—" Wang Ruoxi said, and without listening to whatever she wanted to say to me, I just hung up the call, because right now he needs me. And I know what she wanted to say to me, and I really don't want to hear any single word against him, because in my world, the trust—the whole definition of trust—is him, is only him for me, only him.
And then I immediately picked up my handbag and headed out of the dormitory. Jiang Xin saw me and said, "Zhao Shiza, are you going to the office without even taking a shower?" but I didn't hear that, as it felt like the whole world's voices became silent for me and everything went on mute for me.
I just ran out of the dormitory, panting hard, breathing unevenly, the uneasiness in my little heart, the feeling that I have to reach him as soon as possible—otherwise I don't know what he will do.
Then I ran towards the bus stop to catch the bus for our home, because at this time, in this hurry, I didn't have time to book a cab, as it may take longer, and I can't even waste a single second on anything like this.
While running on the roads to reach the bus stop as soon as possible, the only thing going around in my mind was that I was just praying to my God for him—that please don't let him feel disheartened because of the spread of these rumours, please, for me, please don't let anything wrong happen to him and his career because of this.
And then I finally reached the bus stop, half panting, but the only thing in my little heart that was going around was—"Yuan, please be there. I am coming to you. Your silly girl, your little bunny rabbit is coming to you."
And the bus finally arrived. The bus came after ten minutes, but each passing minute felt like ten long decades, and why everything—just everything—felt like today was trying to make hurdles in my way to reach him? Like today everything was coming in our way, as if our fate didn't want us to meet.
But if fate didn't, then I am also Zhao Shiza. I will fight with fate, destiny, or whatever it is to meet him, no matter what happens. After all, when Zhao Shiza didn't stop in her school teenage days, when people used to think that I had a puppy love on someone at that time, then now I have become a well-matured, grown-up twenty-three-year-old woman. So when no one had the ability to stop me at that time, then how could it be possible at this time when I have come so far on this path?
I got inside the bus. The bus started heading to its destination. I sat on whichever seat was empty today, and that seat was not my usual window seat where I always sit. The window seat was empty there, but still I didn't sit on it, because today my journey is not like the usual one—it's my journey to reach him as fast as I can.
And then the bus stopped for a while, because the rainfall became heavier with every passing minute. This is our weather—our weather, Yuan—and we used to enjoy it together. And yet I still believe that everything will be sorted out and nothing wrong will happen. If it really does, then I won't let anything wrong happen to him—I really won't.
If that means fighting the whole world, then okay—I will fight the whole universe, the whole planet, for my Yuan Yuan. But I won't let—I really won't let—a single bad thing happen to him, and this is Yuan's Zhao Shiza's promise to her Yuan Yuan.
I kept reciting these promises to myself while the bus was still stopped there for a while, as the driver stopped it due to heavy rainfall. The visibility became very less to drive on the slippery roads.
The rainfall was getting heavier and heavier, the time was passing too fast, and I didn't have time to waste. So I just got down from the bus and started running to reach him as fast as I could.
I was getting fully drenched in this rainfall, but I didn't feel anything on my body. I didn't even feel that I was drenched, because all the senses and motions of my body stopped sensing anything. I could sense only one thing right now—that I need to reach him. I really need to.
The distance was not so far away—it was almost about twenty minutes if I reached there by bus, but if I ran like this, then I would definitely reach him within thirty to thirty-five minutes. And I kept running, running, and running as fast as I could.
I have never participated in any kind of sports ever, because it was never my thing to do, but today I was running like there was no tomorrow. There is only today, and if I didn't reach him—
And then, as expected with my calculations, I finally reached him. I was standing right in front of our home, panting hard. My breathing felt very uneven, my legs became weaker, the uneasiness in myself made me feel a bit dizzy—but I walked inside.
I took the lift to reach the floor fast, and then when the lift doors opened, I stepped out of it and moved fast in the lobby and stood outside the main door of our home.
And without thinking anything else, I just knocked on the door seven times continuously, as seven is our number—and then the handle of the door moved, like he was going to open the door, and then...