Chapter 568

Chapter 568: I've Loved You for Thirteen Years (39)

Translator: Paperplane Editor: DarkGem

"Pa-la-" . The porcelain doll shattered onto the hard floor, breaking into tiny sharp pieces that spread far and wide .

Qiao Anhao froze on the spot for half a minute, with her hand suspended in the moment she grabbed for the doll, before she realized what she had done . Her long eyelashes flickered for a moment, and then she crouched on the ground . She stared at the big and small shards in a panic and at a loss .

Her fingertips trembled for a long while, before she hastily reached her hand out to pick the shards up one by one . She tried to piece the doll back to how it looked originally .

However, the shards of porcelain had shattered so bad, Qiao Anhao simply didn't know where the pieces fit . With one careless move, she accidentally cut her finger on a sharp edge of a shard . As the blood gushed out, she didn't feel any pain, nor did she stop picking up the pieces . When she picked up the largest piece, she saw a plastic tube with a roll of paper inside among the shattered pieces .

Qiao Anhao furrowed her brows and without conscious thought picked up the piece of paper .

It was a good quality paper and particularly thick . With one pull, the paper unfolded itself . Then, Qiao Anhao saw that the paper was heavily filled with words .

With just one look, she immediately recognized that it was Lu Jinnian's bold and cursive handwriting that looked natural and fluid .

"First year . The first time we met, she wore a school uniform; a white shirt and blue skirt . In the height of autumn, she had a pink bike, and a blushing face .

Second year . Rainy days weren't the most beautiful thing, finding shelter under the roof with her was .

Third year . I left half the maths test blank, so I could be her classmate .

Fourth year . I gave her a birthday present with the words 'Shmily' carved on the back . Who knows if she noticed . . .

Fifth year . I gave up on my dream of attending a prestigious university . I gave up all plans of living an ordinary life to go to Hangzhou for her . "

As Qiao Anhao read this part, her hands, which were still holding the paper, started to tremble as she faintly understood what she was reading . The fog beneath her eyes began to coalesce .

"Sixth year . With her single careless step closer, I smelled the soft smell of her hair . It made me stay up all night .

Seventh year . I gave up a monumental, career-changing opportunity for her .

Eighth year . I slept in the same room with her . It was the first time I kissed her and the same year I was awarded my first achievement award . I rushed to Beijing overnight to find that she was engaged to someone else .

Ninth year . I started smoking because of her . I smoked and drank the whole night, alone in my room . I cried for her all night . "

A single tear slowly fell onto the paper, smudging the dry, black ink .

"Tenth year . On many occasions, I secretly hid in a corner as I watched her back a few times .

Eleventh year . After having seen thousands of different women, I always subconsciously compare them to her, and she's always the best of them all .

Twelfth year . All alone, I silently feel pain when she hurts, and happy when she is so .

Thirteenth year . I made the best decision of my life . . . to cross paths with her once again . "

Qiao Anhao forcefully bit onto her bottom lip, tears falling hysterically one after the other .