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Perhaps it was because I was “disabled” that he felt I could understand his pain. Or maybe it was because I was worse off than him that he felt sympathy for me and was willing to confide in me. This world is full of lies, but if lies can become a ray of light in the darkness, I think I would be willing to lie.
I accompanied him during his rehabilitation training, facing the malice of those around him together. At first, I never thought he could fall in love with me; I just wanted to be there for him through the toughest times. I only hoped he could
live well and become that golden boy once again.
But as the days of our companionship passed, Theo fell in love with me. He said I was like the warm sun in the cold winter, warming him. After we got together, we undeniably received even more ridicule and mockery. They said we were a perfect
match of heaven’s remnants. But Theo would hold my hand and refute those people one by one.
I was there for him, and as long as he held my hand, I would never leave. I was also grateful for the blessing fate had given me. A year ago, he bought this apartment, and we started living together. Of course, we only lived under the same roof, sleeping in separate rooms without sharing the same bed. Everything was done with decorum. He said he wanted to save
our first time for our wedding night.
After moving in together, he was extremely considerate, gently waking me up every morning and preparing breakfast for me. At night, we would wish each other goodnight. We lived like an ordinary couple, sharing our three meals a day, our
preferences, and supporting each other. Perhaps there was no grand passion, but I believed it was a peaceful and enduring
life. We had grown accustomed to each other’s presence.
At that time, I often thought that if Theo hadn’t been targeted by his enemies and pushed down the stairs, he wouldn’t
have hit rock bottom. And we might never have had the chance to cross paths. After experiencing the ups and downs, he
had the capital to start over, and he naturally wanted to prove those who laughed at him wrong. So, for the past two
months, I had been staying alone in the apartment filled with our memories, resisting the urge to contact him.
The doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. I opened the door to see a woman in a red mermaid dress with exquisite makeup, carrying a white paper bag, walking in uninvited. Her face was bright with a radiant smile, but that smile always
carried an air of arrogance and aloofness. I knew who she was–Theo’s ex–fiancée, Cecilia. As the eldest daughter of the
Brown family, she had been pampered since childhood. Theo was the golden boy, and she was the proud daughter of
heaven.
I had heard that both of them had strong and proud personalities, and neither was willing to give in to the other, so during
their university years, there were always rumors of their breakups and reconciliations. Cecilia’s eyes were fixed on me,
then fell to my legs, and she sneered, “Theo is really something, this apartment is so rundown and basic, isn’t he afraid of
wronging you?”
“I wonder what brings Miss Brown here?” It wasn’t the first time Cecilia had come to see me behind Theo’s back, just to
make me retreat in the face of difficulties. When two disabled people were together, everyone would only laugh but wouldn’t think it inappropriate. But now that Theo had recovered, people started to jump out one after another, saying that
I was not a match for him.
Cecilia sat directly on the sofa that Theo and I had once chosen together, elegantly crossing her legs. The slit on the side of her mermaid dress revealed her fair and slender legs. And from her angle, she was facing me perfectly.
