Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The moment Lu Jingchen learned that Jiang Ciyou had returned to her husband, it was as if the whole world had collapsed. His heart was burning with anger, not only because of Jiang Ciyou's departure, but also because he felt deeply betrayed. The good times he had spent with Jiang Ciyou seemed so fake at this moment, like a carefully choreographed but cruel scam.

He paced back and forth in his room alone, like a wild animal trapped in a cage. Every step he took was filled with anxiety and pain, and his eyes were full of disbelief and madness after being hurt. His mind was like a movie, constantly replaying every moment he had with Jiang Ciyou. Each of those sweet smiles was like a sharp blade that cut a hole in his heart. Their affectionate gazes, once full of love and tenderness, now became thorns that pierced his soul.

He thought of the days when they were together at the beach, when the sun was shining on the beach, and Jiang Ciyou was running on the beach like a child, and her laughter was carried far away by the sea breeze. He chased her, and then held her tightly in his arms, feeling her warmth. They talked to each other about their visions for the future, and those beautiful plans seemed to still echo in his ears. And in the high-end restaurant, under the soft lights, Jiang Ciyou's shy and happy smile, her eyes flashing with love for him, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

These memories were like a surging tide, coming at him wave after wave, corroding his soul. Each fragment of memory was like a sharp knife, cutting his heart into pieces. He tried to cover up the pain in his heart with anger, but that pain was like poison, penetrating every cell of his body.

His fist clenched involuntarily, and then he slammed it hard against the wall. With a "bang", the wall made a dull sound, and he felt a sharp pain in his hand. However, this physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He looked at his red fist, as if it was a reflection of his inner state at the moment, full of anger and self-harm.

He began to question himself, was there something he hadn't done well enough? Was it that he hadn't given Jiang Ciyou enough sense of security? Or had he failed to meet her expectations in some way? He kept searching in his mind for possible reasons why Jiang Ciyou would so easily return to the man who had betrayed her. He felt like a loser, beaten and bruised on the battlefield of love.

He was in deep struggle. On the one hand, he wanted to find Jiang Ciyou and ask her why she treated him like this. He wanted her to see his pain and to know how much damage her leaving him caused. On the other hand, he felt that he was not qualified to question her, after all, Jiang Ciyou had made her own choice. This contradictory mentality made him even more miserable. He seemed to be struggling in a dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of hope for relief.

His body began to tremble slightly, not because of fear, but because of an uncontrollable reaction caused by the combination of anger and pain. His breathing became rapid, like a drowning man desperately breathing the last breath of air. His eyes were full of bloodshot, which was the outward expression of his inner pain.

He kept walking around the room, his steps were chaotic. He tried to calm himself down, but every time Jiang Ciyou's face flashed through his mind, the anger and pain would surge up in his heart again. He felt that his world had become dark, and without Jiang Ciyou, his life seemed to have lost all its meaning. He didn't know how to face this reality, and didn't know how to free himself from this pain.

He began to rummage around the room, as if looking for a way to vent his anger. He threw some insignificant things everywhere, and the room became a mess. His behavior became more and more out of control, and his sanity was already shaky under the impact of anger and pain.

At this time, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from one of his friends, who wanted to ask him out. He looked at the name flashing on the screen, and felt annoyed. He hung up the phone without hesitation. He didn't want to see anyone now, and just wanted to immerse himself in his own pain.

He walked to the window and looked at the world outside. People outside were coming and going, everyone was living their own lives, but he felt like he was abandoned by the world. His eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he was thinking, if he had tried harder to love Jiang Ciyou, would the result be different? Maybe he was thinking, is Jiang Ciyou happy with her husband now?

His thoughts were like a tangled mess, unable to be cut or sorted out. His anger and pain were like a storm, raging in his heart. He didn't know when this storm would stop, nor did he know if he could survive this storm. He only knew that at this moment, he had fallen into the darkest moment of his life.

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