Chapter 106: Slapped in the Face Again
And just like that, Zane Langdon stood alone in the rain, performing his scene to thin air.
The onlookers were completely captivated by Zane Langdon’s performance!
Anyone who had just been thinking it was impossible to film a good scene in such a downpour no longer felt that way.
Raymond Ford just wasn’t professional enough, or to put it bluntly, her acting was subpar.
Watching this, Raymond Ford’s face burned hot, as if she’d been viciously slapped!
All she had to do now was go over and stand in place like a wooden plank.
’Zane Langdon’s talent was plain for all to see! He could handle a scene like this with ease, but Melody Monroe? I refuse to believe she can pull it off!’
’I’ll just wait and enjoy the show!’
Melody Monroe took a transparent umbrella and stood in the rain.
The camera pushed in on her.
"Action!"
Melody Monroe’s hand holding the umbrella tightened instinctively. She was now Willow Lynch, five years after returning from abroad, no longer the lovesick girl who would hesitate outside the school gates, her heart fluttering with its first crush, just for a glimpse of the boy she adored.
But seeing the man she loved now in love with someone else, her heart still felt as if it had been brutally ripped in two.
Tears welled in her eyes—thirty percent warmth, seventy percent chill. A smile played on her lips, but her gaze slowly turned to frost.
The umbrella in her hand slowly slipped, and the torrential downpour crashed down upon her.
On her cheeks, it was impossible to distinguish the rain from her tears.
She wanted to flee, but the couple in the rain had already spotted her, forcing her to stop in her tracks.
Ultimately, she decided to walk toward them.
Raymond Ford, stunned by Melody Monroe’s performance, just stared blankly at her.
Zane Langdon took Raymond Ford’s hand and started walking toward the car. "You head back first. I’ll be there in a moment."
"Julian Hale!" Raymond Ford cried, gripping Zane Langdon’s hand tightly.
"Then wait in the car." Zane Langdon turned. His gaze fell on the figure in the rain, a flash of pain in his eyes that quickly gave way to acceptance.
He strode toward Melody Monroe.
"It’s been five years."
Willow Lynch turned her head, avoiding Julian Hale’s gaze. "Yes, it has. Five years."
"Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these past five years?"
"Do you remember the first time we met? You said that shower of apricot blossoms reminded you of my name. The Lynn family’s apricot tree is still there, but it hasn’t been cared for in five years. It’s withered and died."
"Julian, the Willow Lynch who stood under the apricot blossoms is gone. She’s dead now, too."
"What exactly happened five years ago? How did Uncle Lynch pass away? Why did you just leave without a word? Why wouldn’t you tell me? Why, when you needed someone to rely on the most, did you push me away?"
"We weren’t fated to have a lifetime together. Our love was just a flash in the pan."
"It could have been forever!"
"There is no forever! Julian, we ended things five years ago."
"Yes, we are over. But this time, I’m the one ending it. Not five years ago. Today. Right now."
"I wish you happiness," Willow Lynch said with a small smile.
The two of them just stood there, a thousand unspoken words hanging between them, yet unable to utter a single one.
Julian Hale turned and walked toward the car. He glanced back one last time at Willow Lynch in the distance before pulling open the car door and getting inside.
The car drove past Willow Lynch.
One person, one car, heading in opposite directions, the distance between them growing ever wider.
The camera pushed in on Melody Monroe. She slowly lifted her head, letting the torrential rain beat down on her face. As she slowly closed her eyes, a tear finally escaped and traced a path down her cheek.