Translator: Mandarin

TLC: Juzi

Editor: Tangelo


It’s Only My Heartbeat (2nd Edit)

Had he just come from Yun Ruoxi’s place?

This thought lingered in Cheng Anya’s mind like a demon. A faint and weak, but distinct, sour feeling welled up in her heart. She had certainly known that this man was fickle in love.

Women were like clothes, something to be changed often. Anyway, he had a very serious regular girlfriend and they got along. It was an appropriate match, the ideal couple.

Only. . . the daytime arrogance he only had towards Cheng Anya was fading away along with his concealed pride.

It seemed like it was all too easy for true feelings to bubble up.

Everyone said that night was the best mask, yet she still thought that night could make people’s true selves shine through.

During the day, the sunlight was bright, glittering, proud, unrestrained, and boundless.

At night, after the day’s brilliance was removed, people’s darkest side would be exposed unconsciously. After all, night really was secretive and could conceal ugliness, so people weren’t worried about being exposed.

Seven years ago, they only had a one-night stand and they didn’t even know each other. Cheng Anya only remembered Ye Chen as a beast.

These past seven years, she didn’t necessarily think about him much, but when she saw Ning Ning’s face, a brief thought would flash through her mind concerning that beast’s location.

What was love at first sight?

A fairytale, of course.

It didn’t exist in the cruel reality of life. Cheng Anya’s personality rejected the idea of something as melodramatic as love at first sight being a possibility.  

However, she had still recognized Ye Chen the day she became his secretary despite not seeing him for seven years.

Apparently. . . .

Her heart was beating a bit.

But it was only her heartbeat; she was very rational. From youth to adulthood, aside from that hot-bloodedness at the bar, Cheng Anya hadn’t done anything too unexpected her entire life.

Ye Chen’s fickleness in love strangled her emotions.

It wasn’t only their affection.

She, Cheng Anya, wasn’t cherished!

In the end, maybe every woman thought about a wastrel, hoping they were his destined one.

To Cheng Anya this seemed like a stupid dream.

Because even after the wastrel returned, he was still a wastrel.

Raising Ning Ning alone for seven years made her break away from others her age at an earlier time. Even though the Cheng Anya from seven years ago also hadn’t emerged from such silly thoughts.

As a result. . . .

Heartbeat, it’s only my heartbeat, nothing else.

* (Author’s Note)

2nd edit (^o^)/~…………I want bookmarks, o(╯□╰)o

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