Only The Wind Knows

The day when Laura learned that she was about to leave, she planned to secretly give the man she loved a surprise. The man was Darren Bill.

But when she stood outside the door, she saw the man who had rejected her countless times hugging a woman and kissing her.

The woman caught a glimpse of her figure and deliberately groaned twice. She asked with a smile. "Darren, the little girl in your family looks so much like me. She confessed to you seven times. Are you really not moved?"

Darren sneered and said nonchalantly. "She is just a pet who is paying for you."

Later, Darren knelt down, begging for forgiveness, but Laura had already died alone on the hillside.

Almost everyone in the world knew that Laura's dream was to become Darren's wife.

***

She herself thought the same way, so when she found out early in the morning that the confidential project team had been approved, she couldn't wait to find Darren.

However, when she stood at the door of the dimly lit private room, she saw the man who had rejected her confession seven times holding a woman by the waist and amidst the teasing cheers from the crowd, he kept drawing closer to her.

Laura stood at the door, frozen, staring at the scene unfolding inside, her ears ringing with the noise.

Darren raised his eyes and saw Laura at the doorway. He froze for a moment, then slightly turned his head, continuing the unfinished gesture.

The man cupped the woman's head with one hand and in full view of everyone, he pressed a kiss to her lips.

Tears quickly welled up in Laura's eyes.

It was only now that she understood. It wasn't that her uncle didn't want to find someone, nor was he cold and indifferent to everyone. It was just... she was never special to him.

Melanie smiled, leaning into Darren's arms with the disdain of someone in a superior position and let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"You must be Laura, right? I'm Melanie Rush. I've heard Darren mention you before. You're ... a very persistent girl, I hear you've confessed to Darren seven times, is that right?"

The people around them laughed in unison, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Laura looked up at Darren in shock. Was her love just a tool for these people to mock?

The color drained from her face, leaving only a pale, hollow expression.

One man laughed and chimed in, glancing around before playfully pushing Laura in front of Darren. "Laura, don't worry. It's all just for fun. Darren is still yours. Who would dare to compete with you? After all, no one's courage is as big as yours. Your mom worked so hard to marry into this family and if you marry him, wouldn't that be incest..."

Before he could finish, Laura, flustered and panicked, quickly interrupted. "No, I don't have a blood relationship with him. I... I and he..."

"Ah!" Melanie let out a loud gasp.

Her movement just now caused the glass on the table to fall and smash onto the floor.

Since the floor was tiled, the fragile glass shattered instantly and a shard sliced across the ankle of the closest person, Laura.

She felt a sharp pain in her ankle and looked down to see bright red blood flowing out, staining her slippers, which she had failed to change in her rush.

At that moment, she felt like a joke, with nothing but a buzzing sound ringing in her ears.

"I'm sorry, Laura, are you okay? I was just trying to get up and make room for you, but I didn't expect my movement to knock over the glass."

Darren pulled Melanie's hand back and spoke in a low voice.