The Billionaire's Priceless Darling: 33 Days of the CEO's Pursuit - Chapter 140 - Why Aren't We Meant for Each Other? 2

A painfully dull movie finally ended, and Gu Xiaoai stared at the screen as the title of the next film appeared.

“Childhood Sweethearts.”

That was the name of the movie.

Gu Xiaoai froze for a moment, then instinctively turned up the volume.

“Childhood Sweethearts” told the story of a boy and girl who grew up together, sharing countless fun and memorable moments. But as life took its course, circumstances forced them apart.

Years went by as they searched for each other, and eventually, they reunited.

In their long-awaited meeting, the male protagonist brought his wife along, while the female protagonist came with her boyfriend.

The four of them sat in a café, exchanging lighthearted and meaningless small talk.

As they parted ways, the childhood sweethearts glanced back at each other one last time before silently walking away with their respective partners.

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Gu Xiaoai was so engrossed in the story that she didn’t even notice housekeeper Tong entering with a tray of fruit.

By the time the movie ended, her heart ached so much that she hunched over in pain.

The final scene lingered in her mind-

The male protagonist wrote in his diary: “I’ve known my wife for three years, but I spent fourteen years with you. Yet you’re not mine.”

The female protagonist wrote in hers: “I’ve known my boyfriend for one year, but I spent fourteen years with you. Yet I’m not yours.”

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Why aren’t we meant for each other?

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They had spent more time together than apart, knew each other better than anyone else, and yet, just a few years of separation had sealed their fate. A lifetime… lost.

Wasn’t it the same for her and Chu Shixiu?

Choosing not to meet him was the right decision. If they were to meet again, like the protagonists in the movie… it would only be a deeper cruelty.

Gu Xiaoai covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to cry.

The sorrowful notes of a piano melody played over the movie’s closing credits, filling every corner of the Cinema Room.

She curled up in a corner of the sofa, her slender frame trembling slightly.

Housekeeper Tong, standing nearby, looked at her in bewilderment. “Miss Gu, this movie has been all artsy and sentimental from start to finish. Is it really that good?”

Aren’t artsy films just a bunch of melodramatic nonsense?

And yet here she was, practically collapsing into the sofa. Was the movie really that moving?

The heavy door of the Cinema Room creaked open, and housekeeper Tong immediately bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle, greeting respectfully, “Mr. Li, you’re back.”

The room remained unlit, with only the glow of the screen illuminating the woman curled up on the sofa.

Li Juefeng walked over, frowning as he stood before her. Without hesitation, he leaned down and hauled her up.

“Gu Xiaoai!”

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