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Capítulo 1242: Chapter 471: The Truth of First Love and Black Stockings (Part 3)

The dim light from the phone screen illuminated the space slightly.

Liu Qingning walked into the walk-in closet, turned on the light, lifted her clothes, and took a look; it was indeed that time of the month.

Fortunately, it had just started, and the flow was very light.

She grabbed a sanitary pad and panties, and walked into the bathroom.

After finishing, she turned off the light.

The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, her temples throbbed intensely, and the familiar, sharp pain came without warning.

She leaned against the wall, digging her fingers into her palm, attempting to divert her attention with the sensation.

However, it was futile.

Trying not to make any noise, she walked out of the master bedroom, and the moment she closed the door, her breathing became intense.

Liu Qingning pushed open the study room door, flicked on the nightlight, and collapsed into the chair, kneading the back of her right brain with force.

“Buzz—buzz—buzz—”

Waves of thumping pain, like a heavy hammer slamming into her head, causing her to utter suppressed moans.

In 2018, with Professor Wangchang’s help, she was first fully exposed to the new field of artificial intelligence, deeply shaken.

Subsequently, she threw herself into competition projects.

Being in an environment like Imperial University and facing top-tier scholars, she, once a favored child of fortune, appeared mediocre and ordinary; she also witnessed many true geniuses.

An eagerness to win and pride made her unwilling to fall behind, so she studied tirelessly, absorbing knowledge.

This obsession acted as a double-edged sword, both achieving and tormenting her.

She wasn’t very healthy since childhood, having absolutely no athletic talent.

During that period, irregular routines, high mental pressure, paired with her weak constitution, she began experiencing occasional migraine issues.

A unilateral, pulsatile sharp pain, persisting for over four years now.

As she started her entrepreneurial endeavor, the issue worsened, later accompanied by hereditary hypertension.

Especially when handling complex data or facing tough tasks, it would occasionally flair up.

The worst cases led to nausea and vomiting.

Since the beginning of the second half of the year, each menstrual cycle brought the pain back for a while.

She had consulted doctors, tried many methods, but results remained unsatisfactory.

Doctors suggested it was mainly a mental issue, requiring gradual adjustment and improvement.

She never mentioned any of this to Tang Song.

Sometimes during video chats, she abruptly disconnected, citing busyness, but truthfully due to the onset of headaches.

The reason is actually simple.

She has a very stubborn nature, which is both her strength and her flaw.

She wished for her image in Tang Song’s mind to always be that of a radiant, never-failing first love.

Just like in high school.

The Liu Qingning who listened to music, read novels, daydreamed, chatted, yet still attained the best grades and entered Imperial University.

It’s somewhat of a pathological compulsiveness, something she recognizes better than anyone, yet she can’t overcome or escape it.

This manifests itself in many ways.

For instance, if she had acne on her face or gained weight on her stomach, she absolutely wouldn’t let Tang Song see it.

If he sent her videos, she would hang up immediately, nor would she share any photos with him.

Since Tang Song left Shen City, she worked hard on losing weight and skin care.

During this visit to Yan City, all the hair ties, bracelets, and necklaces she wore were gifts from Tang Song.

Her outfits, her styling, all tried to emulate her high school and university times.

Hoping to let him know that she remains his beloved Liu Qingning.

She wished to always remain beautiful in his heart.

Of course, this flaw also contributed to their current predicament.

She won the “Internet+” competition gold medal, strove to start her business, moved to Shen City, then later planned to buy a house in Yan City, single-handedly arranging their future.

Because she wanted her image in Tang Song’s mind to be more perfect.

Which is why she couldn’t accept Tang Song’s change of heart, couldn’t let go of her feelings for him, nor allowed herself to fail at the most crucial moment.

“Uh—” The pain continued.

The sparse rain, mixed with her suppressed panting, stretched this moment into eternity.

After more than ten minutes, the pain began to show signs of subsiding.

Liu Qingning’s breathing steadied.

She hugged herself, curled up in the chair, and started recalling the moments of today.

In truth, autumn in Yan City doesn’t offer much entertainment, but due to his company, every moment was clear and interesting.

The morning mist, elderly morning exercisers, Yan City’s unique breakfasts, sweet sugar-roasted chestnuts, the light and shadow play before Longxing Temple’s Buddha statues, museum artifact-human interaction displays, night market stoves cakes, and cinema popcorn…

She wore a faint smile.

After a while longer.

Liu Qingning drank a glass of warm water, went to the outside bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her complexion was somewhat unnaturally flushed, there were faint dark circles under her eyes, and her lips had lost a bit of color.

She washed up simply and applied a layer of lip gloss for brightness, then quietly returned to the master bedroom.

Though the migraine still persisted, it was now bearable.

Liu Qingning carefully climbed into bed, her movements extremely cautious.

However, just as she lay down, Tang Song seemed to sense something, turned over and snuggled closer to her.

His hand inadvertently rested on her waist, his breathing brushed against her ear, warm and soft.

In the dim light, Tang Song’s sleeping face was calm and gentle.

Liu Qingning stared with wide-open eyes, scanning this face more familiar than any other.