The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

[Congratulations on completing the simulation mission: Become a great marriage broker within three months.]

Defining greatness has always been a difficult question to answer, and you have proven your greatness in your own way.

Marriage is preordained. From the moment a person is born, their parents, family, personality, experiences, and even the color of their underwear all contribute to making them unique in this world. A good marriage is simply bringing two suitable people together.

When marriage ceases to be a burdensome task and instead becomes a key to happiness and wholeness, then that marriage has meaning.

As a marriage broker, you have excellently fulfilled your role as a matchmaker.

[Congratulations on obtaining the title: Chosen Matchmaker! Your skills in matchmaking and strategizing have improved.]

[When playing the cat's cradle game, if the string is red, your cat's cradle skills will be greatly enhanced.]

You're quite the master at manipulating the red thread; after all, you once personally protected a fragile red thread on a roller coaster.

Congratulations on earning the title: A Dog's Best Friend.

[You will automatically gain the adoration of sexually repressed single people and dogs in heat.]

Congratulations on obtaining the title: Song-Exclusive Rock Singer.

[Your singing ability is still mediocre, but you will have an outstanding effect when you sing "Cinderella". A word of advice: please try not to sing it in front of Zheng Jun, lest he think you are his illegitimate child.]

Congratulations on receiving a Qianqian wedding ring.

Its attractive appearance and auspicious symbolism made it a best-selling item in the display case; high sales mean it's ubiquitous.

Perhaps it is nothing special, but in this era of fast-paced dating, even if you go through all the hardships to obtain a legally valid marriage certificate, it can only be used to draw the line for property division, not to measure the depth of love.

All vows of eternal love will eventually turn into car exhaust fumes over time.

Aside from making you frown when you faintly smell it, it serves no purpose.

But one woman made a solemn and serious promise to the ring.

She swore an oath to an ancient city with a history of over a thousand years.

I willingly marry you, never to be separated, like a thousand intertwined knots, never to be parted.

Perhaps the vow will fade away with the wind, but she believes that some things will remain, like the ancient city behind her that has been washed by the plum rains for thousands of years.

After all, when describing her, you didn't use the phrase "a native of Nanjing" as one of the many labels attached to her.

Instead, it uses "she" to describe Jinling.

Love at its deepest point can turn into hate, and when love reaches its deepest point, it can turn into bitterness. When the knot twists again, will it bind tender wrists or suffocating necks?

The reward is in the third drawer from the bottom of the wardrobe. Please claim it yourself.

Lu Yuan did not act rashly, but waited patiently for the process to be completed.

The settlement CG has been unlocked and can be viewed at any time.

"look."

Close your eyes, the curtain opens again, and the scene suddenly appears.

An ordinary day for an ordinary worker.

Arrive at the hospital in the morning, make rounds, have breakfast, see patients, have lunch, finish get off work, and go home.

It was just an ordinary day.

However, the home she returned to was a rented room.

It can't really be called a rental house, because Xu Zhixiao bought it.

So strictly speaking, this is indeed a new house.

A large wedding photo was hung behind the living room sofa.

The old sofa was covered with a bright yellow sofa cover, wallpaper was put up on the walls, and fresh flowers were placed on the table.

I caught a glimpse of it the moment the door opened; that was all I could see.

I don't know how this perspective was adjusted.

Afterwards, Xu Zhixiao went home for dinner and then hurriedly came out again to the clinic.

Mr. and Mrs. Xu were both at the clinic. When they saw their daughter come over, they chatted for a few minutes.

Xu Zhixiao gestured for her parents to go home and rest, and said she would brew the medicine.

Her parents glanced at her retreating figure at the same time, and then sighed heavily.

He didn't say anything.

Saying nothing is obviously because everything has already been said.

It's no use saying anything more.

"Ah Xiao, don't blame Aunt Liu for being nosy."

Aunt Liu, who hadn't finished get off work yet, came over carrying a broom and asked, "Hasn't your husband come back from his hometown yet?"

"There are a lot of things to do back home."

"So, Aunt Liu, what happened today when I heard your dad keep cursing at him?"

"Ignore him."

Xu Zhixiao chuckled softly and stirred the table with her delicate hand.

The aroma of Chinese medicine quickly filled the entire consultation room.

Seeing that Xu Zhixiao was unwilling to say more, Aunt Liu did not ask any further questions.

Xu Zhixiao was left alone to brew the medicine.

After finishing the medicine, she didn't rush to leave, but sat in the consultation room without moving.

There were quite a few patients in the clinic today; even after closing time, people were still coming in.

Xu Zhixiao did not refuse to say that it was time to get off work.

Since she had nothing better to do, she sat in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic and consulted patients, continuing like this until late at night.

Old Xu's family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic is located in Changledu, Qinhuai District.

A two-story brick and wood building from the Republican era, with its own entrance and courtyard.

It features a riverside courtyard, a bluestone slab courtyard, an old pomegranate tree, and a carved wooden gate; it's a purely private residence converted into a medical clinic.

Xu Zhixiao could see the tributary of the Qinhuai River as soon as she opened the door, and the silhouette of the city wall was reflected in the courtyard at dusk.

The wind sways the shadows, and the clouds drift across the branches.

There was also a bottle and a mirror placed at the entrance of the house.

It was set up by Old Xu back then.

When ordinary families celebrate a child's wedding, they usually put up decorations on the wall, such as two dolls holding big fish.

Old Xu is a cultured man, and in his joy, he specially arranged a set of "Eastern Vase and Western Mirror" to symbolize the harmonious relationship between husband and wife.

Aunt Liu was wiping the large bronze mirror, talking to Xu Zhixiao who was leaning against the door as she did so.

"Xiao, Aunt Liu treats you like her own daughter, so please don't find me annoying if I say a few more words."

"You tell me, Aunt Liu."

"Divorce is common these days. If you're really unhappy, just get a divorce. Nobody can really say anything about it. Who gets married and doesn't go home?"

It was clear that Aunt Liu had overheard a lot of the conversations between the Xu family elders.

I know this matter isn't as simple as Xu Zhixiao makes it out to be.

"Is it because your husband doesn't agree to a divorce? Give his phone number to Aunt Liu."

Xu Zhixiao leaned against the doorway, watching Aunt Liu's temperament, and smiled helplessly:

"He wants a divorce more than anyone else."

"what?"

Xu Zhixiao touched the ring on her left hand but did not answer.

Gazing at the Qinhuai River not far away.

The Qinhuai River was also looking at her.

Light raindrops fell on the eaves, sycamore trees swayed in the wind by the street, and a woman in a plain dress leaned against the doorway, looking up at the sky.

I don't know who I'm waiting for, I just keep waiting and waiting.

The light rain stopped and then started again, then stopped again.

She casually picked up a piece of paper, seemingly expressing her feelings, but there was no pen at hand.

So she took a lipstick out of her pocket.

She wrote a line of small characters on the paper, but it was hard to make out what they were.

The book was completed and printed with rouge.

She then turned around, picked up her umbrella, locked the door, and left, her high heels splashing water as she stepped into the puddle.

She was playing with a piece of red thread in her hand, as if she had thought of something interesting.

She wrapped the red thread around her neck and revealed a beautiful smile.

Perhaps because he was too engrossed in playing with the red thread, the small piece of paper he had just written on fluttered in the wind.

They flew all the way to the sycamore tree.

The words on the paper are:

"Meeting is joyful, parting is bitter, I angrily say that the heavens do not grant me a title."