My Alleged Husband-Chapter 1026 - 893: Memories of Self_7

I quickly sent Xia Jing a message: "Okay, okay, okay, wherever you say is where we’ll meet. Whatever you decide is fine, as long as you come out to see me. So it’s settled, we won’t leave until we see each other tomorrow at noon. I’ll definitely be there on time, don’t stand me up, okay!"

Xia Jing glanced at my message and thought Zhang Zhentian was so childish. Xia Jing muttered to herself irritably, "Who knows who’s going to stand up whom. Seriously, why would he claim he’ll be so punctual?"

Xia Jing still replied to me with a sentence, "Got it, so naggy. I suddenly feel that tomorrow noon is a bit too late. How about we change it to 6 AM tomorrow morning, how’s that?"

Xia Jing wanted to see to what extent I could go for her.

Looking at Xia Jing’s message, I wasn’t upset about her sudden change of time. On the contrary, seeing Xia Jing say it’s too late, I misunderstood thinking Xia Jing wished to have more time to hang out with me. So, I cheerfully accepted Xia Jing’s request.

"No problem, whatever time you say is fine. 😊😊" I replied to Xia Jing, not forgetting to send her a few smiley emojis.

Xia Jing looked at the emojis I sent and suddenly felt like I had a screw loose. Obviously, she was deliberately giving me a hard time, yet I agreed to her request so readily.

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, go to bed early. See you in the morning tomorrow."

Afraid of oversleeping in the morning, to be on the safe side, I went to Cambridge in the middle of the night. I wandered around Cambridge, waiting for daylight. But winter nights are long. I waited and waited and still didn’t see the dawn. The cold wind was biting, and I shivered from the chill. But to be able to see Xia Jing, I stood there, braving the cold wind, without leaving even half a step. I was afraid that if I turned away, Xia Jing wouldn’t be able to find me.

The next morning, when Xia Jing groggily opened her eyes, it was already seven o’clock. She groggily picked up her phone to check the time and was startled by what she saw. She always thought the one who would be late was definitely Zhang Zhentian, never herself. But how did she end up being late this time, making Xia Jing feel a bit embarrassed.

Xia Jing thought to herself, "How could Zhang Zhentian be there waiting so early? No rush, he’ll probably arrive only after I’m done with my things."

With that thought, Xia Jing leisurely got up and started looking for clothes. She took half an hour to find her clothes and slowly put them on. After getting dressed, she went on to wash her face and brush her teeth. By the time she finished everything, it was already past nine in the morning, and only then did she step out to slowly head to Cambridge.

Xia Jing was unhurried but there I was, frozen on the spot. To wait for Xia Jing, I didn’t take a single step away from Cambridge, enduring the biting cold wind. I had hoped the night would quickly turn to day, but dawn took its sweet time. Now that it was finally daylight, Xia Jing still hadn’t shown up. I stood there waiting for her, dumbly, as passersby looked at Zhang Zhentian, with some whispering, "Hey, you think this guy might be a little crazy?"

"What nonsense are you talking? This guy seems pretty normal!" Passerby A replied.

"What do you mean nonsense? Let me tell you, when I was off work yesterday evening, this guy was already standing here. Now, look at the time, he’s still here. Isn’t that the behavior of someone mentally unwell?" Passerby B said to Passerby A.

"How do you know he didn’t go home last night and just came early this morning? Seriously, if you don’t know, don’t make wild guesses. Be careful not to invite trouble." Passerby A cautiously reminded Passerby B.

Passerby B, unwilling to let it go, said to Passerby A, "Not only do I suspect that this guy has a mental problem, I also doubt your sanity too."

Passerby A, upon hearing Passerby B’s words, felt a bit upset and asked Passerby B, "You don’t believe what I say, so tell me, how do you know this guy has been standing here all night? Just because he was here when you went home after work last night, you’re sure he’s been here all along?"

"Can’t you see well? Didn’t you notice how pale his face is? His eyes are filled with bloodshot lines. You say, if he hadn’t been standing here all night, how could he look like this?" Passerby B explained his thoughts to Passerby A, who, after hearing and carefully examining Zhang Zhentian’s face and eyes, realized Zhang Zhentian’s face was indeed pale, with his eyes filled with bloodshot lines, looking as though he hadn’t slept for a long time.