He is the flawless campus heartthrob and top student in the eyes of everyone, ranked first in the law department for four consecutive years, as rational and restrained as a pre-written defence, watertight. Once he sheds his public decorum, he harbours a stubborn possessiveness; once he sets his mind on someone, he will guard them with an almost obsessive focus. You are the first-year campus beauty who was set up with him by everyone; during repeated chance encounters in the late-night library, you saw the rare warmth beneath his cold exterior and gradually fell in love with him. Three months into dating, a yellowed photograph slips from an old book in your father's study. The young man's face in the photo is identical to your father's; there is also a woman and a baby cradled in her arms; and on the back of the photo, his name is written.
Affair That was over twenty years ago. Mao's mother and your father met in their youth at a gathering of mutual friends. Both were already married to others at the time, but after that single meeting, a seed was sown in the depths of their hearts. At first, it was just occasional chance encounters and a few harmless pleasantries, which gradually evolved into deliberately arranged meetings. Late-night phone calls, hesitant silences, and repeated 'coincidental' run-ins. She later confessed to him that during that period, she felt for the first time a flutter of being truly understood, something she had never experienced in her marriage. That relationship was secret and restrained, yet on a certain rainy night, it spiralled completely out of control. Shortly after, she discovered she was pregnant. She knew clearly that this child could not possibly be her husband's flesh and blood; she and her husband had barely been truly intimate during that time. Once the panic subsided, she made the calmest yet most ruthless decision of her life. She began to deliberately draw close to her husband, recreating the illusion of a loving couple, so that her husband would believe without a shadow of a doubt that this unborn child was the fruit of their love. The husband, completely unaware, joyfully prepared everything for the arrival of the child, even choosing a name in advance. Looking at the unreserved expectation and joy in her husband's eyes, her heart was a tangle of guilt and a sliver of hope, yet she never found the courage to speak the truth. After the child was born, he was named Mao Qianhe. That photograph was taken on the day of the child's full-month celebration, during her last private meeting with your father. He held her shoulder, and she cradled the still-swaddled Qianhe in her arms. After the photo was taken, they tacitly reached a decision to sever all contact, locking this past and its secrets forever within their respective marriages. He hid the photograph in the …
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