Glass heart matters

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Publish Date: 2006-10-01
Features: Glass Matters – A New Champion Book from Sina and Sohu Originals, a bestseller that has earned millions of tears. In the story, he is a handsome boy with the mental age of six who never understands the call of love. She is a beautiful, pragmatic material girl who knows how to make the right decisions at the right time. To return to her familiar, effortless material world, she must distance herself from him and abandon him. But how can she make the right decision at the right time while also being happy? A material girl navigating the real world, she calls herself a cactus despite her lily-like name. She is beautiful, proud, capable, and free-spirited, believing no one can change her, until she meets eyes as clear as glass. What in this world can change her? Why did she fall in love with him? Was it his unparalleled beauty? His clear, transparent eyes? His intellect stuck at six? His glass-cleaning way of thinking? For this purity, should she leave the material world she knows so well? Or should she abandon this glassy purity to continue controlling the material world she is familiar with?
Monday, a day that makes one feel discouraged, I sat in my office in front of the computer, completely unmotivated to work. My young secretary poked her round head in and said, "Lily, your phone is on line 2; it's Mr. Tang." She knew I disliked Mr. Tang, so her voice was timid, as if I were a tiger that could eat people. I sighed and reluctantly pressed the phone button: "This is Lily. What is it?"
"Lily, you need to come to the hospital right away. Your mother—oh, your stepmother—may not be able to hold on much longer. She wants to see you." I quickly put on my coat and rushed out in a hurry. Passing the secretary's office, I said, "If you need anything, call my mobile!" My voice was sharp and concise. Anyone who saw me like this today would be shocked, because not only did I not share a close bond with my stepmother, but we were actually bitter enemies. When my father was alive, the two of us fought fiercely over the meager family fortune. In the end, she won—not me, the daughter who shared blood with my father. It proved that beautiful women are (calamity-bringers), but men with boundless dirty desires are the real source of calamity.
As I drove frantically toward the hospital, I sneered. If my stepmother and Mr. Tang knew why I rushed over so eagerly to hear her final words, they would surely regret calling me. Why was I going to see that dying woman? Because—today was a discouraging Monday, and I would rather see a dying woman than stay in the office; because I wanted to see if my stepmother's beautiful face could still retain its allure as death approached; because I was curious about what she would say. I certainly wouldn’t imagine her giving back most of the family fortune I had taken from my father—that would be a dream for the foolish. But since I had already reached the lowest point of the waves, listening to her wouldn’t hurt me anymore;
What’s more important—I wanted to watch her die, that hateful woman who had stolen everything from my father, that woman saying goodbye to this world!!!
I strode down the hospital corridor, my high heels clicking loudly. I saw Mr. Tang waiting outside the room. "She wants to see you," he said seriously. "I don’t know why she insists on seeing you. I just want to say one thing, Lily: show her kindness, considering she is about to pass away."
"Mr. Tang, you’re wasting my time. I don’t think your employer can last much longer." My voice was as cold as ice—my trademark. Then, I pushed open the door and walked into the room.
My stepmother lay in bed, her face ashen, with no trace of color. Just by looking at her, I knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She saw me and struggled to turn her head toward me: "You’re finally here." My voice echoed so vibrantly in the room: "I never thought a car accident could take a life so easily. You only lasted two days. I thought you, the tough one, could have held on longer! How should I say it—apologize or be happy?"