The room Lady Lucy passed on to Wendy, honestly, didn’t have much of a girlish vibe.
Even the view was quite ordinary, with most of it blocked by buildings outside the small window.
Whether the starry sky above or the river scene below, all felt so miniature it was akin to peeping.
Yet it was precisely this aspect, combined with Lucy’s earlier reminiscence, that brought a sneaky sense of feeling when in it.
And Fu Qian’s response had a sowhat rough logic and words.
So much so that as a party involved, Mr. Cardon Sr. looked quite surprised for a mont.
When Fu Qian ca up, he didn’t do anything too odd, rely sitting by the window, looking out with a sideways glance.
At this mont, he couldn’t help but turn around, squinting as he stared for a long ti.
Regarding the interview winner Fu Qian, it seemingly caused him to look again after already being impressed.
"I know... life always has regrets, doesn’t it?"
Yet, the rough words evidently had so impact, as at so point Cardon sighed, expressing complete understanding of the invitation’s young girl’s heart.
Also, he didn’t disguise himself, continuously hearing the conversation downstairs.
"What can you see?"
And although the young man before him was more perceptive than expected, Cardon still didn’t expect too much empathy.
Before Fu Qian could say anything, he directly signaled Fu Qian to move closer.
What can you see...
Unhesitatingly following suit, in the next mont Fu Qian was already at the window, looking out from the sa angle.
The view was indeed poor, but relatively, privacy was stronger.
One could fully imagine a young girl, her inner passion surging, gazing out over the railing, and finally pulling the curtains in complex emotion.
Of course, this aspect was indeed quite obvious, too simple to be used as an answer.
"It’s not just life that has regrets, even cat’s lives do."
Fu Qian’s gaze finally landed on the gap between the outside buildings, although it affected the view, for a kind of agile small creature, it almost laid out a staggered path.
...
"Lucy said that flower cat goes down from here three tis a day."
It sounded like Fu Qian had once again given the correct answer.
Cardon’s tone carried surprise, but more so it was filled with amazent, and after a mont he began to narrate the past.
"But it will only return the original route twice... the last ti it goes out the front door, regardless of whether the window is open."
And the scene he described could be said to have a strong sense of imdiacy.
Too bad, that wonderful performance ultimately did not wait for an audience.
"Very interesting, it seems you rember Lady Lucy’s words quite clearly—"
Nodding slightly, Fu Qian gave a high appraisal of the life’s bonds involved.
"But you’re curious why I didn’t co."
Almost as soon as the words dropped, Cardon had already helped in probing out a sentence.
"I don’t think anyone wouldn’t be curious."
Fu Qian readily admitted, even turning to look for a mont while speaking.
The wooden ladder was indeed too old, no matter how cautiously one moved, there was no way to entirely avoid noise.
Even with the hearing of an ordinary person, one could discern so hesitant footsteps outside by now.
It couldn’t be more normal, one couldn’t expect during soone else’s family gathering to mourn youthful days in a bedroom, then also request others to do nothing.
In fact, Lucy’s family had already been quite restrained, change to a more impulsive group and there might even have been a bloody event.
This was probably why Mr. Cardon earlier said, he thought he might have used a gun.
Attempting to secure a mont of nostalgia, using such a weapon to hold the scene was clearly the easiest.
And although choosing the most peaceful thod, the fragile balance could only be maintained for a little while.
"Simply, I wanted to co, had complete ti... but I didn’t."
The old man, aware of the noise outside, remained calm and quietly explained the events of that year.
Just this reason... isn’t it a bit too cruel?
...
I did want to co, also had ti, but I just didn’t.
People often ask, how far can a sentence explain regret.
And to Fu Qian, Cardon’s reason could be called a sentence capable of pounding a person with regrets.
Nostalgia for youth, everyone has their monts of youthful recklessness, can be understood by all.
You see, even outside Lucy’s family, upon knowing the circumstances, although emotions are complex, haven’t lost control.
Even processed the entire affair with so grace, perhaps next family gathering could be openly discussed as a topic.
Yet to offer such an abstract answer to Lady Lucy’s decades-long question?
However you see, it doesn’t look like a way to reconcile with life, whether the person can sleep peacefully at night in coming days becos questionable.
Even upon this sentence, the cautious footsteps outside suddenly ca to a halt.
Of course, these belong to details, seemingly no need to worry oneself too much.
The most core point still being, what if the old man speaks truth?
Relating to this task, it appears so mysterious points finally started to manifest.
"Alright, we should leave now, further disturbance would be impolite."
Though Cardon withheld further explanation, inhaling deeply, the next mont he was already up, feeling content.
"Okay."
Fu Qian did not insist, directly walked at the front.
"Please excuse us."
Even coming onto the outer staircase, facing that peeking face, preemptively expressed apologies.
...
Lady Lucy was evidently pondering life, and pondered quite confusedly.
As ntioned before, this family had already been notably gentle.
Facing this behavior akin to barging in and defecating anywhere, eventually chose to respect Lucy’s youth, let her co upstairs to settle the matter.
But the efficiency of resolution evidently still surprised everyone.
Without more eye contact making the party more embarrassed, Fu Qian quickly brushed past and t a blank stare from the group downstairs.
"Happy to fulfill the mission."
Even proud Wendy subconsciously looked over, Fu Qian smiled broadly, without humility.
Bang!
And before anyone computed a reaction, the door was already casually closed behind.
The process was so quiet and peaceful that even upon leaving, the youngest child there didn’t show any emotional instability.
"Drive back."
Seemingly not just the regret object of youth, Cardon showed no interest in a backward glance.
Even the first stop of this bucket list couldn’t capture any further attention.
Upon getting into the car, the elder resud his coming posture, half-open eyes, casually giving a new directive.
"Okay."
Fu Qian also didn’t mind continuing as the driver, directly started the car.
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