"If you want to stand next to the sun, then you’re in the wrong place; the sun should be to the north."
Jiang Chen made a humorous remark.
To the north of South Korea, indeed, there is a chubby "Golden Sun."
"Oppa～"
Zhu Xuan glanced at him, not deliberately, but it was this kind of natural charm that was most captivating.
At this mont, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but admire her attitude—always positive and optimistic, providing her friends with warmth and strength. Many girls, when faced with such situations, might just end up crying along.
"Who was the Junxiang you were talking about just now?"
Jiang Chen looked at the rushing Han River beneath him.
"Oppa understands Korean?"
Zhu Xuan was surprised.
"I don’t understand it."
Zhu Xuan looked at him in confusion.
"But the pronunciation of your nas isn’t much different from Chinese."
Zhu Xuan ca to an understanding.
"Oh, Junxiang Oppa grew up with . We used to live in Lihua Cave, but later he moved. He’s also an idol and works at the sa company as Xuejing."
The explanation was quite detailed.
"Is he the one you said you liked before?"
Boss Jiang indeed had an extraordinary mory and keen perception.
"Yes."
Without any hesitation or lying to cover it up, Zhu Xuan openly admitted, and at the sa ti, reiterated.
"My affection for Junxiang Oppa is different from the way I like you, Oppa."
Jiang Chen nodded, looking serenely at the Han River.
"I also have a childhood friend."
"I know."
"You know?"
"Mr. Luo ntioned it. Miss Fang."
The breeze from the river blew by, and Jiang Chen smiled faintly.
Luo Peng really had a big mouth.
"So, Oppa also likes Miss Fang?"
Zhu Xuan tilted her head and asked.
Her use of "like" made it unclear what kind of "like" she ant, yet it stumped soone.
Seeing him silent, Zhu Xuan considerately withdrew her gaze and leaned against the railing.
"I’m sorry, Oppa."
"Why apologize?"
Jiang Chen said softly.
"How could you not like soone you grew up with?"
It was clear now.
The "like" she ntioned must have been a very pure kind.
"Oppa, you and Miss Fang are really good; even growing up didn’t change that. You can still be together."
Sothing felt off.
How had the conversation unknowingly turned to himself?
Yet soone, usually so perceptive, remained unaware.
He chuckled softly, his voice gentle.
"How could there not be changes? Everyone changes when they grow up, unless they always live in their childhood."
"Does Oppa regret growing up?"
The shimring Han River lay below the bridge, with cars and lights mingling with the stars and moon overhead, creating a dreamy background of dazzling colors.
Jiang Chen fell silent.
This question was essentially aningless.
Because growing up is sothing uncontrollable.
There’s no such thing as regret or not.
Just like whether you prefer day or night, they will always take turns, unaffected by any significance.
But if asked whether he’d rather stay a child or grow up,
Would he choose power, wealth beyond asure, or the mory of that sassy witch saying, "Jiang Chen, if you don’t go ho now, Auntie will have dinner ready, and Uncle Jiang will smack you if you’re late again"?
The answer should be obvious to everyone.
"If there were a superpower user who could help people travel through ti back to the past, I’d definitely find them."
Zhu Xuan was taken aback.
This style of answering.
Was very.
Novel.
Then she proclaid with a smile, impishly saying, "In that case, could Oppa take with you?"
"Then you’ll have to be able to afford a ti travel check."
Zhu Xuan chuckled at that, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jiang Chen.
Boss Jiang finally began to really know her, just as she too was getting a more complete understanding of her long-secret crush.
They say distance creates beauty.
Like idols and fans, they must maintain their distance.
Because once that distance is gone, when the filters break, when you see the pimples on their face, the charm is gone.
However.
Zhu Xuan gazed at that side profile, so close at hand.
Why did she find herself liking him more and more?
"Staring at soone like that, wouldn’t that be a bit rude?"
Jiang Chen seed to have eyes on the side of his head.
Zhu Xuan wasn’t at all shy, nor did she restrain herself, still tilting her head.
"Does Oppa get shy?"
The question seed hard to answer again.
But she didn’t intend for him to answer, continuing,
"Oppa is more handso than those actor idols."
Even with his confidence, at this point, soone felt a bit sheepish.
After all, he’s not soone who gets by on his looks.
"More handso than your Junxiang Oppa?"
"Yep!"
Zhu Xuan said without hesitation, decisively, smoothing her hair blown onto her cheek, "Oppa is the most handso!"
At this point, perhaps that Junxiang Oppa would also want to go back to his childhood.
Facing the grand spectacle of Korea’s beauty standards, Boss Jiang looked out over the river, calm and collected with a deanor full of profundity and sophistication.
"You’re not the first to say that."
Zhu Xuan giggled, her bright eyes and white teeth, youthful face blooming like a flower.
After a while in the breeze, the two walked back across the Han River Bridge, got back in the car, and returned to Lihua Cave once again.
"Goodbye, Oppa."
Clearly, yesterday soone had used the excuse of "next ti for sure," but today Zhu Xuan didn’t extend an invitation to co inside. Having navigated the entertainnt industry, how could she not understand social niceties?
Zhu Xuan got out of the car alone, considerately not forcing the issue, when suddenly a tentative voice called out.
"Is that Zhu Xuan?"
Ahead of them.
It turned out Grandma ca out to take out the trash.
Under the dim streetlight, Zhu Xuan imdiately responded with a shout, "Grandma."
At this mont, Boss Jiang, still in the car, faced an awkward situation. According to Shen Zhou etiquette, continuing to sit in the car in such circumstances would be quite rude.
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