"I understand." Yan Ye empathized.
"No. Teacher Yan, you don’t understand my feelings! Do you know that sense of helplessness? Clearly, I love her very much, yet I’m utterly powerless, forced to just watch her drift further and further away..."
"Of course I understand." An Hao’s image flashed through Yan Ye’s mind, "eting the right person at the wrong ti often leads to such... such powerlessness."
Back then, Yan Ye often asked himself in the dead of night if things would have ended differently had An Hao not loved Qin Jian, or if there was no marriage contract between them.
They would, they surely would!
In truth, what Yan Ye didn’t understand was that so things were predetermined.
He didn’t know that An Hao was reborn.
Her rebirth was for Qin Jian.
"Has there ever been such a woman deep in Teacher Yan’s heart?" Cheng Yue stared into Yan Ye’s eyes, looking at him intently, waiting for his answer.
Yan Ye thought for a mont, quoting Zhang Ailing’s words: "She is the white moonlight in my heart!"
Cheng Yue was surprised: "I didn’t expect, Teacher Yan, that you also had such an experience... But the current teacher’s wife, will she soday beco just a splash of mosquito blood on the bedhead?"
"No!" Yan Ye refuted Cheng Yue’s statent, "Your teacher’s wife is my eternal red rose! White moonlight is elusive and unreachable. Let it remain a cherished mory. But red rose is my lifelong companion. Cheng Yue, in a man’s life, he always ets those two won. After losing the white moonlight, you will eventually et your own red rose."
"Teacher Yan, are you advising to give up?" Cheng Yue asked.
"No, no. I hope that even if you and Yan Huan have no fate, you will et another woman in your life, one who will accompany you till the end."
"I’ve returned to Nancheng this ti hoping to make up for past losses! If Yan Huan truly falls for soone else, then I will give up and leave. Otherwise, I firmly will not leave!" Cheng Yue said, clenching his teeth tightly.
............
When Cheng Yue got off work and returned to his dormitory, Qi Siyuan had already prepared the al, waiting for her son.
"Yuyu, you’ve been working for so long, when are you going to take a break? In a few days, it’s your grandmother’s death anniversary, and the whole family will go to visit her grave," at the dinner table, Qi Siyuan asked.
"I can’t take a break just because I say so." Cheng Yue said, with his head down, swallowing a mouthful of rice, "How about this, I’ll take leave a day early. I can definitely make it in two days."
"Two days are not enough! You also need to visit Uncle Shen. If things go well, I want to finalize the marriage between you two," Cheng Nanfang said in a deep voice.
"Dad! I will not marry Shen Qiqi." Cheng Yue stopped his chopsticks, staring straight at his father’s face.
Bang~
Cheng Nanfang’s face darkened as he slamd his chopsticks on the table: "Cheng Yue, don’t go overboard!"
"How am I overboard? Mom, Dad, why did you co to Nancheng? Sister is already gone, I know you can’t get over that. But do you want to watch suffer in love for a lifeti?" Cheng Yue stood up abruptly, "Am I really being too selfish?"
"Have you considered Qiqi’s feelings?" Cheng Nanfang roared.
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