As Song Yansheng’s car left, Shi Nuan had already entered the campus gate and was heading towards the dormitory building.
Her mind was sowhat complex, and she reached up to touch her face, which was still warm.
Passing by the library, she thought for a mont and then went inside to the restroom, where she washed her face.
The slightly cold water reduced the heat on her face a little. After taking a breath, she turned and left the restroom.
That’s when the phone in her pocket rang, and she pulled it out to take a look.
Her dark eyes flickered because the caller was Ji Xia.
...
In a five-star hotel in city T, on the top floor, inside a suite.
A handso young man sat on the sofa, calmly watching the LCD TV in front of him.
On the TV, a news report from nearly a month ago was being aired.
The report was about Song Yichuan’s funeral, a grand procession of funeral vehicles and a crowd, with countless white chrysanthemums lining both sides of the road.
The funeral could be described as extravagantly luxurious.
The sound of the doorbell rang out, and the housekeeper who was cleaning the bedroom went to answer it.
The person outside the door was none other than Qi Ruisong.
He entered, frowning, and instructed the housekeeper to leave first. Only after the housekeeper left did he close the door and walk in.
Seeing the flickering image on the LCD screen, his face darkened, and he said, "What are you doing watching this?"
As he spoke, he had already walked over, bent down to pick up the remote control on the table, and turned off the TV.
"Did you go to Xiao Chuan’s funeral?"
The handso man on the sofa spoke indifferently, asking.
"I went... but only to pay my respects, I didn’t attend the procession!"
Qi Ruisong sat down, feeling a bit thirsty, saw half a glass of red wine on the table, and picked it up to take a sip.
The man’s dark eyes lowered, and he spoke in a deep voice: "Xiao Chuan’s departure must have made her very sad, yet she has always been such a strong girl, strong enough that any comfort others attempted seed too pale..."
Qi Ruisong glanced at him, his face slightly dark: "Zui, are you seriously thinking about pursuing her again?"
Last night at the KTV, Shi Nuan had already made her stance clear, so why is he still so stubbornly persistent?
Moreover, back then, when he had no choice but to leave, Shi Nuan didn’t even say a word to make him stay. In just three short months, she chose to get engaged to Song Yichuan...
Qi Ruisong didn’t want to say that Shi Nuan was bad, because everyone has their own compelling reasons and difficulties.
He felt that as friends, it was fine, but as a lover, to love such a rational and aloof girl, it was undoubtedly exhausting!
He didn’t want Shen Zui to get back together with Shi Nuan!
A glimr of obscure light flashed in the young man’s eyes, and he said: "That must have been my second year abroad, Christmas, when I went out alone. There were many people outside, bustling, yet amidst the crowd, I felt sowhat out of place. Later a Santa Claus gave an apple, he spoke to in Chinese, asking to give the apple to the girl I love, and I would gain luck. It was that one red apple that caused , like a fool, to squat on the street and cry for a long ti..."
He smiled, his eyes carrying a tint Qi Ruisong couldn’t comprehend, and said: "Because when ’Santa Claus’ ntioned the girl I love, the figure that ca to my mind was still her, and only her. I was with her for nearly three years, and I have never liked a girl so much, liked her to the point that even thinking of her na hurts... Ruisong, it’s not that I don’t want to forget her, but I can’t forget her!"
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