111: Chapter 114: The Remnants of First Love (3) 111: Chapter 114: The Remnants of First Love (3) It seed she had caught his attention; the male student lifted his head, revealing himself to be Lu Jiayuan, who gave her a slight smile.
Behind him was a vast expanse of maple leaves, blazing like fire.
Noticing she was also holding a textbook, he smiled warmly, “You’re Jian Anning, right?
I happen to be confused about a few things.
Let’s study together.”
She hesitated for a mont with her textbook in hand, but finally nodded her head.
When her eyes glanced at the books in his hand, she suddenly discovered a book she had been searching for a long ti but hadn’t been able to find, and she picked it up with great surprise, “This, where did you find it?”
Unexpectedly, she t a pair of eyes brimming with mirth.
“I was beginning to think you didn’t speak,” said Lu Jiayuan with a warm smile, then added sincerely, “Actually, your voice is very pleasant to hear.”
Just then, the wind started to blow, and leaves fell like fairies amongst the flowers, scattering and swirling around.
A few landed on his cheek, casting a serene and graceful glow.
Jian Anning frowned but did not engage with his remark.
After that encounter, the two of them beca nodding acquaintances.
In the later part of the sester, the professor assigned the students coursework that required forming teams to discuss.
Lu Jiayuan turned his head and said to her, “Let’s team up!” His expression was smiling, but his tone was resolute, as if it was just natural.
After the discussion group was ford, they t frequently.
Gradually, Jian Anning learned that Lu Jiayuan was born in the United States and moved back to Huaxia Country with his divorced mother when he was just a few years old.
It was only later, for his studies, that he applied to the University of Toronto to pursue a major in art and was one year ahead of her.
As she saw more of him, she discovered that Lu Jiayuan was clear-minded and read extensively.
Discussing with him occasionally led to unexpected insights.
He remained consistently gentle and refined in his deanor.
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That year during the Christmas and New Year holidays, the Cheng Family – her stepfather, mother, brother, and sister – all went to New York to celebrate.
She was left alone in Toronto, under the pretext of “not wanting to disrupt her studies.”
Zhao Ziyin, seeing that she was left behind, simply took her to attend their college’s New Year’s ball.
And Zhao Ziyin, after entering the venue, was soon invited to dance by soone.
She smiled and said it was fine, then sat alone in a corner of the ballroom, quietly watching the couples before her.
At that ti, she was still sowhat imrsed in her feelings of loss due to the deaths of her father and grandparents and living under soone else’s roof.
Watching the elegantly whirling n and won at the ball, and because this was the unfamiliar art college where she knew no one, the music felt cheerier, and everyone else seed to be beaming.
Sitting alone in a corner, that complete sense of bewildernt and loneliness overwheld her mind even more.
The more splendid and lively the setting, the stronger the feeling of loneliness and solitude beca!
It was in that mont that a fair, slender hand gently reached out to her.
She looked up to see such a face, with a slight smile that seed bathed in the freshness of spring.
“May I have the honor of this dance, beautiful miss?”
For a long ti thereafter, she could not forget that smiling expression.
He was dressed in a handso red riding outfit, his eyes warm, as if the harsh winter of Toronto was far gone and spring had arrived early.
As if enchanted, she found herself unconsciously placing her hand in Lu Jiayuan’s.
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