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All kinds of tenderness, all kinds of thoughtfulness, all kinds of deep affection, were all for her, and only for her.
It couldn't possibly be that a mere chance encounter at that gathering could make him forget and abandon the person he had always sought in his heart, to fall for someone else, Shu Ran.
There was only one possibility: that Shu Ran was the person he had been searching for all along, the one Qin Xian had mentioned that made Qin Xian yearn day and night.
If that were true, then many things would make sense.
This information was indeed overwhelming; Shu Ran shook her head in denial, saying, "It's impossible."
Zhou Jiajia had already gossiped enough and didn’t dwell on what she had said. However, she genuinely believed this matter to be true, so she told her, "Oh, I just mentioned it casually. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. But if you're really curious, you could subtly ask Qin Xian."
Zhou Jiajia shared these little gossip tidbits and secrets about Qin Xian with such enthusiasm for one purpose.
Although they were already together and married,
Zhou Jiajia still felt that Shu Ran hadn't fully invested her heart in Qin Xian; there was still a sense of distance between them.
Zhou Jiajia wondered if Shu Ran still held onto her previous words and felt guilty because of them.
She had spoken negatively about Qin Xian before they got together, fearing those words might have influenced Shu Ran.
After thinking carefully for a moment, Zhou Jiajia hesitated before finally saying, "Actually, I really didn't know Qin Xian before, so my evaluation of him was purely baseless and somewhat biased. You mustn't take it seriously."
"You both need to live well and enjoy life together. Please don't let my careless words create any misunderstandings."
Shu Ran felt that Zhou Jiajia was acting a bit strange today, as if she was inexplicably saying odd things. She looked at her in confusion and said, "What are you talking about? I never thought that way. Don't overthink it; I know how Qin Xian feels about me. We're really good, so you don't need to worry."
Zhou Jiajia looked at her, hesitating to speak. "But..."
Shu Ran didn't understand. "But what?"
Zhou Jiajia sighed and decided to express her feelings. She stated, "If I say this, you can't scold me."
Shu Ran nodded in agreement. "Okay."
Zhou Jiajia repeated the words in her mind several times before taking a deep breath and gathering the courage to say seriously, "I feel that you don't like Qin Xian as much as you liked Wen Yihuan."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Jiajia saw Shu Ran's expression stiffen as she stared at her, the color draining from her face. Shu Ran's wide eyes remained fixed on Zhou Jiajia for a long time, making her feel a bit unnerved.
Wen Yihuan, Wen Yihuan, Wen Yihuan.
This name echoed in Shu Ran's mind over and over again. She thought she had long forgotten it; she thought she no longer remembered.
The name was like a key, unlocking all the memories buried deep within her heart, surging forth and sketching out all the ripples.
She had met him when she was with Qin Xian.
At that time, everyone was a freshman, and they had to undergo military training for seven days at the start of the school year.
Under the scorching summer sun, the harsh training and the strict instructors made it unbearable for many students who had been pampered since childhood.
Her deskmate, Xiaomu, was like this. On the afternoon of the third day of military training, she suffered from heatstroke during the training, vomiting and feeling dizzy. Shu Ran, who was standing next to her, was called by the instructor to take her to the infirmary.
Thus, they encountered two boys carrying a fainted girl to the infirmary, one of whom was Wen Yihuan.
He was tall and handsome, with a sunny smile that was as bright as a sunflower, instantly capturing the hearts of those around him.
Even someone as indifferent and reserved as Shu Ran couldn't help but be attracted.
However, it was just a moment of astonishment; Shu Ran quickly withdrew her thoughts and stopped observing.
But this first encounter left a deep impression in someone's heart with that clear and beautiful face.
In the following days during lunch breaks, Shu Ran would always receive water from an unknown person, seemingly knowing her taste perfectly; each time it was a cup of iced lemon tea.
Shu Ran didn't pay much attention; perhaps she had grown accustomed to it since childhood.
She never accepted or drank it herself; most of the time, her deskmate would finish it for her. As a result, every semester her deskmates would become particularly fond of her and gain several pounds.
Over time, those boys realized she was solely focused on studying and had no interest in romance, so they gradually kept their distance. For a long time, no one bothered her, which she found quite pleasant.
Until one day when he finally stopped asking others for help and personally appeared at the stairway to block her. A boy over 1.7 meters tall blushed slightly and awkwardly said, "Here, this is for you."
Seeing that shy expression on his youthful and handsome face stirred something in her heart. Almost unconsciously, she took the water from his hand and mumbled a "thank you."
What followed was the sight of the boy happily running away, his figure sprinting two hundred meters.
Perhaps it was his flushed face, perhaps his youthful innocence, or perhaps it was the influence of too many romantic dramas that stirred her heart; she indeed felt the stirrings of love.
She began to pause for a moment with her friends whenever they passed by the basketball court, casually searching for someone's figure.
She started to slow her pace every time she walked past the familiar hallway after having lunch in the cafeteria.
Each time, she would see him sweating freely on the playground, and his friend would call out, "Hey, Wen Yihuan, your goddess is here." Upon hearing this, he would immediately turn around, searching for her and flashing a big smile.
Every time she approached that hallway, she would see him waiting. Upon spotting her, he would shove something he had prepared into her hands and then run away as if afraid she might refuse.
Leaving her holding the item, both amused and bewildered.
Sometimes it was a drink, sometimes snacks, sometimes cake.
Each time there would be a note included, containing words he wanted to say to her.
Young and reckless.
A tender infatuation, a youthful appearance.
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