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In the end, they broke up. After saying those words, Shu Ran turned around and left without looking back, leaving him with a resolute figure.
Shu Ran did not know how he was doing afterward because after that day, she had a long winter break, long enough to make one forget all memories.
When school started again in early spring, Shu Ran had not encountered him at all. Later, she learned that he had transferred schools.
Shu Ran felt a sense of regret—regret for him, for not taking their relationship seriously, for being irresponsible.
No one knew that when she said goodbye to him and turned away in that moment, tears streamed down her face as she desperately suppressed her cries to prevent him from noticing.
Perhaps if he had chased after her in that moment, the outcome might have been different.
The past is like smoke, scenes flashing before her eyes. But what has passed is just that—past.
Shu Ran did not want to reminisce or linger on it.
She was doing well now; she already had Qin Xian. She had such a wonderful Qin Xian, so why bother to dwell on those unpleasant memories?
But Zhou Jiajia brought it up; she said she did not like him as much as she liked Wen Yihuan.
That was not true; it was not like that.
Everyone loves differently at each age. Back then, she was young and reckless, naive and ignorant. She had not experienced so many changes or endured so much pain; she still had a complete and well heart that deserved to love someone freely, passionately, and without reservation.
Loving someone simply means loving them—there's no desire to hide it, nor does one understand the need to conceal it.
But now she was covered in scars, burdened by too many things in her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. If she endured even a little more torment, she would fall into depression and plunge into an abyss of no return.
For someone like her, loving another person was already difficult; how could she love passionately, to the point of life and death?
Shu Ran looked up, her beautiful eyes gazing at her. After a long pause, she slowly spoke: "Jia Jia, Wen Yihuan is also part of the past. I don’t want to bring it up again; if Qin Xian hears about it, he will be unhappy. When I cut ties with him, it was a complete break—clean and thorough, with no lingering attachments."
"I don't like one more than the other; they are not comparable. One represents my youth, while the other represents my future. One is merely affection, while the other is love."
"I can distinguish between them; you don’t need to worry."
Her words were firm, devoid of any lingering sentiment.
When it came to relationships, she had always been resolute, walking one path to the end.
If she loved, she would disregard everything.
If she didn’t love, she would never look back.
...
At 11:43 PM.
The night was heavy, and everything was silent. Shu Ran tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
Zhou Jiajia had been picked up by Zheng Tong around eight in the evening to attend a family reunion dinner. Zhou Jiajia had invited her to go along, but she had politely declined.
It would be quite impolite to intrude on someone else's family gathering, especially given her current status; going would only create more trouble.
After she repeatedly declined, Zhou Jiajia said nothing more and left.
She quietly got up by herself, and the moment her warm, fair little feet touched the cold floor after being wrapped in a blanket, it sent a shiver through her.
Recalling Qin Xian's advice, Shu Ran, who had intended to walk barefoot, turned back and slipped her feet into a pair of little white rabbit slippers. The delicate fur brushed against her feet, enveloping her in a warm sensation that drove away the chill of the deep winter night.
She put on a thin coat, slipped on her slippers, and lightly stepped down the stairs one step at a time.
Today is New Year's Eve. In previous years, the Shu Family was always bustling during this holiday—making dumplings, eating dumplings, setting off fireworks, and shopping for New Year goods. They would be busy until midnight without a moment's rest.
Every year at this time, her mother would be busy with the kitchen god worship, while she and her brother and sister-in-law would gather in the living room eating sunflower seeds and playing cards, creating a lively atmosphere. Even when called by Shu Mother to fetch things now and then, they were more than happy to help.
This year...
It feels a bit quiet.
Before she knew it, she had walked into the kitchen. The servants were all asleep, and the entire villa was so quiet that even breathing could be heard. Faintly, it seemed like she could still hear the distant sound of fireworks.
During dinner, Shu Ran was preoccupied with thoughts of Qin Xian; she barely ate a few bites and didn't even touch the plate of dumplings on the table.
Now that it's late at night, she felt somewhat hungry and craved dumplings. She probably thought about watching the fireworks before going to bed, which sparked her interest in them.
She opened the refrigerator and remembered that Aunt Chen had made too many dumplings before dinner; some were left uncooked inside.
The light inside the refrigerator turned on, revealing a variety of fresh ingredients neatly stored. Shu Ran glanced over and finally found a box of dumplings on the top shelf.
She smiled contentedly as she took it out, and just as she closed the refrigerator, she grabbed a bottle of red wine from the nearby cabinet.
She rarely drank alcohol, and many people assumed she couldn't hold her liquor. In reality, she had a decent tolerance; she just didn't like to drink in front of others.
Whenever there was a festive occasion at home and the atmosphere was lively, she would enjoy a couple of drinks with her family.
She preferred red wine, which wasn't too strong and had a rich flavor. Sipping on it during her leisure time brought her joy and relaxation.
The water on the Gululu Stove boiled, and Shu Ran poured the dumplings into the pot. She stirred them with chopsticks, then covered the pot and waited.
Sitting at the dining table, she looked at the goblet filled with rich red wine, its color deep and inviting. On this cold winter night, she sat alone, inhaling the aroma of the wine that lingered in the air—elegant and fragrant, intoxicating even before tasting.
She gently took a sip; the smooth and sweet wine glided over her lips, leaving a lingering fragrance that danced between her teeth. Romance and warmth rippled through her being.
She finally understood why female protagonists in movies loved to drink red wine late at night—whether in moments of melancholy or joy.
That deep-seated enjoyment of tranquility, sadness, or happiness without any interruptions was such a comforting experience.
Even if one became tipsy, what did it matter?
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