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If in the past someone bumped into Jiang Liuying, she would definitely stop in her tracks and fix her sharp gaze on that person until they felt embarrassed and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"
Even after the person had walked away, she would continue to watch their retreating figure until it disappeared from sight.
This was because she loved studying people. She often strolled through the streets without buying anything, simply to observe the passersby—some were sad, some serious, some happy, some playful, some rowdy, some fashionable, and some ethereal. Through their clothing and expressions, she would speculate about their backgrounds, social status, and personalities, even guessing at their character and moral values.
The same behavior occurred in her dormitory. Before dinner time, the Girls' Dormitory would be bustling with people. She would leave her small space where she usually sat in front of her computer, holding a cup of water, standing on the balcony to watch the people below.
If someone happened to be standing next to her at that moment, she would point to a couple below and say to them, "In that couple, the guy definitely loves the girl more."
"Why?"
"Because the girl's expression is more indifferent, and her clothing and hairstyle look casual and ordinary. Yet within that casualness lies a refined and outstanding quality. Her demeanor is very composed; girls like this often come from well-educated families, have seen the world, do not conform easily, and have their own opinions. Such girls are often referred to as 'second-glance girls,' meaning they are future quality women who do not easily invest their emotions or fall in love. Therefore, that guy should love this girl more," Jiang Liuying said casually while sipping her water.
Onlookers often stared at her in disbelief yet also with a sense of belief in her words.
"For example, this couple," she continued, pointing to another pair. "In this couple, the girl definitely loves the guy more."
"Why?" The other person's expression showed curiosity.
"Because when the girl appears before the guy, she seems excited; it’s clear she has been waiting for him for a long time and is eager to see him. Girls who exhibit such behavior are often willful and playful; of course, they express their feelings more richly than others and are more sensitive about emotions. In relationships, they tend to invest more emotionally," Jiang Liuying stated seriously, like an expert discussing significant discoveries or challenges in their field—professional and undeniable.
Moreover, while observing the comings and goings of people below and the couples waiting around, she could analyze which couples were unlikely to have stable relationships and were prone to breakups. Even if they didn’t break up, they might face third-party issues after marriage. She could also identify which couples would smoothly transition into marriage without any drama.
Her insights into human behavior were always spot-on; even those who didn’t believe her could only nod in agreement. Even if they didn’t nod along, they secretly admired her keen eye or perhaps respected her analytical skills and observational abilities.
At that moment, Jiang Liuying had no time to pay attention to the person passing by, nor did she have the energy to think about them, as she was both hungry and cold.
After steadying her phone by her ear, she was about to brush past that person.
"I'm sorry," a deep male voice said, turning his neck to awkwardly wave at her.
Jiang Liuying was on the phone with Mosen, who was asking where she was and what she was doing. She didn't want to tell him that she had already found a place and would be paying rent tomorrow. However, she also didn't want to lie to him by saying she had returned to her dormitory, so she was racking her brain to figure out why she was still outside.
Therefore, she had no intention of turning back to the deep voice and saying, "It's okay."
But the voice sounded too familiar. Although Jiang Liuying's mind wasn't on it, after walking a few steps, she recalled that familiar voice.
"An Shaojie? Class Leader? No way," she asked herself three times.
Even though her thoughts were elsewhere, she couldn't help but turn around to see the person. She was sure that there were rarely two people with such similar voices.
However, by the time she turned around, the person had already disappeared around the corner.
Not willing to give up, she hurried after them for a few steps but only saw a girl’s back disappearing around another corner.
"That girl's back looks familiar too, but it can't be Qinglan; she's not that tall and doesn't have that kind of style. Besides, Qinglan has already gone home; I personally saw her off at the train station." Jiang Liuying squinted in confusion, trying hard to figure out whose back it was.
"Isn't Qinglan missing? I haven't seen him in a long time. How could he appear here? And with another girl? That girl's back is very familiar; she's definitely someone we've interacted with." Jiang Liuying lost interest in sweet talk with Mosen on the phone; she hung up and decided to talk to him later after returning to her dormitory.
After hanging up on Mosen, a series of questions raced through her mind.
But because she was thinking about her situation with Mosen, this matter only lingered in her mind for a short while before she forgot about it.
The next day, after Jiang Liuying paid the rent deposit, she went home. Mosen had to stay at school for a ten-day sketching internship, so she didn’t wait for Mosen and didn’t tell her that she had already found a rental place.
On the day Qinglan and Lin Xi arrived at the Provincial Capital, fine snowflakes were falling from the sky.
Lu Chenyu stood at the exit of the station, wearing a black trench coat and holding a black umbrella, while also carrying a light beige umbrella with small flowers, waiting for Lin Xi.
He had lost a lot of weight; his once robust figure now resembled a flat board, making his face appear even paler.
When he saw Lin Xi coming out of the station, a smile immediately lit up his face. He took big strides toward her and was about to embrace Lin Xi when he noticed Qinglan behind her.
He smiled apologetically and released his arms that were reaching for Lin Xi.
His smile remained bright, but the exuberance and warmth that used to radiate from the corners of his mouth, eyes, and brows were noticeably diminished.
“Lin Xi,” he called out to her, taking hold of the bag in her hand. He opened the flower umbrella and handed it to Lin Xi, then reached for the bag in Qinglan's hand and gave her a calm smile. “Thank you for your hard work.”
His words and demeanor were much more composed than before, completely inconsistent with the maturity and steadiness expected at his age, and even more so with his previous sunny personality.
Lin Xi and Qinglan shared an umbrella as snowflakes danced outside. Lin Xi wore a bright red wool coat while Qinglan had a large red scarf wrapped around her neck. Under the dark sky and amidst the bustling noise of the station, they stood out remarkably. “You have to stay at my house for a few days this time,” Lin Xi said as she linked her arm with Qinglan’s, feeling somewhat emotional. “After staying in Beijing for more than two years, this is actually our first time going home together.”
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