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A fleeting glance revealed a tall figure stepping out of the office building.
She felt a jolt, her heart skipping a beat.
It had been over a month since she last saw Shen Du, and he looked just as he did the first time they met—dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, exuding an undeniable charm. As he walked by, everyone else around him seemed to fade into mere shadows.
The only difference was that he now wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, subtly drawing attention and making it hard to look away.
Yao Nian took a deep breath and stepped forward two paces. Just as she raised her hand to greet him, the passenger door of a car at the entrance swung open, and a woman wearing tinted sunglasses emerged.
She was dressed in a khaki silk blouse paired with a matching skirt, her wrist adorned with a golden-brown handbag. With long legs and a slender waist, every movement she made radiated an alluring grace.
Yao Nian recognized the expensive handbag; Qiao Shuzhen owned one too, though she rarely used it, letting it gather dust in her closet.
The woman tossed her long, wavy hair back and smiled at Shen Du, who stood nearby.
Yao Nian’s hand froze mid-air, her heart sinking as she watched the two embrace. The woman’s hands rested on his shoulders while Shen Du leaned in to receive a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Her mind buzzed with confusion as she hurriedly looked away, instinctively stepping back into the shadow of the camphor tree.
In her haste, Yao Nian stumbled over an uneven step and fell hard onto the ground.
Sitting there in disarray, all the courage she had mustered evaporated in an instant; she couldn’t even summon the bravery to glance back at them again.
He had said he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Her phone on the table vibrated incessantly; it was Lin Mo calling for the fourth time.
Yao Nian didn’t head to school but instead limped toward the nearby Puli Hotel, dragging her swollen foot as she booked a room for some solitude and time to gather her thoughts.
“Hello?” She finally answered the call.
“Finally! I thought you wouldn’t pick up,” Lin Mo exclaimed. “Yi Ran and I are planning to go for barbecue; do you want to join us?”
There was a pause before Lin Mo continued, “What happened to your voice?”
“It’s nothing,” Yao Nian replied hoarsely. “I won’t be coming tonight; could you please let the dorm supervisor know I need to take a leave?”
Lin Mo sensed something was off but didn’t press further. After confirming that Yao Nian had somewhere safe to stay, she reminded her that military training was starting soon and urged her not to be late.
The call ended, and the screen displayed a photo from the graduation ceremony.
Yao Nian sat by the window, reflecting on how she had been searching for the right opportunity for some time. Finally, she had mustered enough courage to create a perfectly reasonable chance to slowly approach him. However, she realized that there was no longer a place for her beside Shen Du.
Perhaps there was never a place for her at all.
Though she couldn't clearly see her position, the woman's brilliance was undeniable, outshining even the brightest sun. Yao Nian felt no jealousy, only regret.
Regret that she couldn't grow up a little more, regret that she couldn't tell him face-to-face that she truly liked him.
With half a month until the Mid-Autumn Festival, tonight's moon appeared rounder and brighter than last night's. A wisp of white cloud curled around it, casting a hazy glow over the summer night, gently touching the lights of countless homes.
Yao Nian looked up; the moon in the sky gradually became blurred as two tear-sized droplets overflowed from her eyes.
How could I dare to love the moon? Even if it once illuminated me for a moment, it hangs high above, not just my light alone.
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