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In an unprecedented display of initiative, she leaned in and embraced him, burying herself in his warm embrace. All the grievances, discomfort, disappointment, and emotions she had bottled up throughout the night transformed into scorching tears that silently fell, soaking his sleeves.
She knew that standing beside him would not shield her from the rumors; curious gazes would often be directed at her.
She could not change any of this; the only choice she had was to bravely accept him or resolutely leave him behind.
She denied herself and subtly pleaded with him to let her go.
Her plea to him was also a plea to herself.
A plea to see her own heart clearly, to stop deceiving herself, and to stop running away.
It was also a quest for an answer.
And now, she already knew the answer.
With her head lowered, her tears flowed uncontrollably, cascading down.
Qin Xian slowly lowered his gaze to look at her, the anger in his eyes dissipating as he saw her pitiful appearance in that moment.
Qin Xian held her tightly and whispered an apology in her ear, his tone incredibly soft, "It's my fault; please don't be angry."
If someone were to walk by at that moment, they would surely be taken aback.
When had Qin Xian ever bowed his head to apologize like others? When had he ever been so gentle in comforting someone?
But there was no way around it; this person was none other than Shu Ran.
Shu Ran shook her head, choking back tears as she said, "Qin Xian, I'm not angry."
She lifted her head, her red-rimmed eyes proving that she had been crying. There were traces of glistening tears in her gaze, along with the haze of intoxication.
"I've said so much just to tell you that when it comes to a relationship, once it begins, I hope it is sincere from start to finish."
Qin Xian paused for a few seconds, seemingly deep in thought.
She met his gaze openly, their eyes entangled in a long silence.
Then, in the next moment, Qin Xian suddenly smiled.
It turned out she had gone around in such a big circle just to tell him.
She cared; she cared about his relationship with Jiang Yihan.
Or perhaps it could be said that she was jealous.
And what she had just said was simply to make him understand.
She had no intention of leaving.
She was just afraid, afraid that he wasn't worth her seriousness, that he wasn't worth the effort.
That's why she asked him what she meant to him.
Ultimately, she wanted him to be devoted to her.
Qin Xian's lips curled into a playful smile.
He tightly grasped her shoulders. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate into her eyes, as if trying to see her clearly, to understand her completely.
"Shu Ran."
"You won't leave me because you care about me, you like me, right?"
She hadn't answered yet, but he couldn't help but laugh.
His mood was delightfully joyful, sweet as if soaked in honey.
Shu Ran's already flushed cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.
She didn't respond.
But in the next moment, she suddenly reached out to touch his delicate face and smiled slightly. As if in a daze, she stood on her tiptoes and lightly placed a kiss on his crimson lips.
A kiss sealed their fate.
If the last decision was a reluctant act made in haste, then this time, it was her willing choice.
The warm touch landed on his lips, and the softness left him stunned for three full seconds.
As if shy, after the kiss, she gently leaned against his shoulder, burying her head in silence.
When Qin Xian finally came to his senses, he was overjoyed, with laughter dancing in his brows, eyes, and the corners of his lips. He looked like a child who had just received candy, radiating pure satisfaction.
His fingertips climbed up her back, gently and slowly caressing her.
"Shu Ran..."
He called her softly but received no response.
Qin Xian turned his head in confusion to look at the person resting on his shoulder.
Her eyes were lightly closed, and a few drops of unshed tears rested on her long eyelashes. They were crystal clear, poised to fall, evoking a sense of pity.
Her breathing was calm and steady, rhythmic and soothing.
With each breath came a hint of cherry wine and her unique fragrance. The two scents intertwined, quietly filling his nostrils with a sweet aroma.
She lured him into infatuation, enticing him into obsession.
It turned out.
She had fallen asleep.
She seemed utterly exhausted, completely worn out, as she leaned on his shoulder and drifted off.
His gaze fell downwards, noticing her delicate hand still tightly wrapped around him.
A sense of dependence.
This kind of dependence filled him with satisfaction.
What she said and did tonight made him understand.
She was afraid, afraid from the very beginning.
Upon meeting him, she had no way to retreat, no way to avoid it.
She had struggled, resisted, and ultimately realized that there was no escape.
So, she decided not to escape anymore.
She said: If I can't escape, then I won't.
These words reflect a deep sense of helplessness and immense courage required to voice and act upon them.
Step by step, she forced herself to accept him.
Even though she knew the path toward him was fraught with thorns, she chose to persist through gritted teeth.
She had questioned whether he was worth such heartfelt devotion.
Yet, fortunately, she held a sense of tolerance for him.
She believed in him, which is why she was willing to share her thoughts with him instead of silently digesting and hiding them away.
Now, having realized her feelings for him, she told him.
No matter how much inner struggle she faced, in this regard, she ultimately refused to deceive herself or him.
What grace and fortune it was for him to meet her.
She was his salvation, a beacon of hope in the darkness, and an obsession that persisted day and night.
His love was a raging fire; once it sparked for her, it was destined to consume everything about her.
It demanded that she embrace him within that blaze.
Selfish.
How selfish.
Someone once said that everyone's life is like a street, and the scenery along the street is predetermined.
How much scenery you can see depends entirely on your perspective.
People will always move forward and never backward.
Meeting is just meeting, and missing is just missing.
Fortunately, many years ago, he caught a glimpse of her.
Thankfully, he did not miss it.
If he had missed it, he probably wouldn't have been able to endure so many days and nights; he might have already stripped away all the softness within him.
There probably wouldn't be today's Qin Xian.
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