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Time has passed, and many old matters have been sealed away, with old acquaintances fading from memory. He thought he would never see her again, and perhaps by the time he did, he would have a family of his own, and she would be a wife.
Wen Yihuan believed he could remain indifferent, untroubled by the past, and when he encountered her again, he would smile and treat her as a friend.
But it turned out that he really could not do that.
In front of her, there were no principles to speak of.
Seeing her name in the group chat, sneaking into her social media to check her updates, Zhou Jiajia's recent photos in her circle.
A craving gradually eroded him, loudly reminding him that he had not truly let her go.
Those self-assured feelings of calmness and lack of turmoil were merely illusions he created for himself.
He could not let her go; seeing her brought back memories of their past together.
Was it a sense of unwillingness? Perhaps it was.
Maybe what one cannot have always stirs restlessness.
When he saw the photos she posted on social media, he felt jealousy—jealous of who could occupy her heart, who could stand by her side, who could be liked and loved by her.
Did her eyes only reflect him? Were they filled with deep affection? Had she ever shyly refused to kiss him, settling for nothing more than an embrace?
Thoughts tumbled over one another, growing more numerous, as if in a pathological manner, invisibly peering into her life.
Liu organized a reunion for their old classmates on the evening of the second day of the Lunar New Year. Almost everyone in the group eagerly signed up to attend. Yet she remained silent throughout.
It seemed she had always been this way—accustomed to being alone, disliking crowded places, let alone gatherings.
Wen Yihuan encouraged Luman to help invite her, but in the end, he only received a vague response of "I'll go if I have time."
Her lukewarm attitude only intensified his desire to conquer her, prompting Wen Yihuan to take the initiative to add her as a friend. However, she still hadn't accepted his request, leaving him anxious and unsure whether she simply hadn't seen it or was ignoring him.
He didn't reside in S City for long; after his vacation, he would return to H City. He hoped that during this time, he would have the chance to see her again, and if old feelings could be rekindled, that would be even better. It didn't matter if she had a boyfriend; as long as she wasn't married, anything was possible.
But he wondered, if she didn't come to the gathering and didn't accept his friend request, would he really never see her again? All his thoughts would dissipate.
He was unwilling to accept that outcome—absolutely unwilling.
Fortunately, fate was on his side. While out with friends for a late-night snack, he caught a glimpse of someone who looked remarkably like her.
Driven by the desire not to miss this opportunity, he chased after her and was pleasantly surprised to find that it truly was her.
She had lost some weight and grown taller, wrapped in a thick coat that made her appear somewhat bulky. Yet her complexion looked good, and her bright, clear eyes sparkled as they met his. With every smile and expression, she exuded a much gentler aura.
In the past, her gaze often carried a hint of detachment. Even when they were together, there was an underlying air of aloofness about her; she rarely spoke and only showed emotion for things she was passionate about. Most of the time, her expressions were neutral, with little fluctuation in mood—great joy or sorrow seemed far removed from her.
But now, it seemed as though she was enveloped in a gentle warmth. When she looked up or smiled, she no longer appeared as proud and distant as before; it was as if her edges had been softened and she had been reborn.
It must be said that she was now even more beautiful and her personality more captivating than before.
Once perceived as an unattainable flower on a high peak, now she appeared delicate and tender, radiating warmth that made one want to embrace and cherish her.
Wen Yihuan found himself utterly hopeless.
His throat felt inexplicably dry, burning as if it were shouting something. Wen Yihuan coughed lightly, trying to dispel the unnamed desire, and smiled, "It's been a long time. You still have the habit of wrapping yourself up like a dumpling in winter."
Shu Ran was still thinking about what Luman had said at noon. His sudden voice startled her, and she blinked in confusion before gently replying, "Yes, winter in S City is very cold."
Perhaps it was guilt; seeing him made her feel sorry for how irresponsible and thoughtless she had been in her youth. Her tone gradually carried a hint of apology, along with a warmth she didn't even notice.
She had initially intended to keep the conversation brief and cold, but that intention dissipated in the overwhelming sense of regret.
Shu Ran wanted to say sorry to him, but she didn't know where to start. Perhaps he didn't want to reminisce; perhaps he didn't want to hear her apology at all; perhaps he had long forgotten the hurt she had caused.
That sentence was hard to utter.
But not saying it left her heart uneasy.
The snow in S City fell in a lingering manner, not pausing for a moment before coming down again. Tiny crystalline flowers landed on her shoulders. Shu Ran lowered her gaze, watching the snowflakes fall freely, her eyes unfocused as she tightened her grip on her wallet.
After a long while, she finally heard her own voice, barely above a whisper: "Are you doing well?"
It was truly awkward. The two of them had broken up for such reasons, each carrying unspoken burdens that felt like fish bones stuck in their throats—impossible to swallow or spit out.
She thought it would just pass like that, but now standing here face to face, exchanging pleasantries and smiling while talking.
Did that mean they could greet each other and chat in the future as if the past had never happened?
I'm sorry, Shu Ran couldn't do that.
She didn't know if he had ever blamed her.
But looking at his clean and pure eyes, Shu Ran couldn't help but blame herself.
In fact, what was in the past should remain in the past. It wouldn't have been wrong for her to respond coldly from the very first sentence and then leave.
If Luman hadn't said those words to her.
She asked him, "Are you doing well?"
It was just for her own peace of mind.
If you are doing well, then let's leave it at that. From today onward, may we not contact each other again; it would be better for both of us.
If you are not doing well,
I'm sorry.
I only have one thing to say: I'm sorry.
Whether you see it as selfish or heartless, for Wen Yihuan, she truly did not want to have any more entanglements.
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