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When Qinglan first entered university, she struggled to adapt to the affectionate displays around campus. Every time she saw couples being intimate, she would deliberately avert her gaze, feeling as if she were standing naked in front of everyone. She had always believed that love was a world for two, not meant for a third party to witness.
However, now seeing a couple in front of her being sweetly affectionate, she surprisingly felt envious, a wave of desire rising within her.
And then, thinking of Xu Wen, a sweet smile unexpectedly appeared on her lips.
“Qinglan!”
As soon as the voice fell, Xu Wen was already standing in front of Qinglan, his jacket open, slightly out of breath. His wavy hair was tousled by the wind, falling messily over his forehead, and his usually fair face was flushed from the breeze.
“Quickly zip up your jacket!” Qinglan gently scolded.
“Can you help me zip it up?” He looked at Qinglan, raising his eyebrows with a playful smile.
“Ugh! No way, you have hands.” Lowering her head to the side, Qinglan raised her hand to smooth her hair, trying to hide her inner fluster.
Xu Wen lowered his head to zip up his jacket.
Qinglan turned to look at him. What a handsome and well-behaved guy! With a good family background and upbringing, how many girls in the class—oh! No, it’s almost all the girls in the entire college—had their eyes on him.
At the beginning of the semester, his tall figure and clean-cut charm had already caught the attention and gossip of many girls due to various personal details about him.
Qinglan had never joined in their discussions because she had never thought he would have anything to do with her or that they would intersect in any way. Although he often sought her out for work-related matters at the start of the semester and they frequently interacted, she would always discuss work and then turn to leave because he rarely spoke more than necessary. It even felt awkward to linger in front of him after finishing work-related conversations.
How could someone who often left her feeling at a loss ever have any connection with her? Moreover, everything others said about him felt too distant for Qinglan.
She came from a mountainous area and had just arrived in a bustling city for the first time. It was her first time seeing such a dazzling world, experiencing an exciting life, and encountering such a magnificent guy. Truly, it was all new to her, and everything about him seemed splendid.
She was used to looking at boys like An Shaojie—cold, not particularly handsome, yet incredibly arrogant—because she could understand that beneath his icy exterior lay a strong sense of pride, and behind his haughty gaze was extreme insecurity.
She understood him too well! Because of this understanding, she felt compassion!
"Alright, let's go. We're going to eat," Xu Wenqing's clear voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Mm." Qinglan followed him closely.
People passing by couldn't help but cast surprised glances at them.
Yes! Surprised glances.
Among the girls' surprised looks were also dissatisfaction, envy, and jealousy.
How could such a handsome boy be standing next to a Cinderella?
Among the boys' surprised looks, it started with envy and jealousy, followed by smugness.
Indeed, no matter how handsome you are, the girl beside you is still not as good as mine! The envious gazes quickly transformed into disdainful smiles.
Indeed, wearing a gray pullover blended sweater, a black cotton coat, faded jeans, flat wide-toed black ankle boots, and a ponytail casually tied back with a black ribbon, she had no bright colors on her. Even at over one hundred sixty centimeters tall, she barely reached his shoulder.
The only thing that could compete with this well-dressed, elegantly attired handsome guy was her fair and supple skin that seemed delicate enough to break with a touch and her exquisite features.
Her pure face and simple attire resembled a beautiful Magnolia in the cold wind.
White Magnolia is elegant, but in the eyes of many, it lacks the eye-catching brilliance and luxury compared to peonies. To others, a girl worthy of Xu Wen should be a stunning peony, not a White Magnolia by the roadside.
"Boss, how much for a photocopy of my ID? What's the price per copy?"
On a weekend in December, after having lunch, An Shaojie held a book in his hand, preparing to go to the library for self-study. He took a detour into a nearby Copy Shop.
Although winter had fully set in, the winter day was still pleasant as he bent down to enter the shop, sunlight spilling onto his back.
The school required every student to obtain a Savings Card from the bank. Starting next semester, tuition fees would only be accepted via bank cards, with no cash payments allowed, hence the need for a photocopy of the ID.
He planned to study for a while before heading to the bank near the school to apply for his Savings Card.
"Double-sided copy, sixty cents," replied a girl sitting at the computer typing without looking up.
"Please help me make a copy," An Shaojie said as he took out his ID from his jacket pocket. The girl stood up, took the ID, and said, "Just a moment," before walking over to make the copy. An Shaojie glanced around the Copy Shop, then leaned over to look at the girl's computer screen, which displayed a Word Document in layout mode.
Well, nothing interesting. His gaze returned to the girl making copies. She was talking to another girl who was also typing in the shop.
Next to the photocopier was a pink Trash Bin, and An Shaojie's eyes suddenly caught sight of it.
The Trash Bin was already full of waste paper, and a piece of scrap paper was teetering on the edge, about to fall to the ground.
It seemed like a discarded photocopy of an ID; An Shaojie leaned slightly to see the information on the scrap paper.
Lin Xi, female, 1981.
"No, Lin Xi! Such a familiar name!"
An Shaojie picked up the crumpled photocopy of the damaged ID from the Trash Bin and slowly unfolded it.
The girl on the ID had long hair cascading down her shoulders, calm and composed. Born on October 10, 1981.
It’s her, it must be her! An Shaojie thought to himself, his hand trembling slightly as he held the scrap of paper, excitement coursing through him, heart racing, feeling flustered.
"Here." The girl who had made the photocopy handed An Shaojie both the original ID and the copy.
After stuffing the scrap paper into his pocket and paying, An Shaojie hurriedly walked out of the Copy Shop.
Once outside, An Shaojie suddenly found himself at a loss for where to go, standing dazed at the entrance.
He pulled out the scrap paper again and stared at it for a long time.
He remembered the fleeting figure he had seen on the day of school registration!
Yes! It must be her; the birth date matches!
He took out his own ID photocopy and placed both IDs side by side in front of him. Although the address on her ID was different from his, he was certain that beneath that address lay another one that no one else could see but him. That address was exactly the same as the one on his ID; it was where she was born, a place holding her eternal memories! He reached out, his fingertip slowly moving over her address as if trying to uncover what lay hidden beneath it.
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