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On the way to the library, Qinglan felt a bit disappointed and gloomy. When they arrived at the library entrance, many students were either sitting or lying on the lawn, soaking up the sun. Since it was still early, Qinglan and Xu Wen decided to sit on the grass for a while.
The winter sun was bright and lazy, easily creating a sense of comfort. As soon as Xu Wen and Qinglan sat down, they lost track of time. By the time they entered the Reading Room again, their usual seats had already been taken by others.
Qinglan scanned the Reading Room and noticed two empty seats in the far corner. She hurried over to sit down, placing one hand on the other seat as if afraid someone would take it. In fact, no one else was coming into the Reading Room at that moment.
At the same time, she leaned over and kept waving to Xu Wen, "Come on, over here."
Xu Wen was actually walking right behind her, just not as fast as she was hopping along like a rabbit.
When Xu Wen reached her side, one of her hands was still pressing down on the seat while the other continued to wave, her body seeming ready to bounce out of excitement.
At that moment, a boy sitting across from her frowned tightly because her movements caused his table to shake slightly, making it difficult for him to concentrate on his reading.
He looked up at her.
He knew it was her!
Who else could be his nemesis? Who else could disturb him so persistently?
His brows furrowed even tighter.
A pink figure continued to sway in front of him, her entire body bouncing with energy. Her shiny black hair fell over her shoulders, shaking with each movement.
When did she stop being cool and start being warm? Yet her hyperactive nature and low tolerance for joy had not changed at all.
When would this girl grow up a little? Why did she always seem so childlike and make so many mistakes in front of him?
His frown deepened.
The girl beside him raised her face and asked, "What's wrong? Brother Shaojie?" Her complexion was as fair as jade.
Brother Shaojie?! Those three words were too sensitive for Qinglan.
She stood completely still, staring at Xu Wen, her smile frozen on her face, her hand suspended in the air as if it had solidified. Every part of her body, every cell within her, felt as if it had crystallized.
Only her head moved slowly, turning to look at the girl who was speaking.
Aside from Qinglan calling a boy "Brother Shaojie," who else called him "Brother Shaojie"?
The girl turned her face to look at the boy beside her, so she couldn't see her features.
Qinglan's gaze followed the girl's profile to the boy's face, his eagle-like eyes watching her, watching her and Xu Wen.
"Brother Shaojie."
It had been a long time since she had called him that involuntarily.
At the same time, she couldn't help but take a step back, landing right against Xu Wen. Xu Wen supported her and greeted him, saying, "An Shaojie."
An Shaojie remained silent, showing no reaction. It was as if he didn't recognize the two people speaking to him; he wore a blank expression and coldly stared at them like one would at passersby while shopping.
The girl beside him heard Xu Wen and Qinglan talking and lifted her head. She first stared at Qinglan for a long time, her gaze briefly shifting to Xu Wen's face before returning to Qinglan.
"Don't pay attention to them; read your book!" An Shaojie's deep yet powerful voice was almost harsh.
He rarely spoke roughly to Lin Xi, but at that moment, it was only because two people he disliked were standing in front of him.
However, the girl beside him seemed not to heed his words, her eyes still fixed on Qinglan without moving.
Qinglan also stared back at her.
"Lanlan, is that you? Sister Lan?" the girl asked softly.
Qinglan nodded vigorously. "Yes." At the same time, a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Lin Xi, is that really you?" Tears shimmered in Qinglan's eyes.
"Yes," Lin Xi replied.
"Lin Sister, I've been looking for you, and it was so hard." Qinglan's voice trembled with excitement.
Lin Xi turned to glare at An Shaojie, who sat beside her, still indifferent, but she said nothing.
"I've been looking for you too," Lin Xi said.
"Qinglan, is this the Lin Xi you often mentioned to me?" Xu Wen seemed to understand what was happening.
"Yes," Qinglan nodded.
"Lin Sister, this is my good friend and classmate, Xu Wen," Qinglan introduced Xu Wen to Lin Xi.
After Xu Wen and Lin Xi exchanged nods and smiles, Xu Wen calmly said to Qinglan and Lin Xi, "Now that we've found each other, we have plenty of time to meet. This is the Reading Room; let's read for now."
The four of them then sat quietly on opposite sides, reading.
As lunchtime approached, Qinglan and Xu Wen left first.
Once Qinglan and Xu Wen were gone, Lin Xi eagerly began to tidy up her things. Unlike before, she didn't consult An Shaojie but packed her things unilaterally.
An Shaojie realized Lin Xi was upset and hurriedly tidied up his own things, standing up to follow her.
In fact, after Qinglan and Xu Wen entered and recognized Lin Xi, An Shaojie hadn't read a single page of his book.
He knew that Lin Xi was angry with him; not only did he not read, but he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Lin Xi also hadn't read a word. She was very annoyed but kept it all inside.
So when Qinglan and the others walked out of her sight, she packed her things and rushed out of the Reading Room.
"Lin Xi," An Shaojie called after her.
Lin Xi didn't want to pay attention to him, didn't want to hear his voice. She wanted to run back to her dormitory and cry. But she still stopped at the steps of the Reading Room.
She had to ask him, to get to the bottom of it.
"Why? Why is this happening?" Lin Xi trembled, her voice shaking.
An Shaojie stood above her on the steps, looking down at Lin Xi.
Although he was much taller than her and standing on the steps gave him a higher position, at that moment he felt like a curled-up soft creature, lacking any sense of grandeur. The cold and proud aura he usually exuded was completely gone, leaving only a shell standing there.
His gaze was low, his body frail.
He did not answer her. Did he even need to?
"All these years have passed, why are you still fixated on those childhood matters? Why do you still hate her so much?"
He kept his head down and remained silent.
"Is there nothing good about her in your heart?" Lin Xi continued to ask. He still said nothing. Looking at his thin frame and the unspoken sorrow in his eyes, Lin Xi's heart softened again. She knew that no matter how much she asked him, he would not say a word. She felt somewhat powerless, and her voice gradually lowered.
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