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An Shaojie waited and waited until the winter break ended, but he did not receive any messages or calls from her.
His heart withered from waiting, grew restless, became disappointed, lost hope, and returned to its original cold state, reverting to his former indifference.
Little did he know that at the moment he missed her the most, she was also missing him, longing for him, and even resenting him, which led her to fall seriously ill.
As the night deepened, the darkness around him thickened.
Outside the window, the moonlight was like a thin mist, and a gentle breeze stirred the light white curtains, creating an illusion in An Shaojie's heart that danced along with the white fabric in front of the window.
Such a night was beautiful, quiet, and memorable.
Yet, An Shaojie stood up from the bed.
Qinglan, who had changed positions, was sleeping soundly with even breaths filling the air.
He closed his eyes for a moment and began to slowly tidy up the few belongings he had left in the room.
He moved very slowly.
After a long time, it seemed as if he had made a very important and resolute decision in his life; his expression suddenly shifted from sadness to solemnity and determination.
He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. After a long wait, someone finally answered. He gently said into the phone, "Come pick me up."
After hanging up, his movements became swift as he quickly finished packing his things.
Just before leaving the room, he glanced at her sleeping form on the bed. Remembering something, he set down what he was holding and pulled out a card from his suit pocket. He placed it beside her pillow but stood there for a moment before putting it back into his pocket.
He closed the door.
He exited the main entrance.
He went downstairs.
Su Hailu's car was already waiting for him downstairs.
He got in the car.
Without a word, without any hesitation or pause, as soon as the car door closed, Su Hailu stepped on the gas, and the black Mercedes drove out of the community gate, disappearing into the vast darkness.
Once on the road, An Shaojie leaned his head against the back of the seat, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.
Su Hailu was very well-behaved and perceptive. From the moment An Shaojie called her until he got in the car, she never asked him a single question. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, calm and composed as she drove quietly.
The car moved steadily along the road.
However, An Shaojie's heart was turbulent.
Tonight, he made the most significant decision of his life. Even though he was usually composed, he knew that tonight would be filled with turmoil. Many complex emotions were tangled in his heart. He painfully closed his eyes, feeling a deep ache in his heart. For the first time in his life, he experienced heartache that constricted like a tightening coil at an exponential rate, causing sharp pain.
He vowed that in his lifetime, he would only allow himself to feel this heartache once. So he straightened his back and let the pain spread through him like a wild winter fire consuming dry grass, licking at every part of him.
In life, one must do something decisively. He admitted to being a selfish person; throughout his life, he had only studied diligently for his own sake and had never done anything wholeheartedly for anyone else. So this time, let him experience this pain for someone other than himself—for her—just this once. Even though he was stingy by nature, he would not hold back this time. Therefore, he did not blink or frown or bend down; he allowed his heart to feel this pain thoroughly and brutally just once.
It's truly laughable.
An Shaojie's lips curled into a cold smile.
Just before he arrived at the rental apartment, Su Hailu had once again sought him out, almost pleadingly confessing her feelings. She hoped he would go abroad with her, promising him superior conditions and an environment that would allow him to live a life unlike any he had known before.
But he decisively rejected her.
He had only dated her because he was feeling down during that time, seeking companionship and someone to confide in as friends. Participating in training and exams with her was merely a way to distract himself from certain things, to alleviate his inner turmoil and frustration, allowing himself to settle down and learn something new; there was nothing more to it.
As for the time he mentioned wanting to go abroad, that was just a vague thought of his. Even if he had genuinely considered it, he wouldn't exchange love for it. He was certain that at many times, he could be a heartless person, but he also firmly believed that love was the most important thing in his life. Aside from his Mother and Sister, it was the only sincere thing he wanted to obtain from that relationship; it was what he most wanted to hold onto.
Therefore, at any moment, he would never wager love or make it a transaction.
So even if he desperately longed to go abroad and needed to abandon love for it, he would choose to completely let go of love and never speak of it again, leaving alone in solitude.
How could he exchange something as precious as love for his future? Even though the future was important, love was something he had waited for throughout his childhood and youth; it was more important than his life itself and could not be easily given away.
He was so selfish and cold-hearted; how could he easily relinquish something more important than his own life?
Yet, leaning back against the seat of the car with his eyes closed, hands resting on his knees, eyelids slightly lowered, brows furrowed deeply, and lips tightly pressed together with a sharp line.
Outside the car window, lights flickered by like flowing reflections, shadows of trees danced gracefully, and streetlights glimmered like illusions.
Just before arriving at the rental apartment, he had resolutely rejected Su Hailu's final effort and plea.
After the rejection, his heart felt suddenly clear, more transparent than ever before, as if a splendid view awaited him ahead.
He rushed toward their rented apartment, almost running in a frenzy at the latest decision he had made.
As he climbed the stairs, he thought that regardless of whether she was there or not, he had come today and would not leave again. If she wasn't there, he would stay and wait for her, just as she had once waited for him with her childhood and youth, devoutly.
Standing at the door, he took a deep breath to steady his unevenly beating heart.
There seemed to be faint sounds coming from inside the apartment.
He felt a bit nervous; she was there.
Gently turning the doorknob, he unlocked the door and carefully stepped inside.
The living room was brightly lit.
The room was dark, but there were shadows and faint indistinct sounds.
He walked to the doorway, standing at the edge of the light.
The bright light from the living room cast into the room like pure moonlight filtering through a sheer curtain, scattering softly on the floor—somewhat pale and somewhat unclear. His eagle-like eyes fixed on her in the darkness; his previously gentle and joyful gaze turned particularly furious. A fire seemed to burn in his chest, flames already creeping up his throat. Her long hair was disheveled over her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, and her lips curled into a smile that was neither fully smiling nor frowning. Her seductive eyes were weak, her gaze scattered and hazy, her head resting on a boy's shoulder as she murmured, "I feel so uncomfortable. Water. I want to drink water."
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