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"Dad asked me to bring you this jade pendant. It is a keepsake from him for you, so take good care of it. Don't cry, Hao Jing, Dad loves you."
After reading the letter, I was already in tears. The boy took out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to me. I received the pendant and held it tightly in my palm.
The boy's voice was cold and distant: "Hao Jing, your dad asked me to take care of you. Let's go, I'll take you back to Xingcheng."
That night, I couldn't sleep at all. I recalled many things from the past. I remembered that Gao Huaizhong had come looking for me. It was the second year since I had run away from home. I worked various jobs to earn money and even supported myself through school.
When Gao Huaizhong came, I was washing dishes. In the bitter cold of winter, I couldn't afford hot water and had to wash the dishes with icy cold water. My fingers were red and swollen, stinging painfully at the slightest touch.
When Gao Huaizhong saw me, he got so angry that he knocked over the dishes. He grabbed my wrist and shouted at me, "Hao Jing, what are you doing?"
I forcefully shook off his hand and glared at him with resentment. "Gao Huaizhong, are you crazy? I'm just a kid; why should I listen to your love stories?"
Gao Huaizhong's face turned pale as he pulled out a stack of money from inside his coat and placed it on my work uniform. He looked at me deeply for a moment before turning to leave.
I thought that at that time, Gao Huaizhong finally recognized his feelings. He took a brave step towards me.
However, with my slap, this step was once again buried by him. I sighed inwardly, wondering why someone as outstanding as Gao Huaizhong would humble himself for love like this. Just as I was thinking, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw that it was a call from Guo Naidong. His voice carried fatigue and concern.
"A Jing, I'm sorry. I received a call yesterday; there was a problem on the client’s side, and the company had some issues. I was busy with work and didn’t have time for you..."
"Where are you? Let me come pick you up, okay?"
I listened expressionlessly, feeling no waves in my heart; instead, I found it somewhat amusing. Did Guo Naidong think that as long as he wanted, everything could be treated as if it never happened? He probably didn't know that the client he mentioned had already been dealt with by Gao Huaizhong.
Looking at Guo Naidong's name on my phone, I felt a mix of emotions. My first meeting with Guo Naidong was not romantic; in fact, it was quite awkward. At that time, he and his friends were busy starting a business in a basement. I was delivering food when I discovered it was him, so I took the initiative to deliver the manuscript and helped them design the game cover. That’s how I joined their team.
Later on, we did better and better, gradually developing feelings for each other. However, those days of mutual support were long gone. I picked up the phone and said lightly, "Guo Naidong, someone is pressuring you, right?"
Guo Naidong paused, his tone becoming anxious. "Don't think too much; nothing is wrong. Just tell me where you are, and I'll come pick you up..."
I laughed as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Guo Naidong, I've kept all the gifts you gave me."
On the other end of the line, Guo Naidong suddenly fell silent.
I hung up the phone and threw my SIM card out of the window.
Outside, the lush sycamore trees stood tall, and with summer here, the cicadas chirped tirelessly.
I thought of the campus of Xingcheng University, which was just as beautiful.
Gao Huaizhong was there, the one who confessed to me for the first time.
He wore his graduation gown, standing under the sycamore tree, smiling calmly.
"Hao Jing, I graduated. Would you be my girlfriend?"
I stared at him in a daze, feeling a bittersweet ache in my heart.
Gao Huaizhong was too outstanding; he was like a cloud in the sky, unattainable.
And I was just an ordinary person—how could I possibly be worthy of him?
I couldn't respond to his feelings and could only evade them.
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