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But she swore she had never thought about it in any other way. Or rather, she hadn’t dared to think about it differently. In the end, Xu Jiayi did not stay overnight at Yao Nian's house; as soon as midnight passed, she was sent home by her father’s relentless insistence.
After Yao Nian tidied up the mess on the coffee table, she lay on her bed, wide awake. She had never liked anyone before and didn’t know what it felt like to have a crush. After some contemplation, she attributed her inexplicable fondness for Shen Du to her own lack of affection. Perhaps it was also because he was inherently a gentle person, not one to boast or teach others, but someone whose kindness and refinement were deeply rooted within him, like the evening breeze that softened everything it touched.
Her phone vibrated under the pillow, causing a headache for Yao Nian. Ever since the teacher announced the date for the graduation ceremony, messages in the class group had been incessant. The girls in class were eagerly discussing their outfits and makeup for the ceremony, but Yao Nian chose not to participate. The last notification read: "Parents are required to attend."
Since deciding to get a divorce, Qiao Shuzhen had completely let herself go; today, she had just updated her social media with travel photos from Morocco's Blue City. As for Yao Zhandong, he was even less reliable; from kindergarten to high school, he had come to school fewer times than their driver.
A message from Zhou Shiyi popped up in her WeChat chat window.
"Yao Nian, I need to ask you something."
"Has your uncle gotten married yet?"
Yao Nian initially didn’t want to reply but began typing after seeing the second message.
"What’s up?"
"It’s my sister; she insisted I ask you. Don’t say it’s from her; she specifically told me not to mention it."
Women’s intuition could be frighteningly accurate.
Yao Nian replied: "I don’t know; he hasn’t mentioned anything."
Zhou Shiyi quickly responded: "Then can you ask him for me? If possible, it would be great if you could help me make a connection."
In the darkness, Yao Nian turned off her phone screen and muttered to herself, "I’m not asking."
The next day, Xu Jiayi dragged Yao Nian out early in the morning to go shopping at the mall, claiming she needed to buy a stunning dress that would outshine everyone else.
"Hey?" As she flipped through the skirts on the rack, she asked Yao Nian, who was looking down at her phone, "Why is it just me trying these on? Aren't you going to pick one? You're our class representative for graduation, and you'll have to give a speech."
Yao Nian felt a lack of enthusiasm. Before leaving, she had sent a WeChat message to Yao Zhandong, informing him about attending the graduation ceremony. She had no idea what he was busy with; it was almost noon when he finally replied. His message basically conveyed that he couldn't make it back, and he thought he was being considerate by sending her a big red envelope.
"I'm not buying it," Yao Nian said as she tossed her phone back into her bag. After all, no one was watching. At that moment, her negative emotions inexplicably peaked.
Undeniably, Yao Zhandong treated her well and provided her with excellent material conditions, but it wasn't enough to make her happy as she grew up.
The next day was the day before the graduation ceremony when she saw Shen Du again. Rarely did Yao Nian manage to get out of bed early; in fact, she woke up even before her alarm went off.
Stretching lazily by the window, she opened it for some fresh air and immediately spotted Shen Du's car parked in the yard. The man stood tall and straight, leaning slightly against the front of his car while looking at his phone. His bent arm showed subtle muscle definition without much effort.
She quickly glanced at the clock on the wall; it wasn't even time yet. How could Shen Du have arrived so early?
Yao Nian hurried into the bathroom to freshen up and quickly changed her clothes before heading downstairs.
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