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Whether in life or work, she and Shen Du seemed like two parallel lines, unable to find any point of intersection.
Yao Nian was lost in thought during dinner, hardly speaking a word until it was over.
Back at the villa, she supported the heavily intoxicated Yao Zhandong as they made their way up the stairs, unable to help but complain, "Can you drink a little less in the future?"
He mumbled something indistinctly in response, but Yao Nian couldn't make it out.
It took her considerable effort to get Yao Zhandong onto the bed. After that, she went to the bathroom, wrung out a towel, and helped wipe his face. Once she adjusted the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, she gently closed the door behind her.
Returning to her own room, she could hear the intermittent chirping of cicadas outside. The dim streetlight filtered through the sycamore trees and spilled into the room.
After spending so many days in the hospital, coming home felt disorienting for Yao Nian; she suddenly didn't know what to do with herself.
She lay back on her bed with her arms spread wide, staring blankly at the ceiling with anxious eyes. Memories of the day she first met Shen Du flooded her mind, each moment replaying like scenes from an old movie.
Though they had known each other for a short time, he had filled her entire summer with joy.
She liked him.
She liked him so much that she wanted to become a gentle person like him.
She couldn't remember where she had read a line that stuck with her: The most vibrant moments often occur in one's teenage years, yet the sudden heartbeats and passions that arise are often silently crushed under countless waits for "later."
"Wait for later," Yao Nian murmured to herself.
Suddenly, she sat up straight with a jolt.
She didn't want to wait for later.
If there were no intersection points, then she could create them herself.
There was still an hour left before the mall closed.
Yao Nian sprinted toward the entrance of her neighborhood at breakneck speed and managed to catch a taxi just as it arrived.
She flung open the door and jumped into the back seat, panting as she said, "Driver, please hurry! I'm in a rush."
"Got it!" The driver responded enthusiastically as he pressed down hard on the accelerator.
When it came to social interactions, Yao Nian felt she had not inherited Yao Zhandong's ease and grace at all; however, when it came to gifts for Shen Du, ideas sprang to mind without any need for thought.
In the Montblanc boutique, a young woman was wiping the glass display case in front of her, preparing to close for the day. Suddenly, a girl rushed in, panting heavily.
“Wait, don’t close the door yet,” she said, leaning against the display case, struggling to catch her breath.
Noticing the sweat glistening on both sides of the girl's forehead, the saleswoman quickly grabbed a pack of tissues from the counter and handed it to her. “Take your time, no rush.”
The girl accepted the tissues with a grateful nod and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I want to buy a fountain pen.”
Under the bright lights of the counter, a platinum-inlaid fountain pen sparkled with tiny flecks of light. An image of Shen Du's exceptionally beautiful hands holding that pen and writing on paper inexplicably floated into her mind.
Yes, it truly suited his temperament.
When she finally emerged from the mall, she held a delicate rectangular gift box made of dark velvet in her hands. The saleswoman, having learned that she was buying it as a gift, kindly informed her that they could engrave a message on the pen, making it a unique present.
However, since giving Shen Du a fountain pen was a spur-of-the-moment decision, when she heard that engraving would take fifteen business days, she could only regretfully abandon the idea.
On her way back, she carefully tucked the gift box close to her chest. As a lawyer, he should appreciate this gift, right?
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