The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, with only the rumbling of the pile driver coming from afar.

I was stunned, my brain seemed to have stopped working, and I couldn't understand the meaning of his words for a moment, but I vaguely understood something in my heart.

But how could that be?

I stared intently at the refined and elegant man before me, radiating a gentle warmth. His dark eyes were fixed on me, seemingly overflowing with deep affection.

My breath caught in my throat.

There are countless "impossibilities" in my mind.

At this moment, he parted his thin lips slightly and said gently, "When we were young, I always thought you were afraid of me. Every time I came to the house to see Luo Luo, you would immediately hide far away when you saw me."

"But you can joke around with other boys, which makes me quite depressed. I thought you still remembered the grudge from when we were four or five years old and hated me."

I have no recollection of what happened when I was four or five years old.

I unconsciously shook my head slightly.

“It wasn’t until you celebrated your birthday in northern Myanmar last time and spoke your true feelings that I realized why you had avoided me before.” His gentle voice carried a hint of regret.

"I thought you were afraid of me and didn't like me. I never expected that you were just shyly in love with me..." A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"And... I feel ashamed of myself." Without thinking, I chimed in, giving him a knowing smile. "You're so outstanding and perfect. Back then, I was just a little delinquent, only daring to admire you from afar."

I never imagined that when I had a crush on him in my youth, he also had feelings for me.

At that time, I thought he disliked girls like me who didn't do well in school and were often late.

He laughed too, "While you were admiring me from afar, my eyes were also searching for your flamboyant and passionate figure."

“I know you often skip school by climbing over the wall, so I deliberately waited for you.” As he spoke, he pulled me to an office window. Through the hazy glass, the furnishings inside seemed both familiar and distant.

"That night, when you were sitting there writing your self-criticism, I was pretending to read a book across from you, and I was amused by the way you were racking your brains from time to time."

"Later, you fell asleep, and I covered you with my coat and watched over you until dawn."

Listening to his words, I tried to recall them carefully, but I couldn't remember many of the details. It felt like I was listening to someone else's story.

The beauty of unrequited love is mixed with the regret of missed opportunities.

“Brother Sinan, it’s all in the past…” I looked at his blurry reflection in the glass and smiled calmly.

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him.

“Qiaoqiao, there is no past. Over the years, your image has always lingered in my heart.” His gaze was fixed on me, his magnetic voice filled with emotion.

"Originally, after seeing that you got married, I convinced myself to move on, until you suddenly called me and asked me to be a producer for Makino... I realized that there was no past, and my feelings for you had always been suppressed in my heart."

“After returning to China, I have been suppressing my feelings for you. Seeing you suffer and get hurt breaks my heart. I want to help you and protect you. Now, I want to take you away from this place of trouble. I will let you be carefree and happy like before.”

"Okay?"

Song Sinan looked at me with loving eyes and a sincere tone.

I heard from Luo Luo that the Song family's overseas company had run into some problems and Song Sinan had to go and deal with them, so he wouldn't be back for a while.

He was expressing his feelings to me before leaving, and wanted to take me with him.

I took a step back, gently freed his hands, tilted my head back, and looked at him with a smile.

Today, he was wearing a gray sweater over a white shirt, buttoned up tightly, and a thick coat on top. He stood tall and exuded a gentle and harmless aura.

Gentlemanly and refined, like a god.

How could he like someone as useless as me?

He is a perfectionist, and to him, I am clearly a bug in the system.

However, what he liked was that once vibrant and carefree young girl who relied on her status as a princess of the Beijing elite circle. Now, I am just an ordinary woman who is insecure and gloomy.

Besides, I had long since lost that girlish infatuation and longing for him.

I used to consider him a friend, a male god I admired, but now, I can't even be friends with him anymore.

so……

"Song Sinan, thank you, I'm sorry!"

A thousand words can be summed up in six characters.

I gave him a knowing smile, decisively refused, and then turned and left.

Last time in northern Myanmar, I made it clear to him that I had stopped liking him a long time ago, so there's no need to say anything more now.

"Qiao Qiao—"

I took two steps, and Song Sinan seemed to come back to his senses. His voice was filled with disappointment. He reached out to grab me, but his fingertips only brushed against my sleeve.

I didn't turn around.

“Song Sinan, you deserve someone better.” He said loudly, then turned and walked down the stairs.

Looking at the peeling paint on the stair railing, I seem to see my younger self, wearing a plaid pleated skirt, a white shirt, and a high ponytail, sliding down the stairs like a slide.

It attracted a lot of boys who whistled at me.

Then, I ran to Ji Yan's side, put my arm around his shoulder, and we went to the cafeteria together.

As I descended the stairs, a gust of cold wind swept over me, carrying the familiar smell of smoke. I instinctively shrank my neck.

Suddenly, my arm was grabbed by a strong force, and I was pulled to the outer wall of the classroom.

Just as I was about to exclaim in surprise, I saw the other person's face clearly.

Under the setting sun, Fu Yanshen leaned against the white wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His exquisite features were as white as frost and snow, his expression indifferent, and his cold gaze swept over me.

Seeing the man who had turned the Sheng family upside down and caused them no peace, my instinct was to shake him off.

"Why did you reject him?" he asked abruptly, his dark eyes fixed on me.

I was taken aback for a moment, then instantly curled my lips in a mocking smile, "What's it to you?"

He was eavesdropping on my conversation with Song Sinan the whole time.

No wonder I kept smelling that familiar cigarette scent.

I struggled to free my arms, but he held on even tighter, not allowing me to break free.

The man narrowed his eyes, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Didn't you jump off the building to frame me, and were you going to divorce your wife and be with him? Why did you reject him?"

He asked again, his tone icy.

I was stunned again.

He actually thought I divorced him so I could be with Song Sinan. I told him back in northern Myanmar that I had long since lost feelings for Song Sinan.

That lunatic wouldn't believe it.

But why is he asking about my relationship problems now?

He's already taken the initiative to divorce me and is with his sweetheart, so why is he still bothering with my business?

I looked him straight in the eye and carefully examined him.

He was staring at me absentmindedly, lost in thought, unaware that the cigarette between his fingers was almost burning his fingers.

The man's melancholy, deep black eyes shimmered with tiny starlight, faintly revealing... anticipation.

expect?

What is he expecting?

I chuckled to myself and curled my lips into a slight smile.