“Ying Qian, do you believe…” He paused for a moment.

Because he was backlit, his expression was hidden in the shadows, and only his low, husky voice resonated with all of Ying Qian's senses.

"Do you believe in fate?" He pinned Ying Qian against the wall, his tone serious.

"letter."

She has always believed.

"Sometimes falling in love with someone seems to happen in just a moment."

"Um."

Ying Qian blinked without blinking.

My brain raced, trying to figure out what his purpose was in saying those words.

Chen Wenzhi saw something in her eyes and said softly, "Because I love you, every word I say to you is because I love you."

"..."

Ying Qian tiptoed slightly.

With a "pop" sound.

Chen Wenzhi's pupils suddenly dilated.

Seeing that he was reacting, Ying Qian pursed her lips, blushed, and escaped from under his armpit, running up the stairs to the second floor.

Leaning against the door, she could clearly hear her own heart pounding.

She opened the door with her key.

The door creaked open without warning.

"You're back?" the man asked with a smile.

Ying Qian was slightly taken aback, as if she had been doused with cold water. "Yes, I'm back."

Meng Beiyan had obviously just returned as well, still wearing his dark trench coat. He stared at Ying Qian's flushed cheeks for a while, then sighed silently before turning his back to his study to work.

Ying Qian noticed that the vase on the dining table had been filled with new flowers—yellow roses.

She went up and sniffed it; the fragrance wasn't strong. She lazily leaned against the doorframe of the study, peeking half her head out: "Brother, did you buy those flowers?"

"no."

The study was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, but now the only sound is the clatter of keyboards.

The air went still for a moment.

After a long pause, Ying Qian slowly asked again, "Where did you get it from?"

“It’s at your doorstep.” The man stood up slowly and handed Ying Qian a letter. He was always gentle. “I haven’t opened it. It was probably sent by one of your friends.”

"Thank you." Ying Qian took the envelope.

The envelope was incredibly familiar, with the texture of kraft paper and that heart shape that wasn't perfectly round.

She immediately thought of a name, and a hint of joy appeared on her face.

Meng's reaction caused Bei Yan's eyes to darken slightly.

Ying Qian made no attempt to hide Meng Beiyan standing in front of her as she opened the envelope. The letter, an A4 size, contained only two lines of text.

"Dear Ying Qian, see you in spring"

"We, friends forever"

"Heh." Ying Qian laughed unconsciously, finding it boring.

Meng Beiyan's face was gloomy, but Ying Qian didn't notice the change in his expression and said casually, "How boring. You have the guts to write letters, but not the guts to attend the party..."

"Go read a book, then wash up and go to bed. It's getting late." Meng Beiyan tried to interrupt him.

Ying Qian nodded and turned to go to the bedroom to get her pajamas.

Meng Beiyan closed the study door. The envelope was torn to shreds and scattered in the air, then fell back down like snowflakes. He smiled and slowly bent down to pick up the pieces one by one.

Was the yellow rose he gave really a tribute to friendship?

Or is it a breakup and an apology?

Around ten o'clock, after finishing his work, Meng Beiyan pulled Ying Qian into his study and asked, "Who knows you like roses?"

Ying Qian's face was full of speechlessness: "He knows, but this idiot remembered wrong. I don't like yellow roses, I like red roses! He can't even choose the wrong rose."

Knowing that she wasn't interested in the meanings of these flowers, Meng Beiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

For no apparent reason, Ying Qian's love life had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"Are you staying here with me tonight?" Ying Qian asked innocently. "Will you sleep in the guest room or my bedroom?"

"Guest rooms."

Meng Beiyan's eyes sparkled as he calmly surveyed Ying Qian's entire body, then sighed, "You've lost weight recently. Is it because you haven't been eating well while studying? You're always like this."

Ying Qian has had this bad habit since elementary school.

Having a habit of cramming at the last minute is not a good thing. Although cramming at the last minute is indeed useful most of the time, it can easily ruin one's health, especially for someone as impulsive as Ying Qian.

"Okay, okay, I'll make up for it during winter break, right?" she grinned innocently.

She always managed to capture Meng Beiyan's heart with her innocent charm.

"I can't do anything with you." The man sighed, rubbing his forehead.

The thick trench coat he wore outdoors now hung pitifully on the chair. The man, dressed only in a white turtleneck sweater, looked even more refined and noble. Beneath his deep smile lay a calm affection, like still water, undisturbed by any ripples.

"You need to go back to school tomorrow morning to get your grades, right?" Meng Beiyan asked.

Ying Qian: "Mm."

Meng Beiyan: "I'll take you."

She hesitated for a few seconds before nodding.

"What? Do you want to be with Chen Wenzhi?" he suddenly asked.

"No……"

"I didn't mean to interfere with your relationship." Meng Beiyan squeezed Ying Qian's shoulder with a forced smile. "I don't object to you being together, but there are things you should do at your age. I hope you understand that."

The phone screen on the table lit up.

Ying Qian glanced at it.

Li Qinqin.

Who is it? Meng Beiyan's hired girlfriend?

Her gaze didn't linger for long, but Meng Beiyan handed her the phone directly, his eyes softening: "Look if you want, there's no password, and nothing to hide."

Her hands trembled, and she stared into the man's eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

A brother will always be a brother...

She reminded herself of this constantly.

As our eyes met, my phone vibrated in my palm.

The screen lit up again.

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