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Cai Wenchuan didn't believe Ye Wenyu's reasons at all, or even if he did, he thought it was only natural. He should consider her psychological burden. Having dinner with him had brought her so much pressure and made her unhappy, so he probably agreed not to have dinner with her.

Cai Wenchuan whispered to Wenyu, "Goodbye."

He pondered that there were many ways to take care of Xiaoyu, and perhaps he had chosen the most unwise one. He was incredibly stupid, and Cai Wenchuan fell into deep self-reproach.

Ye Wenyu nodded, and Cai Wenchuan lowered his head and walked away slowly.

Wen Yu looked up at his back, and for some reason, she felt that his steps were heavy, as if his legs were filled with lead. Her heart was filled with warmth and sadness. Warmth because she knew he loved her, sadness because their love was so exhausting. They wanted to be together and find warmth in each other, but reality repeatedly and harshly told them that they couldn't do it.

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But it will only take three and a half years at most. After graduating from university, I won't have to endure this suffering anymore. The future looks promising, doesn't it?

Three years will pass quickly.

Ye Wenyu cheered herself up and rallied her spirits.

As Ye Wenyu fled swiftly like a mountain deer, Jiang Zhiming remained standing in the same spot. He stood there like a wooden pillar, straight and stiff, motionless for a long time. He felt that his soul had gone with Ye Wenyu.

It felt as if a huge hole had been torn deep inside his body, and he could hear a hollow sound.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. Jiang Zhiming felt as if his heart was shattering in two. He was in so much pain that he wanted to cry out loud, to question the heavens why, why he was willing to sacrifice everything for her, yet she didn't care. To protect her reputation, he even offered to be her fake boyfriend, but she refused.

Ye Wenyu —

Jiang Zhiming felt a "thud," and all the blood flowed from the soles of his feet. His face was pale, and his body was trembling. He knew that he would never forget this girl for the rest of his life.

The scars will be like brands, deeply etched into his heart.

It felt as if I had fallen into a deep cave. As for when I would recover and climb out, only God knows. Maybe it would take half a lifetime, maybe a lifetime.

Falling in love with someone takes only five seconds, but forgetting someone takes a lifetime.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the school bell rang, gradually bringing him back to his senses. He realized that lunchtime was over and it was time for the first afternoon class. He tried to move from his standing position, which he had been holding for so long, only to find that his legs were numb and sore, and he couldn't move at all. In the howling wind, he was frozen stiff, looking like a snowman. He had no choice but to squat down, cup his feet in his hands, and slowly move them around. After repeating this process, blood began to flow again, and his feet gradually warmed up and regained feeling.

Was it the pain so intense that his limbs went numb, or was it because of the cold weather and standing outdoors for too long? He thought it must be the first reason.

The bell for the first class had rung long ago. He had class, but for the first time in his life, the good student Jiang Zhiming skipped class. He didn't want to go. He was in great pain, and it felt as if a voice inside his chest was shouting at him: "She doesn't love you, she doesn't love you, forget her, forget her! Life is hard enough, why add the suffering of love to it!"

My heart aches as if a thousand arrows are piercing it.

He sighed, head bowed, and slowly walked out of the grove behind the library. A cold wind howled, dark clouds filled the sky; it was already winter, and the temperature was only a few degrees above zero. This winter had been gloomy, with few sunny days, much like his love—devoid of light and hope.

Jiang Zhiming wandered aimlessly through the campus, his neck hunched, his steps listless, like someone seriously ill. He felt extremely cold and in great pain, and with nowhere to vent his emotions, his phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Zhiming listlessly took out his phone and glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar phone number from City S. He worried that his resume, which he had posted on a job search website, had received a reply, so he answered the phone. A clear, melodious girl's voice rang out: "Jiang Zhiming!"

Jiang Zhiming was stunned, his mind a complete blank. Who was this? Such a melodious voice, like music, had his phone number and was calling him by his name like an old acquaintance, as if they had known each other for many years.

Hearing his silence, the other person continued playfully, "Guess who I am?" Her voice was as sweet as a fragrant fruit, as if one could tell she must be a great beauty just by hearing her voice, without even seeing her.

Jiang Zhiming frowned. The girl on the other end of the phone seemed to know him very well, but he was still a freshman in college. He had left the remote mountain village less than a year ago. In S City, apart from Ye Wenyu, he didn't have any particularly good friends. However, he had just had a big fight with Ye Wenyu and they broke up. She had deeply hurt him and was now in great pain. This voice was not Wenyu's.

Therefore, Jiang Zhiming remained silent.

The girl chuckled again on the other end of the phone and continued in a familiar tone, "Jiang Zhiming, where are you now?"

Jiang Zhiming slowly said, "I'm at school."

"Did you go to class? As for me, I skipped class." The other person seemed to know him very well and took the initiative to tell him about the bad things he had done.

Jiang Zhiming felt he had found a companion. He smiled and mumbled, "I skipped class too." For the first time, this good student experienced the joy of skipping class.

"Great!" the other person cheered on the phone, quickly saying, "I'm right outside your university campus, at the east gate, waiting for you. Come find me!" Then, as if afraid he would refuse, or not giving him a chance to refuse, the other person hung up the phone.

"Beep—beep—" The dial tone sounded as the call was disconnected.

Jiang Zhiming glanced at his phone, then picked up the number and looked at it again, wondering who the girl calling him was. Had she dialed the wrong number? But she knew his name was Jiang Zhiming and had his phone number. Was she a scammer? But what could a young girl possibly scam from someone as penniless as him? She said she was waiting for him outside the school gate. Jiang Zhiming figured he'd skipped class anyway, had nothing better to do, and was looking for a place to vent his frustrations, so he might as well go check it out.

Therefore, Jiang Zhiming strode towards the school gate.

A huge question mark rose in my mind.