The last autumn rain of late November lasted for several days, making the autumn chill even stronger. A cold wind swept in, and Jiang Shuya wrapped her coat tighter, realizing she was still wearing a dress. Since weaning, she had lost a lot of weight, and her pants were too big, so the top no longer fit. In the morning, she had just casually put on a pair of black leggings, wearing a beige dress and a khaki trench coat. The temperature was even colder in the afternoon than in the morning, and she sneezed a few times from the cold. Carrying a large bag of clothes, she prepared to deliver them. Fortunately, Zheng Jia helped her carry them to the door. She stood at the door for a while, thinking she would leave after the rain subsided.

At this moment, Lin Moxiao sat motionless in his car at the parking lot at the mall entrance, his eyes constantly fixed on the person standing at the entrance. He recalled Wang Ziliang's warning to him last time. The emotions he had suppressed for a long time did not resurface. He kept unconsciously recalling her smile, her warm eyes, and her calm face.

He wanted to go help, but he had no reason to. He was struggling with his thoughts. After a moment of contemplation, he opened the car window, looked at the sky, and was about to get out when he saw Wang Ziliang's delivery truck parked at the door. He went up to help her carry the things into the car, and the two greeted each other and chatted naturally. Only he remained silent, hiding his restless heart. He felt resentful. Did he not even have the right to make friends? He opened the driver's side drawer, took out two tickets to a concert at the Jiangsu Provincial Grand Theatre, and looked at them for a while.

After Wang Ziliang finished counting and putting away the goods, he said goodbye and drove off in a flash. Jiang Shuya breathed a sigh of relief and was holding her phone, copying and sending the addresses to Wang Ziliang one by one. She stared at the phone screen carefully and attentively, and did not notice Lin Moxiao walking up to her.

After a while, she noticed a tall and upright man standing in front of her. Looking up, she saw Lin Moxiao. He was dressed very formally today, in a sharp black suit. He looked dignified and elegant. The suit was very well-tailored, with smooth lines, exuding a noble temperament and unique charm.

When Jiang Shuya first noticed that he was handsome, she couldn't help but take a second look at him.

Lin Moxiao raised an eyebrow and joked, "Don't you think I look handsome today?" Then she pretended to look away.

"Why is Senior Lin here?" Jiang Shuya stopped looking at him and kept staring at her phone.

He said casually, "I had made plans to see a musical, but they stood me up. Now I have two tickets, and it's no fun going alone. I just saw you and remembered that you treated me to a meal last time, so I reluctantly decided to give up this ticket.

He placed the ticket in front of her and said, "No need, you can find someone else!" Jiang Shuya refused directly. Lin Moxiao was a little anxious and said slowly, "This is classical music. You really don't want to go? I remember when we were in high school, you liked to read classical literature, poetry collections, and classical Chinese texts."

Jiang Shuya glanced at the ticket. It was indeed classical music, and it was a work by the modern master Yu Shuwan. She was not familiar with this composer, but she was very moved by the piece "The Tomb of the Passionate Lover". She liked it very much in her previous life, but that was all she did. She never tried to understand the meaning behind the piece.

Seeing that she was somewhat tempted, Lin Moxiao persuaded her again: "Ever since I ate a meal off you last time, I've been restless and unable to eat or sleep. I was thinking of paying you back, but then I thought that maybe you wouldn't want it anyway. Just consider this concert as my treat for you!"

"Then you might as well just give me my money back." She glanced at the ticket while checking the time, a glint of light in her eyes.

Lin Moxiao saw the concern in her heart, so she said solemnly, "Jiang Shuya, I am your cousin's classmate. I have always known that you loved to read when you were in school. I remember that one of your articles won the first prize in the province. The whole school was in an uproar. For a while, all the teachers and students in the school knew the name Jiang Shuya. Even your essays were used as model essays and read aloud in class. I remember that after our homeroom teacher read your essay to us, he exclaimed that this was not an article written by a first-year high school student. It was no less than that of contemporary famous writers."

Jiang Shuya watched him mimic the teacher's familiar pose and laughed heartily.

Seeing her smiling so happily, the atmosphere relaxed. He subconsciously became serious again and said earnestly, "I know you're married and have a child. Please don't overthink it. I only admire you. Although I feel sorry for you, that admiration only stays from our student days. There's nothing else. I think we get along very well. I just want to make one more friend in Jinling City, that's all."

Looking into his eyes, Jiang Shuya saw his sincerity and frankness, which made her feel a little lonely. Yes! She was in this state now, and her only thought was to live well. Why should she believe that such an outstanding man would like her? Besides, she was a married woman with a child. Where did she get the confidence to be friends with such a person? But he said he admired her. That outstanding senior who was once at the top of his class and was recommended for admission all the way through college had actually admired her. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded indifferently.

“I see this concert doesn’t start until 7:20, so it’ll be a while. Should we grab something to eat before we go?” Jiang Shuya asked, clutching her ticket.

Lin Moxiao nodded and said softly, "Okay, what would you like to eat?"

"KFC, that's faster." "Okay, let's go, I'll go buy it." Lin Moxiao strode ahead.

When the two arrived at KFC, Jiang Shuya was in line, while Lin Moxiao had already ordered and was waiting next to her. Seeing her in line, Lin Moxiao came over and said, "I ordered two servings, so you don't need to wait in line."

"Oh! You ordered for me, but I didn't tell you what I wanted to eat!"

Jiang Shuya was a beat slow

"Don't you eat everything? You said last time that you weren't picky."

He deliberately didn't ask because he was afraid she would refuse, and she didn't want to owe him anything.

Jiang Shuya blinked, and in her moment of clarity, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure—it was Manager Feng from upstairs. In the blink of an eye, a fragrant aroma reached her—the distinctive scent of MODA perfume from upstairs. Manager Feng immediately noticed Lin Moxiao, a hint of surprise on his face. Looking at Jiang Shuya standing beside him, he became even more curious: "Is this another chance encounter?" It was lunchtime, and KFC serves food quickly. To avoid delaying work, the sales staff usually finish quickly. Fortunately, Manager Feng didn't linger for long; after a few pleasantries, he took his packed burger and left.

The two sat in the store eating their hamburgers. Jiang Shuya took big bites of the hamburger, choked a little, and drank a few sips of her beverage. She ate in a hurry and quite quickly. Lin Moxiao, sitting opposite her, was gentle and refined, and ate in a beautiful and elegant way.