Chapter 1 This time, she'll treat it as a good deed and let...

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

As soon as her phone vibrated, Gao Wen, who was lying in a daze, became like a startled bird, her breathing quickening and her body instinctively curling up.

Fortunately, there was no further activity on the phone. Gao Wen didn't pick it up immediately, but instead continued to stare blankly at the dimly lit bed curtains.

The cramped space and hard bed frame clearly indicated that this was not the small apartment she rented.

After calming down for a while, Gao Wen raised her hand, her slender fingers tentatively lifting the bed curtains a little. Bright light streamed in, and she subconsciously squinted. Everything she saw was familiar.

This is her university dormitory.

Upon realizing the problem, Gao Wen's pupils contracted, and she sat up abruptly.

What surprised her even more was that getting up was not difficult at all.

It's important to know that she was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety several years ago and has to take medication daily to control it. For most people, simple things like sleeping and eating become extremely difficult, and she is often accompanied by panic attacks.

Gao Wen even felt that she was seriously ill and was already in a daze.

She picked up her phone from the bedside table, stared at the date on it, and froze.

The message was spam, but Gao Wen had an unread message on WeChat, so she instinctively clicked to check it.

Fang Han: Okay. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the residential area at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Good evening.

Seeing this name that had been deliberately forgotten in her heart, Gao Wen felt a mix of emotions. She desperately wanted to prove something, so she lifted the bed curtains and climbed out of bed.

An hour later.

Gao Wen sat in the taxi, opened the window, and looked at the tall buildings and scenery passing by. A few white clouds drifted slowly across the clear blue sky.

The weather is so nice, and there's a vibrant atmosphere everywhere.

For Gao Wen, all of this was so precious and rare; as far as she could remember, she hadn't left the house for three months.

Under the influence of anxiety and depression, she became unable to move, curled up and hid in her rented room, barely managing to survive. She, who loved beauty, didn't even dare to look in the mirror.

"Young lady, where do you want to get off?" The driver's words pulled Gao Wen back to reality.

As the car approached the entrance to the residential area, the driver slowed down. Gao Wen looked up and saw a tall, slender figure not far away. She said, "Just stop here."

"Okay. I'll pull over."

Before the taxi even stopped, Fang Han, who had been waiting for a long time, had already seen Gao Wen in the car. A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face as he strode quickly towards her.

Gao Wen paid the bill and, as she reached for the car door, opened the parasol to shield herself from the scorching sun overhead.

She was dressed casually, wearing a patchwork cotton short-sleeved shirt with white wide-leg pants and a cream-colored sun hat that partially covered her fair and delicate oval face.

Gao Wen raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with emotion as she looked at Fang Han, but she remained standing still and did not move forward.

"Long time no see." Fang Han smiled and greeted Gao Wen first.

Gao Wen's throat tightened, and her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the umbrella.

She lowered her head slightly, afraid that Fang Han would notice something was wrong, and said with a forced smile, "Senior, it's been a long time."

Fang Han's smile deepened slightly as he picked up the fresh milk he had been holding for a while: "It's too hot. I remember you don't drink iced drinks. How about some milk to quench your thirst?"

Gao Wen looked at the familiar bottle and nodded somewhat absentmindedly: "Okay."

Fang Han quickly unscrewed the cap and handed her the milk.

"Thank you." Gao Wen lowered her head and took a sip. The milk was warm, and it had a rich, smooth, and creamy flavor.

Fang Han is an extremely thoughtful and warm-hearted person.

The milk he brought her was all warmed up.

Fang Han stepped aside and then stepped forward: "I'll take you to see the house first," he said, pointing to a building not far away in the community, "That's it, building number thirty-seven."

"Hmm." Gao Wen glanced at it.

Gao Wen followed behind Fang Han, who maintained a very gentlemanly distance from her, deliberately slowing his pace to match hers. She gazed at his slender, upright back, her face expressionless, but her heart was in turmoil.

Fang Han introduced the neighborhood in a gentle and soothing voice: "This neighborhood has a great location, convenient transportation, and easy access to all places. It also has complete amenities." He paused halfway through his sentence, remembering that Gao Wen had a habit of drinking milk, and pointed to a small kiosk downstairs, "You can order milk and yogurt there, and they deliver it to your door every day."

He smiled after he finished speaking and glanced at the milk in her hand: "But they don't have the brand you like."

"I'm not picky," Gao Wen said, though she herself felt a little guilty.

The brand of milk she's holding is four to five times more expensive than other short-term fresh milk.

Fang Han was convinced: "There are still quite a few choices. Many of them are fresh milk delivered in the morning. I've tried them, and they taste very good."

......

I went downstairs.

Fang Han swiped his card, the automatic door opened, Gao Wen closed her umbrella, and followed him inside.

"This way," Fang Han quickened his pace and pressed the elevator button in advance. When Gao Wen came over and the two of them entered the elevator together, he said, "We live on the 22nd floor, 2201."

Gao Wen nodded.

The elevator doors closed, and the surroundings fell silent. The distance between the two people shortened, and time seemed to slow down considerably.

Fang Han could faintly smell the delicate fragrance emanating from Gao Wen. He stood stiffly, his hands hanging limply, unsure of what to say, and could only stare at the constantly changing red numbers.

Gao Wen held the umbrella without saying a word.

She stared at the elevator, glancing at Fang Han's reflection in the elevator out of the corner of her eye. She pursed her red lips repeatedly, her expression complicated.

Gao Wen has always had a good memory. In her memory, Fang Han was dressed like this the day he took her to see the house.

He wore a blue plaid short-sleeved shirt with light khaki pants, white sneakers, and a black sports watch.

He was dressed like a typical programmer, but his good looks and clean appearance made him very pleasant to be around.

"drop--"

The elevator doors opened, but stopped on the fifteenth floor.

A mother with a child walked in, pushing a stroller.

The elevator space suddenly felt smaller, and Fang Han stepped back, while Gao Wen also consciously moved further in.

The stroller was too big, making it feel cramped, and the mother felt a little embarrassed. "Could you move in a little more?"

Fang Han helped the mother stabilize the stroller while stepping back.

The elevator doors were about to close, and Gao Wen was getting anxious. She reached out and tugged at Fang Han's clothes, saying, "Move a little further in."

Caught off guard, Fang Han suddenly leaned towards Gao Wen, trying to lean against her. Startled, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly reached out to steady himself, afraid of offending her.

The watch collided with the elevator wall, making a loud noise that echoed throughout the elevator.

Seeing Fang Han's somewhat embarrassed, awkward, and helpless appearance, Gao Wen's tense nerves instantly relaxed. She couldn't help but smile, and her eyebrows arched: "Senior, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Fang Han straightened up and quickly said, "I just lost my balance."

When the elevator doors opened again, it was the 22nd floor.

Gao Wen and Fang Han walked out together.

The little accident just now not only eased the awkward atmosphere, but also made Gao Wen's mood much more relaxed.

She couldn't help but marvel at Fang Han's ability to make her let down her guard.

He is humble and polite, handsome and sunny, upright and kind, and a person of excellent character.

When Gao Wen was with Fang Han, she was never guarded and didn't need to feel any psychological burden or pretense. He respected everyone and was very tolerant.

“This is it,” Fang Han said, taking out his key to open the door. After Gao Wen came in, he didn’t close the door but opened it all the way and turned on all the lights in the room. “This is a three-bedroom apartment. I live in the second bedroom. The room partitioned off from the living room is rented to a girl who often works overtime. The study is rented to a guy I haven’t met many times; he must be traveling a lot for work. There’s a master bedroom left; you can take a look.”

After he finished speaking, he took out his key and opened the door to the master bedroom.

Gao Wen knew the layout. She slowly walked in, passing through the familiar scenes again and again, gradually merging them with her memories. Her fingers gripping the umbrella tightened more and more.

The master bedroom is very clean, with a small balcony, a 1.5-meter bed, a row of cabinets and a dressing table. The bathroom has a separate wet and dry area and is very spacious.

Fang Han’s words rang in Gao Wen’s ears: “This room used to belong to my colleague. He and his girlfriend are going to buy a house and get married. There are three months left on the lease. If you want to sublet it, it will cost 2,700 a month.”

This apartment complex is located in a bustling area of ​​the capital. For 2,700 yuan, you can rent a master bedroom with a balcony and a private bathroom, which is quite cost-effective.

Gao Wen turned around with a smile, looking apologetic as she said to Fang Han, "Never mind, senior, I can't rent this apartment anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fang Han was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Why? Is it too expensive?"

He asked Gao Wen at the time, and she said she wanted a master bedroom that was close to her workplace, priced under 3,000 yuan, and had good conditions.

This house meets all the requirements; there is absolutely no other one available.

Gao Wen held her umbrella and sighed softly, "The house is very nice and has a high cost-performance ratio. It's a pity that I'm not good enough. I couldn't continue with the internship I found and I have to quit, so I don't need to rent a house anymore."

Fang Han understood and comforted him, "It's okay. You haven't graduated yet. You can find a job slowly. It's not a big deal."

Gao Wen smiled and walked out, explaining, "You've gone to so much trouble, so I came to check it out anyway. What if I find another job nearby? Then I can rent it."

"It didn't take much effort, don't be so polite with me," Fang Han followed her out, closing the door behind him, and comforted her in a clear voice, "There's no need to rush this at all."

The two went downstairs and walked out.

As they were about to leave the residential area, Fang Han finally asked the question he had been carefully considering: "We finally get to see each other, let me treat you to a meal."

Logically speaking, we should eat.

Gao Wen remembers that, including her so-called "previous life" in her memory, she still owes him quite a few meals.

At this moment, she didn't hesitate and lied with a helpless expression: "Senior, it's really unfortunate. I took a part-time job and have to rush over now. How about next time?"

Fang Han didn't want to delay her, so he replied, "There's plenty of time. You go ahead and do your thing."

Gao Wen booked a ride-hailing service, and the driver arrived as soon as she stepped out of the residential compound.

She got into the car and waved to Fang Han, saying, "Goodbye, senior."

"Goodbye." Fang Han's smile was bright and sunny. He waved lightly and watched the taxi leave, the smile on his lips lingering.

The car turned around and drove forward. Gao Wen closed the car window, but still couldn't help turning her head to look at that straight figure.

When she turned back again, the feigned ease on her face had vanished, replaced by heaviness, guilt, and confusion...

Gao Wen felt like everything was unreal when she woke up this morning.

So she came to see Fang Han.

If I remember correctly, they hadn't seen each other for five years.

I heard from others that after the two broke up, Fang Han searched for her everywhere, but she never saw him and even avoided him.

They lacked both courage and shame.

Gao Wen had always known that Fang Han liked her; his affection was gentle and pure. When she was feeling lost after graduation, he did his best to help her find an apartment, help her move, give her gifts, and try every means to make her happy.

To be precise, the two are more than friends, but not quite lovers.

Gao Wen enjoys Fang Han's devotion, but hesitates to establish a relationship with him. She is selfish, vain, cold, and ambitious, believing that even with his bachelor's and master's degrees from the capital university, Fang Han is not good enough for her.

A nice house in the capital costs tens of millions. Even if Fang Han earns a million a year, how long would he have to work with that meager salary? She longed for the carefree life of the upper class.

Her ability to coexist peacefully with Fang Han was entirely due to her exploitation of him.

Fang Han was a very patient person. He carefully protected Gao Wen and put all his heart into her, but he still couldn't win her heart.

Gao Wen was always looking for a better partner, but in the end she not only failed, but also got herself into a mess, her reputation was ruined, and she fled in disgrace. As a result, she suffered from severe anxiety and severe depression, living a life that was neither human nor ghost.

Gao Wen recalled her tragic "previous life." Perhaps too much time had passed, and now it felt like a dream to her, and a nightmare at that.

She even wondered if something had gone wrong. She shouldn't have ended up like this.

Gao Wen didn't know why she had suddenly returned to five years ago when she was a senior in college and doing her internship, as if she had returned to the very beginning.

Even though everything was still unclear, Gao Wen was very clear about one thing.

She wanted to stay far away from Fang Han.

Such a warm, sunny, sincere, and kind person is not suitable for her.

This time, she decided to do him a good deed and let him go.

A note from the author:

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Hi everyone, it's been a long time.

A new story is starting! It's tentatively scheduled to update at 9 AM, one chapter a day.

The female lead is a supporting character who awakens. Because it's a quick transmigration story, there will be some overlap in the early stages, but there are also many changes. Overall, it's a sweet story.

I'll be giving out 100 red envelopes for this update!