"Yeah." Fu Zhawei responded and looked at her deeply. His eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, but in the end he said nothing.

He turned around and walked silently along the moonlight-soaked path he had taken.

Lin Jianxue stood there, watching his tall figure gradually blend into the night. Only when his outline could no longer be seen did she look away and prepare to turn back to the dormitory.

However, just as she was about to step onto the stairs——

“Tramp, tramp, tramp…”

A burst of hurried and disorderly footsteps suddenly sounded from the dirt road not far behind her, getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer!

The footsteps were fast and chaotic, accompanied by faint panting sounds.

Lin Jianxue paused and turned around in confusion.

Under the moonlight, a familiar figure was running towards her quickly!

It’s Fu Zhewei!

He ran very fast and rushed in front of her in a few steps. Because he ran too fast, his breathing was a little unstable, his chest was slightly heaving, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Lin Jianxue stared blankly at Fu Zhewei, who was standing in front of her, panting. She asked in confusion, "What happened? Did you drop something?"

Fu Zhewei did not answer her question. He bent over slightly, supported his hands on his knees, took a few quick breaths, and tried to calm his breathing.

After a few seconds, he raised his head, his dark eyes shining surprisingly brightly in the moonlight:

"Lin Jianxue...was what you told my mom this afternoon...true?"

Lin Jianxue blinked, not reacting for a moment: "What?"

Fu Zhewei seemed to have mustered up his courage and took another step forward, instantly closing the distance between them. He stared into her eyes and asked her word by word:

"You...you're really...divorced?"

Oh, so that’s it.

Lin Jianxue understood. Looking at his cheeks that were slightly flushed from running and his frighteningly bright eyes, she suddenly felt like laughing.

She nodded, her tone calm and frank:

"yes."

After a pause, she seemed to suddenly remember something, tilted her head slightly, and asked with a hint of doubt:

"Why do you only know now? I remember... Qingqing seemed to know last week. Didn't she tell you?"

The anxiety on his face faded, replaced by a look of near-bewildered shock. He shook his head subconsciously, his thin lips moving as he murmured, as if to himself, or perhaps in answer to her:

"I don't know... Qingqing didn't say... I don't know..."

He really doesn't know.

Seeing his dejected look, Lin Jianxue's heart softened for no reason. She curled her lips and spoke softer:

"I'm really divorced, Fu Zhewei."

"Clean and thorough. It's because I'm divorced and I'm feeling suffocated in Kyoto, so I applied to move to the countryside... I want a change of scenery and some relaxation."

She paused, her tone filled with just the right amount of emotion:

"I never thought I'd run into you here. Fu Zhewei, don't you think...is this a coincidence?"

She didn't lie.

The divorce is real, going to the countryside is real, and relaxing is real.

Only this "coincidence" was the reunion she had been planning for.