Fu Zhawei seemed to be stunned by her light-hearted "what a coincidence" and subconsciously repeated:

"Yeah...what a coincidence..."

What a coincidence.

It was so coincidental that he almost thought it was a dream.

The girl whom he kept in the deepest part of his heart, who had long ago married someone else and whom he would never meet again in this life, unexpectedly appeared before him again, alive and well.

She also told him that she was divorced.

He stared at Lin Jianxue's delicate and beautiful face. Her eyes were bright, like obsidian immersed in water, clean and transparent, and she was looking back at him calmly.

The ecstasy that had been suppressed for so long in his heart almost broke through his usually calm and self-controlled mask.

But reason told him that she had just gone through a divorce and he shouldn't be too... excited.

He took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the arc of his mouth that was about to rise uncontrollably, and comforted him clumsily:

"You...you're getting divorced...don't be too sad."

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, he considered his words carefully and continued:

"In the future...I will meet someone better..."

As he spoke, Fu Zhewei himself felt that there was something wrong with what he said, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly in a tiny arc.

He realized that something was wrong and quickly pursed his lips, trying to suppress the smile that was about to break out.

Lin Jianxue looked at him, curled the corners of her lips, and said in a gentle and soft voice: "Okay. Thank you for comforting me, Fu Zhewei."

Fu Zhewei coughed forcefully, put on a stern face, and said seriously:

"You're welcome. As... your former deskmate, it's only natural."

After saying that, he felt that it was not advisable to stay here for long. If he stayed any longer, he might reveal more flaws.

He spoke again, his voice calmer than before:

"Then I... will go back."

Lin Jianxue looked at him, tilted her head slightly, and asked deliberately:

"real?"

Fu Zhewei: "Really!"

Lin Jianxue looked at him, who looked like his tail had been stepped on, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Okay," she nodded with a smile, her eyes moving, "Be careful on the road."

Fu Zhewei stood in front of her and looked at her smiling face.

The dim light and the cold moonlight intertwined, making her eyebrows and eyes look particularly soft and charming.

Her figure was clearly reflected in his dark eyes.

Fu Zhewei smiled briefly.

The smile only stayed on his lips for a moment before he turned around and ran away towards the winding dirt road he had come from without looking back.

This time, his steps were so light that he seemed to be flying.

Lin Jianxue stood where he was, watching the tall figure quickly disappear into the darkness of the night, the smile on the corner of his lips couldn't help but deepen a few degrees.

Silly.

She thought to herself.

*

It was a dark night, and only a dim kerosene lamp was lit in the Fu family's dilapidated adobe house.

Fu Zhawei almost jogged all the way back to his doorstep.

He pushed open the half-open gate and saw his little sister Fu Qingqing sitting on the doorstep, her little head nodding, her hands supporting her cheeks, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

Fu Zhewei paused, walked in front of Fu Qingqing, and looked down at her for a while.

The moonlight outlined her sleepy profile, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids.

He reached out and pinched Fu Qingqing's chubby cheeks with a little force.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Fu Qingqing was awakened instantly, and jumped up, covering her cheek. All sleepiness disappeared, and she glared at him with wide eyes, accusing him, "Fu Zhewei! What are you doing? I was waiting for you to come home with good intentions, and you bullied me! Do you have any conscience?"