The concept of fate is far more mysterious than we imagine.
Just like how we always say goodbye, yet we always meet again.
My early encounter with Song Qingrong made me even more certain that we would have an inseparable bond, whether in our past life or this one.
Perhaps, it was destined from the beginning that I would keep my promise.
My future.
My past.
They all belong to her.
However, the future still needs time.
Now is the past; we still need the next encounter, the next goodbye, and the next "hello."
...
I stood at the door for a long time, not coming back to my senses, until Song Qingrong left the coffin shop. Yan Shan couldn't stand it anymore and came up to me, waving his hand: "Hey kid, still looking? She's gone."
"You've taken a liking to this girl?"
"No," I said, shaking my head.
"Really not?" Yan Shan stared at me.
I said definitively, "No."
"Then how dare you, kid?" Yan Shan glared at me immediately.
"Dare what?" I asked, puzzled.
Do you know how much the best coffin costs?
"I don't know," I said, shaking my head.
"Hey..." Yan Shan seemed to be angered by me, "You dare to give me a discount without knowing anything about it?"
My face flushed slightly, then I laughed and said, "It's just a coffin, I guarantee I'll make it back for you!"
"We definitely can't let you lose your life savings."
"Am I the boss or are you the boss?" Yan Shan said with a sneer.
“You,” I said, looking at him, “but… I’ve already said what I wanted to say, why didn’t you take it back?”
Did you even let me speak, kid?
"That's because you didn't say it yourself," I said, looking at him innocently.
"And didn't you say yourself that you could sell it?"
"Alright, alright," Yan Shan said helplessly, "This is the only time, and there won't be a next time."
"Also, if you can't earn it back for me, deduct it from your salary."
"I even get a salary?" I asked in surprise.
"No!"
"How do we deduct it?"
"I probably won't starve to death if I skip one meal a day."
"..."
"By the way, do you really like that girl?" Yan Shan suddenly looked at me again.
"If I said I really didn't, would you believe me?" I looked at him.
Yan Shan shook his head.
"That'll do."
I shrugged. "Don't laugh at me, I just like her."
"Didn't you just meet once?"
"Love at first sight!"
"Pah, that's called lust at first sight, isn't it?" Yan Shan said irritably. "But that girl is indeed quite beautiful, a real beauty in the making, but not as good as my Yan Yin."
"How old is Yan Yin?" My lips twitched slightly.
"Fourteen?" Yan Shan said nonchalantly, "What's so special about that? When I was fourteen or fifteen, my family arranged blind dates for me."
"It's the 21st century now," I reminded him.
“That’s true.” Yan Shan nodded in agreement, then looked at me suspiciously. “Wait a minute, I think you might have feelings for my Yan Yin too.”
"Let me tell you, Yan Yin is the precious daughter of our Yan family. You'd better give up that idea, or I'll skin you alive."
"Then you definitely won't have that chance," I said with a smile.
"That's good." Hearing this, Yan Shan seemed relieved and turned to leave.
"Oh, right, I'll deliver that coffin tonight."
"You're going to see that young lady, aren't you?"
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