"I won't eat it, I'll just watch you eat," the boy said softly.
Even sitting in a bustling, slender place like the cafeteria, her relaxed and leisurely figure made her look like she was shooting a magazine spread.
"Huh—"
Zhou Yunwei sat opposite, secretly glancing at Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu, her expression radiant, like a fan who had just fallen for a couple.
"Wheel, can you smell the sour, pungent scent of love in the air?" Song Wenzhi exclaimed.
Qian Bolun pursed his lips and sighed, "I also want to have a sweet romance."
A soft female voice came from the side.
Hello.
"..."
Song Wenzhi was the first to turn around, and suddenly nudged Qian Bolun's arm meaningfully, "Lunzi, this girl seems to be here to see you."
Qian Bolun nodded in confusion, turned around, and met a pair of gentle and clear eyes.
The girl was petite, probably only about 157 cm tall. She had delicate features and a quiet demeanor. Unlike most girls who are perfectly proportioned and thin, she was a little chubby.
They're quite cute.
The girl clenched her fists tightly at her sides, meeting Qian Bolun's gaze; her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
These eyes... are no longer cold, no longer intimidating. They are like the untamed sunshine in the girl's memory, bold and full of life.
Qian Bolun was quite puzzled; he didn't recognize the girl. "Hello, are you looking for me?"
The girl stared at herself, her eyes revealing an undisguised mix of sadness, amazement, and joy.
Such complex emotions left Qian Bolun at a loss for what to do.
"Yes." The girl was dazed for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses: "Hello, my name is Mi Jing. I'm your fan, could I... could I have your contact information?"
She was nervous and flustered, feeling that her opening remarks were abrupt and rash.
"Fans?" Qian Bolun pulled his gaze away from her dark eyes, his tone somewhat surprised. "Really? I mean, I know there must be people in this school who like me, but no one as bold as you."
Mi Jing was so captivated by his bright smile that she was speechless for a moment.
No matter when I see him, he is always so well-mannered, handsome, and exceptionally good-looking.
“But I can’t give it to you.” Qian Bolun suddenly became serious. “I’m sorry.”
"No, no, no, I should be the one apologizing. I'm the one who offended you..." Mi Jing shook her head, then bowed again. Her bow made her appear even smaller in front of the group of tall men.
"Excuse me, I have to go now."
Mi Jing turned and left.
She ran outside the cafeteria, to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed a handful of water on her face.
The tears in her eyes could no longer be held back and rolled down her cheeks.
It's so good to see him...
Bo Lun, in this life, I just want to watch you from afar, just watch you from afar.
In Mi Jing's mind, the tall figure holding a black gun and wearing a military uniform, standing in the howling night wind, slowly disappeared, like fireworks dissipating.
...
"Lunzi, do you know her? Something feels off." Que Guanghuai stared curiously at Qian Bolun, who was in a daze, and then looked in the direction where Mi Jing had just left.
Qian Bolun was somewhat dazed, and the image of Mi Jing's eyes, whom he had just met for the first time, flashed through his mind. Those eyes, as black as ink, were clean and gentle.
As Wu Yue, who was watching from the sidelines, took the last bite of her scallion pancake, she heard Yan Chiyu's whisper in her ear, a voice only for her: "That girl has an aura of death on her. But she's not a ghost."
Wu Yue's eyes flickered slightly, as if deep in thought. In this situation, the girl was either near death, or—
Reborn.
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