The snowflakes fell heavier and heavier, and the once bustling streets were soon covered with a layer of snow, and the view outside the window was a silver-white world.
Fang Zhi withdrew her gaze, her beautiful eyes filled with warmth and reluctance as she looked at the two women. "Sister Lin, Sister An." She paused, and waited for them to look at her before continuing slowly, "I will be going to the National Theatre soon after the New Year."
As soon as the words were spoken, the air around them fell silent. Lin Yisheng and An Nuo were clearly shocked by the sudden news.
They exchanged a glance.
The girl's gentle voice continued, "I originally wanted to tell you after the New Year, but I'm not sure if we'll have another chance to get together then. I want to say goodbye to you in person because I'll be in closed training after entering the National Theater, and we'll have fewer opportunities to meet in the future."
It's even possible that we won't see each other for one or two years.
Lin Yisheng quietly looked at the gentle and charming girl, "Your brother doesn't know yet, does he?"
The question was phrased in a questioning tone, but the tone was one of certainty.
"Mmm." Fang Zhi smiled slightly, her fair and beautiful face reflecting the snow outside the window, both pure and clean. The curve of her lips seemed to be both nostalgic and relieved. "I haven't told my brother yet, because if I did, he would definitely try his best to stop me."
Lin Yisheng gently took her hand, looked directly into her eyes, and spoke in a soft tone that carried an encouraging power, "Go, we will wait for the day when the title of national-level classical dance master is known to all and shines brightly."
"Yes." Fang Zhi nodded solemnly.
Anuo noticed the sadness in the girl's pure and beautiful eyes. She patted her shoulder and said, "If you're sad, just cry. Your sister Lin and I won't laugh at you."
Fang Zhi shook his head. His eyes were red and tears were wet at the corners of his eyes, but they never fell out.
She has a long, long way to go in her life. She chooses to stay with her brother emotionally, and everything else will become a regret.
She didn't want to one day resent herself or her brother when asked about her dreams and aspirations.
Love cannot be everything in life.
Call her selfish or disregarding gratitude, but this time she's truly decided to leave and venture out into the world.
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It snowed all afternoon, and the sky gradually darkened.
Cheng Shiyan and Qi Shen left the company one after the other and went to the coffee shop to pick up their respective women to go home.
Anno, the only one standing alone, glanced at the couple whispering to her left, then at the couple embracing to her right.
She clicked her tongue.
She should have been the most carefree person, with a long line of people willing to help her, but in the end, she was the most lonely and miserable one.
It's all Elvis's fault!
Thinking of this green-eyed, blond-haired man, Anuo unconsciously gritted her teeth. He didn't show up when he should have, and when he shouldn't have, she couldn't get rid of him.
She didn't dare let any other man pick her up, fearing that this guy might suddenly appear and beat someone up again.
Fang Zhi peeked at the woman whose complexion wasn't good and was about to speak when An Nuo noticed him first.
"Don't give me a ride!" Anuo waved her hand hurriedly. "I have legs, I have money, I can take a taxi myself. I don't want to shine in your car!"
The main reason was that she didn't want to see President Cheng, nor did she want to see Qi Shen. She always felt that spending even a second with such scheming people would shorten her lifespan by several years.
After saying "Bye-bye," Anno quickly disappeared.
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Cheng Shiyan and Lin Yisheng left first.
Qi Shen and Fang Zhi stayed in the coffee shop, and the man wrapped the prepared scarf tightly around Fang Zhi's neck.
After several layers, it became clear that the area from the neck to below the mouth was covered by a cashmere scarf.
She felt like she couldn't breathe.
The understated yet conspicuous Bentley was parked by the roadside, within easy reach of her. Fang Zhi pulled her scarf down a little, "My brother is so close, I don't need a scarf."
The girl was bundled up like an adorable penguin, with only her fair and rosy face showing. Qi Shen gently pinched her soft cheek, his voice tender and indulgent, "It's cold outside, be a good girl and stay wrapped up."
Fang Zhi looked up at the man's handsome face and the ease between his brows, and thinking about what would happen soon... she obediently said "Oh".
As soon as the coffee shop door opened, a biting cold wind rushed out. The snow, smoothed by the footsteps of passersby, was slippery. Qi Shen led her by the hand and walked over step by step.
The car's heater was on the whole time. After the two got in and settled in, Qi Shen helped her take off her scarf.
His hand didn't leave; his clean, slender fingertips gently caressed the girl's delicate eyebrows. "Have you been crying?"
Fang Zhi was taken aback. How did he notice? Had the redness in the corners of her eyes not faded all afternoon?
Fang Zhi raised his hand and touched it. "No."
"Would it sound like this if there were no crying sounds?" Qi Shen's narrow eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly, and his deep voice became more certain as he spoke, "Why are you crying?"
When he picked her up, the first sound of her voice was nasal, and he was certain that she was fine before she left home.
Under the man's deep, unwavering gaze, she felt as if she were almost transparent.
She unconsciously pursed her lips. "This afternoon, Sister Lin told me a touching story..."
"What story?"
The man's handsome face was calm and his tone was gentle, but Fang Zhi could sense that he was angry.
Qi Shen was indeed unhappy because his little girl had been made to cry by someone else after he had been out all afternoon.
He couldn't bear to see her cry.
Qi Shen's handsome, refined features were devoid of emotion, but his thin lips parted slightly, uttering words brimming with malice:
"Lin Yisheng will tell you how Cheng Shiyan was hit by his childhood sweetheart's car and how they committed suicide together?"
"Childhood sweethearts" was just something Qi Shen said in anger.
He knew that Shi Yan was indifferent to Shen Mengci. Even though Shen Mengci's father sacrificed himself to save Shi Yan, he had never treated Shen Mengxi specially. However, Qi Shen couldn't vent his anger at the little girl's crying on Lin Yisheng, so he couldn't help but take it out on Cheng Shi Yan.
Fang Zhi: "..."
Childhood sweethearts plus an ingrate.
For a moment, she even felt that her brother knew about her plan and was indirectly criticizing her.
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