Shen Qingchen was well aware of Jiang Zhi's indifference towards him, but his love for Jiang Zhi was like a raging fire, burning ever more vigorously, and not at all diminished by Jiang Zhi's attitude. Every morning when he woke up, the first thing that came to his mind was Jiang Zhi's cold and unique face, which made him more determined to pursue Jiang Zhi.
Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the city streets, Shen Qingchen would personally visit the city's most prestigious flower shop. The shop resembled a fairyland, awash in vibrant blossoms, each one vying for attention with all its splendor. He would meticulously select the most beautiful flowers from the sea of blossoms, personally inspecting each one to ensure their vibrant colors and full petals. He knew Jiang Zhi's uniqueness well; ordinary bouquets simply couldn't match her temperament, so he always strived for perfection.
After selecting his bouquet, he would sit at a small table in the corner of the flower shop and pull a specially crafted card from his elegant wallet. The card, made of thick paper with a subtle floral pattern, exuded an air of elegance. In his hand, he held a fountain pen, a pen with special meaning: a gift from a close friend after a successful business negotiation. With it, he scrawled a heartfelt message on the card.
His handwriting was vigorous yet elegant, and every word seemed to be infused with his deep love for Jiang Zhi. He would recall every little moment he had with Jiang Zhi, from the stubborn look she had inadvertently revealed when they first met, to the subtle fluctuations when their eyes occasionally met. He turned these subtle moments into words and wrote them on cards. For example, "Today the sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is gentle. This reminds me of the moment we glanced at each other on the street corner. Your eyes were like stars falling into a deep pool. At that moment, my world could only see you." Or "You are like a quiet moonlight hidden in the bustling city. Although it is cold, I am irresistibly attracted to you. My heart beats for you every moment."
After writing the card, he would carefully insert it into the bouquet, making sure that the card would not be blocked by the flowers and that Jiang Zhi would notice it the first time she saw the bouquet. Then, he would personally take the bouquet to Jiang Zhi's residence or a place where she might appear.
He'd learned that Jiang Zhi lived in a quiet corner of the city, a small, retro-style building surrounded by shady trees and winding paths. Every time he arrived, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation welled up in his heart. He'd gently approach, place the bouquet at Jiang Zhi's door, then retreat to a discreet spot and wait. He hoped that when Jiang Zhi opened the door and saw the bouquet, she'd feel his love, even if only for a fleeting moment.
In addition to sending flowers, Shen Qingchen would also create romantic encounters in places where Jiang Zhi often appeared. He spent a lot of time and energy to understand Jiang Zhi's daily activities. He knew that Jiang Zhi went to the library once a week, so he also became a regular at the library. He would arrive at the library early and find a seat near the area where Jiang Zhi usually sat. He would carefully select a book and pretend to sit there casually reading, but in fact his mind was all at the door, waiting for Jiang Zhi to appear.
When Jiang Zhi walked into the library, Shen Qingchen felt that the whole library was lit up at that moment. He would pretend to see Jiang Zhi suddenly, with a look of surprise in his eyes, then walk up to her and say in a gentle voice: "What a coincidence, you are here to read too." Although Jiang Zhi only nodded slightly every time and walked to her seat, Shen Qingchen was not discouraged.
He also knew that Jiang Zhi liked to go for a walk in the park in the evening. So, on that evening when the sunset dyed the sky orange-red, Shen Qingchen came to the park early. He carefully arranged a little surprise in the park. Under a big tree beside the path that Jiang Zhi often walked, he tied an old edition of the book that Jiang Zhi had mentioned that he wanted to read with a colorful ribbon. When Jiang Zhi strolled under the tree, Shen Qingchen pretended to pass by by chance. Seeing that Jiang Zhi had discovered the book, he walked up to her and said, "It seems that this book has a lot of fate with you, just like you and I."
Jiang Zhi pretended to be indifferent to Shen Qingchen's actions, setting the flowers aside and offering only a cold response when they met. But deep down, she was gradually wavering. Every time she saw the carefully selected bouquets of flowers and read the affectionate cards, she would feel an indescribable emotion. She began to realize that Shen Qingchen's feelings were like a trickle, slowly seeping into her heart, frozen by revenge and pain.
However, Jiang Zhi's heart is still full of contradictions. On the one hand, she feels that she should not be distracted on the road of revenge. Tang Junxi's death is like a deep wound, constantly reminding her that she must not forget the hatred; on the other hand, Shen Qingchen's sincerity and persistence make her feel a long-lost warmth. This warmth is like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing a touch of warmth to her cold world.
She didn't know how to deal with Shen Qingchen's pursuit. Every time he approached, she felt a sense of panic. She was afraid that she would fall in love and forget her mission of revenge; but she couldn't help but reminisce about those moments of being pursued. These conflicting emotions constantly intertwined and collided in her heart, often making her fall into deep thought.
Once, when Jiang Zhi saw the bouquet at the door of her residence, she couldn't help but stop. She stared at the flowers, her mind full of thoughts. She reached out and gently picked up the card in the bouquet, reading the lines of affectionate words on it, her hand trembling slightly. She knew that Shen Qingchen was expressing his love for her in his own way, a love so pure and passionate that she had never felt it in anyone else.
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