After making this decision, although she was still uneasy about her future with Fu Yan, the heavy burden in her heart was greatly reduced.
...
The next day, Lu Yuwu asked Gu Yan to meet her at a coffee shop near the school.
Gu Yan smiled gently as he ordered her favorite latte.
"Xiao Wu, why did you suddenly ask me out today?" Gu Yan's smile was as warm as ever.
Lu Yuwu stirred the coffee in her cup, not daring to look him in the eye. After a long pause, she finally mustered the courage to speak: "Gu Yan, I'm sorry."
Gu Yan's smile froze slightly.
"I think we should break up." Lu Yuwu raised her head, her eyes filled with guilt and sincerity. "You are a very, very good person, gentle and considerate, and you are very good to me. But I'm sorry, I still have feelings for Fu Yan."
"I was too impulsive and immature to agree to be with you before. It's not fair to you, and I can't hold you back any longer."
She finished speaking in one breath, anxiously awaiting Gu Yan's response.
Gu Yan remained silent for a long time. Sunlight shone on his glasses, reflecting a faint halo that made it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.
Just when Lu Yuwu thought he would get angry and criticize her, he sighed instead.
"Actually, I had a pretty good idea."
Gu Yan's voice remained gentle, but carried a hint of disappointment, "The way you look at him is always different from how you look at me."
Lu Yuwu stared at him in astonishment.
Gu Yan smiled, but the smile seemed forced: "You still like him, and you don't like me at all, right?"
Lu Yuwu pursed her lips and nodded.
"I understand." Gu Yan picked up his slightly cooled coffee, took a sip, and spoke calmly.
"Thank you for being honest with me. Although I'm a little sad, it's better than being kept in the dark all along."
He put down his cup, looked at Lu Yuwu, his eyes clear and understanding, "Xiaowu, I wish you happiness. I hope you can clear up the misunderstanding with him."
His magnanimity and understanding deepened Lu Yuwu's sense of guilt. "Senior Gu Yan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry?"
"No need to apologize." Gu Yan stood up, his smile becoming more relaxed. "Feelings can't be forced. We're still friends, right?"
Lu Yuwu nodded vigorously, her eyes red-rimmed.
Watching Gu Yan's departing figure from the coffee shop, Lu Yuwu felt a mix of emotions.
She felt a sense of relief, guilt, and uncertainty about the future.
In any case, she finally made a choice according to her own heart, and avoided causing deeper harm to a kind person.
Having dealt with her immediate concerns, the next step was between her and Fu Yan. In any case, at least she could face things more openly.
...
The living room of the Lu family home was warm and cozy over the weekend.
Lu Yuwu sat cross-legged on the sofa, absentmindedly flipping through a fashion magazine, but her ears were always perked up, listening for any sounds outside the door.
Since breaking up with Gu Yan and making up her mind to face the issues with Fu Yan, she has been feeling very uneasy.
She hadn't figured out how to start the conversation.
Will that proud and awkward guy listen to her explanation of the misunderstanding?
Shang Wu carried over a plate of washed fruit and placed it on the coffee table in front of her daughter. She said casually, "Xiao Wu, your father said he hasn't seen Yan Yan in a long time. He invited him over for lunch today."
Lu Yuwu's hand, which was turning the pages of the magazine, suddenly stopped. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked up at her mother with a flustered expression.
"Call him here? Why?"
Shang Wu picked up an apple and slowly peeled it, her eyes gentle: "It's nothing, just having a meal. The Fu family and our family have been friends for generations, so isn't it normal to invite him over for a meal? Why are you so nervous?"
"I...I'm not nervous at all!" Lu Yuwu said stubbornly, but her cheeks began to burn involuntarily.
She lowered her head, pretending to continue reading the magazine, but her mind was in turmoil.
What do Mom and Dad mean by this?
Just before noon, the doorbell rang.
Lu Yuwu sprang up from the sofa almost reflexively, then forced herself to sit back down, picked up a magazine to cover her face, only revealing a pair of eyes that were secretly glancing towards the door.
Shang Wu smiled and went to open the door.
Fu Yan stood at the door, wearing a simple gray sweater. He seemed to have lost some weight and his imposing sharpness had diminished.
He was also carrying an exquisite gift box.
"Aunt Shang, I'm sorry to bother you." He nodded slightly, his tone polite.
"Why are you being so polite?" Shang Wu smiled and welcomed him inside.
Fu Yan walked into the living room and saw the figure on the sofa.
His eyes flickered slightly as he handed the gift box to Shang Wu.
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