On a winter night in London, the cold is blocked outside by thick double-glazed windows, making the room warm and cozy.
Su Xinghui sat cross-legged on the large and soft woolen cushion by the bay window in her bedroom, tightly holding a newly unpacked, almost half-human-tall limited edition mecha girl figurine in her arms.
The ice-blue paint shines delicately under the soft wall lights, and the details of every joint are amazingly exquisite.
This was a rare item that she had coaxed her father into giving for three whole months, and she also asked her cousin in Japan to help her get it after much trouble. It was only delivered to the apartment by the housekeeper this afternoon.
The smile on her lips never faded. Her fingertips carefully brushed over the cool metal shoulder armor of the figurine, and gently touched the long eyelashes that were so lifelike that they seemed about to blink at the next second.
Outside the window, the lights on the Thames River in the distance are like scattered diamonds, outlining the quiet outline of the city.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, London's Chinatown may still retain the hustle and bustle of the day, but the area where this luxury apartment is located has long since returned to its usual elegance and tranquility.
Her phone was placed in the corner of the bay window, within easy reach. The screen was lit, displaying the local time—9:10 p.m. Su Wanqing glanced at it, and her heart felt like it was being gently tickled by a feather.
Calculating the time, it should be... past four in the morning over there? This thought made her subconsciously tighten her arms around the figurine. Staying up late was a luxury for these high school seniors, who were about to face the global entrance exam, but... it was Chinese New Year!
Moreover, she just received this baby last night and the excitement has not yet passed. She must share it with the most important people as soon as possible!
Without much hesitation, his finger had already skillfully clicked on the pinned name - "Shuang".
The video invitation prompt sounded crisply in the quiet room, carrying a kind of excited anticipation.
While waiting for the call to be connected, Su Xinghui adjusted her posture and moved the huge figurine in front of her to ensure that it would occupy the center of the screen.
She even cleared her throat, preparing to start the show in the most exaggerated tone: "Dangdangdang! Look at my rare treasure!"
"beep--"
The video is connected.
However, what caught Su Xinghui's eyes was not Ye Fanshuang's cold and beautiful face.
The light on the other side of the screen was dim, as if only the desk lamp was on. The first thing that caught my eye was a large, coldly lined, black walnut desk that looked incredibly valuable.
The desk was unusually tidy, in stark contrast to the bay window on Su Wanqing's side, where snack packaging bags, magazines, and unpacking tools were scattered all over the place.
Several thick hardcover foreign books were neatly stacked in a corner, and a silver desk lamp with a strong sense of design emitted a cool-toned halo of light.
But Su Xinghui's gaze was like being sucked by a magnet, and instantly fixed on the desk near the base of the lamp!
There, pressed against a paperweight made of perfectly cut, angular dark blue crystal, was nothing special.
There is never a shortage of such low-key yet stylish items on Ye Fanshuang's desk.
What made Su Xinghui forget to breathe for a moment was the thick stack of things exposed under the paperweight!
It's a postcard!
Tower Bridge, red telephone booth, Big Ben...those scenic postcards she was so familiar with, sent from every corner of London!
A thick stack was neatly pressed on a corner of the table by the heavy crystal paperweight, with the edges pressed neatly.
And the one on top... is facing up!
The high-definition camera transmits the details on the back of the postcard with incredible clarity.
On the off-white hard cardboard, Su Xinghui's handwriting was lively and childish. In the most conspicuous position, three words were written:
——I want to see you.
These three words seemed to carry much more weight, and the ink was darker, than the sentences next to them that rambled on about the London weather and how terrible the mashed potatoes in the cafeteria were.
What made Su Xinghui's heart stop the most was that the edge of the paper around these three words, especially the small area to the lower right of the word "见", was obviously rougher than other places!
It was like being stroked repeatedly by fingertips countless times, unconsciously, and with a certain kind of attachment, so that the hard surface of the cardboard was covered with fine fuzz!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
All of Su Xinghui's prepared boastful lines and exaggerated expressions froze on her face.
"Shuang...you..." Her voice seemed to be blocked by something, with a barely perceptible tremor and a slight gasp of disbelief, almost squeezed out of her throat, "...you...keep it?"
She even forgot to ask "What are you looking at", her eyes fixed on the traces of the three words being repeatedly stroked, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
So... every note she sent was so carefully kept and treasured? And touched... over and over again?
On the other side of the screen, Ye Fanshuang's figure seemed to move suddenly! Obviously, he didn't expect the camera to be suddenly focused on the corner of the desk.
Immediately afterwards, a white, slender hand with distinct joints suddenly reached into the camera at a speed so fast that it almost left an afterimage.
With an almost hasty panic, the finger accurately covered the three most fatal words on the back of the postcard - "I want to see you".
The fingertips turned slightly white due to the force applied, tightly blocking the area that had been rubbed to the point of being rough.
The camera was finally adjusted in a hurry, and Ye Fanshuang's face appeared in the center of the screen.
Her long black hair was casually scattered, with a few strands hanging in front of her smooth forehead. Perhaps because of staying up late, there was a very light blue under her eyes, which not only did not detract from her cool feeling, but added a bit of fragile beauty.
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