Ying Qian remained silent. Amidst the noise and commotion, she could still hear her own heartbeat clearly, and a tingling, electric-like sensation spread through her limbs.
His voice didn't stop in my ears. He said slowly, "To me, you are the most special person I have ever met."
Ying Qian tried to avoid looking at him, but she couldn't hide the flutter in her heart.
She subconsciously moved closer, the faint scent of mint filling her nostrils and stimulating her brain.
Their breaths lingered tenderly as she carefully placed her frozen hand on Chen Wenzhi's. His skin was very soft, the only uneven spot being the callus on his middle finger from being rubbed by a pen.
What's even more striking is that his hands are very warm.
Chen Wenzhi's gaze lingered on her hand, her fingertips trembled, and her breath became unsteady. She placed her other hand over the girl's small, cold hand and held it tightly, hoping to warm it up.
All these movements were very subtle, for fear of making any mistakes.
She was a pure girl, clean and spotless.
His profile was perfect; when Ying Qian turned her head to look at him, she felt a sense of elusive distance.
It's so close, yet inexplicably so...so far away, like a flower on a high mountain that can never be plucked.
There's always something between two people.
What is it?
How could there be such a perfect person in the world? Ying Qian felt in a daze that the person in front of her had come for her.
In this world, he is the only one.
Then she thought, she didn't seem to be good enough for Chen Wenzhi...
"Am I wrong?" Chen Wenzhi wanted to know why she was silent. "No matter what you think, what I said is what I think."
"Um, I...I know." She tried to remain calm, her voice trembling slightly. "Could you tell me when your birthday is?"
“My birthday hasn’t passed yet,” Chen Wenzhi said. “It’s December 30th.”
"That'll be soon," Ying Qian muttered.
"I don't really like celebrating my birthday," he laughed.
A hint of surprise flashed in Ying Qian's eyes. "Why?"
“I don’t really like crowds,” he said. “Too much noise affects my mood.”
...
Upon hearing this, Ying Qian looked around. Everyone was in a completely happy state, playing board games and chatting noisily.
She laughed happily, tilting her head, "So you must be in a really bad mood right now?"
Chen Wenzhi's eyes were dim, as if covered with a layer of dust or a thin layer of mist.
He then smiled gently, his expression unchanged, but with an indescribable tenderness.
"I'm not in a bad mood, probably because the weather is nice today."
His reasoning was far-fetched.
Ying Qian smiled brightly, her smile gentle and subtle.
"Sister Yingxi! You really came!" A sweet voice pierced the sky.
Shen Yun's heart and eyes were filled with Ying Qian. She rushed over as if she had found a treasure. Ying Qian was so frightened by the sudden hug that she immediately broke free.
Chen Wenzhi frowned and groaned, as if complaining.
Shen Yun didn't notice anything amiss and pulled Ying Qian into the room.
She said, "Many of the people outside are my brother's friends, and I don't know them very well, but they are all very nice to me. They gave me gifts and wished me a happy birthday..."
Holding Ying Qian's hand, she talked on and on: "However, my favorite gift is still from Sister Ying Qian, because only you understand me best!"
Ying Qian immediately noticed the only decoration hanging on the white wall of her room—the painting she had given to Shen Yun.
Ying Qian was stunned.
The original image of that painting was a photograph, a picture of two young girls.
I was so young and shy back then, making a peace sign with thick bangs. The filter on the photo was the most popular one at the time, and the marks of time can't be erased.
Chen Yun's eyes welled up with tears.
“That was during the first sports meet in elementary school,” she said. “You didn’t like to talk, and neither did I. We were both isolated, but we appreciated each other.”
Years have passed, but her anger remains unchanged. Ying Qian has long since shed her childishness and inner immaturity, and her personality has gradually become more lively and cheerful, and she has made more friends.
Ying Qian stared at the painting for a long time and promised, "Even if I've forgotten some things from the past, it doesn't stop us from being friends now, and I think we will be in the future, Chen Yun."
"Yes, I know, I know everything." Shen Yun wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned on her shoulder, and sincerely thanked her, "Thank you, Sister Ying Qian..."
I wish time could stand still at this moment.
"Sister Yingxi, tell me your story in Qincheng."
"good."
A group of teenagers were gathered around a table in the living room.
Two decks of cards were placed on the table.
Someone suggested, "How about we play Dou Dizhu (a card game) for money?"
"This is so hurtful..."
"that is."
Several girls said, "Let's play bamboo pole relay! That's the only game we know how to play."
"Boring, boring." "Those of us can play Landlord, those of us can watch TV, or there's also Flying Chess, choose whichever you prefer!"
Chen Wenzhi was upset and didn't move from his seat on the sofa.
Ren Yi, tired of playing, yawned and walked over: "Are you annoyed?"
"What do you think?" His gaze turned cold.
Ren Yi pointed at him helplessly and said righteously, "It wasn't me who asked you to come. You deliberately came here to make yourself unhappy."
"Speaking of which, what's your relationship with that pretty girl?" he pressed. "Wei Ji said you saw her at the exam hall, and it's only been a week... You wouldn't happen to be..."
He paused, then slowly uttered the second half of his sentence: "Love at first sight, wasn't it?"
"No," Chen Wenzhi stubbornly replied.
Ren Yi ignored his insignificant remark and continued, "If you want to pursue her, I can help you. I've charmed countless girls!"
As he spoke, he boasted about how amazing he was, mentioning his achievements in both academics and gaming.
But compared to Chen Wenzhi, all of these are insignificant. Except... his flirting skills...
“Chen Wenzhi,” Ren Yi suggested, “you can go ask Shen Chang about her. I remember Shen Chang mentioning Ying Qian.”
Chen Wenzhi nodded perfunctorily, but inwardly he was extremely resistant.
At this moment, Shen Chang brought two glasses of water to the two of them.
Where is Ying Qian?
Ren Yi pointed to a door in the distance.
It was a somber room. My heart sank, and I placed the cup on the coffee table.
The moment the glass touched the coffee table, Chen Wenzhi caught it, his eyes sparkling with a smile.
His voice was gentle and melancholy: "It's my sister's show, so let's not focus too much on other people."
His tone was flat, but his smile concealed a dagger.
Ren Yi leaned to one side with a half-smile.
Chen Chang said, "There's a movie this afternoon at Longhu Tianjie."
"I've booked the whole place!"
Rich people!
Ren Yi gave a thumbs up, "You're amazing, I really admire you."
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