Chapter 1201 has been read but no reply is given

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Read but not replied.

A similar situation happened again.

Plan sent the message, but did not receive a reply from Gao Wen. No matter how he refreshed the dialog box, he could no longer see the message reply.

So, that’s it?

Plan, feeling a little lost.

But if you think about it carefully, Gawain invited her, she refused, and the conversation ended there. What else did she expect Gawain to say:

Is it "It's okay, maybe next time"? Or "I totally understand that the thesis is more important"? Or "It's okay, I need to practice too, so it's just an idea"? Or "What a shame, I really hope you can come"? Or "Can't the thesis wait?" No. No. Still no.

All ideas, all overturned.

Perhaps, no reply was a good thing, because Plan didn't know how to continue the conversation and couldn't find many clues.

Although...

What's going on with that empty feeling?

Plan put his phone down, but picked it up again in less than a second and refreshed it. There was still no message, and the messages were still read but not replied.

Then, Plan started to look through their chat history. He didn't know how they ended up talking here, and there seemed to be no coherence.

Looking at the chat records, Plan's mouth corners couldn't help but rise again, a little bit of relief, a little bit of comfort, and a little bit of joy and happiness.

Involuntarily, Plan turned his head to look out the window. The sound of the drizzle falling on the roof, leaves, and pond seemed to be dancing.

The emotions began to slowly unravel, a little bit of impulse, a little bit of throbbing, a little bit of surge, and then a strong emotion swelled up, slowly filling up the entire heart and flooding the entire chest, from warm to hot and then to burning, almost like it was about to explode.

Missing you, overflowing with madness.

Plan was shocked by herself. This emotion was so strange and so overwhelming. She wanted to see Gawain more than ever before, to see him with her own eyes.

She wanted to see that face, she wanted to see the sly light in the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, she wanted to look into those eyes and then slowly approach to feel the heat and burning sensation emanating from his body, she wanted to rush into the pouring rain and hug that man tightly.

My heart is beating wildly.

Thinking, thinking——

Then, I couldn't control myself anymore.

Perhaps she had a thousand and ten thousand reasons to stay in Paris and only one reason to go to Monte Carlo, but this one reason was enough.

Plan opened his phone again and browsed through the chat history carefully. Even if the messages were read but not replied, even if Gawain might be on a plane to Monte Carlo and had switched to flight mode again, even if Gawain's phone might have fallen into the airport toilet and could never be seen again, it didn't matter anymore.

Editor, "Maybe I can go to Monte Carlo with my thesis..."

No! No no no, this is so pretentious, it gives me goosebumps.

delete.

Sincere, frank, and straightforward, why can't they be more honest, face their emotions calmly, and speak out their inner thoughts directly?

I took a deep breath, thought carefully again, finished editing in one go, and then, without looking at it again, I closed my eyes and clicked the send button.

Hold your breath.

Buzz! The phone vibrated.

reply?

Did the reply come so quickly? Wait, is it a spam message? Or some other message reminder? Or maybe a missed call reminder?

I opened my eyes and looked at the phone screen, and instantly my heart stopped beating.

She: "I want to see you. I want to see you in Monte Carlo."

He. "Okay."

One comes, one goes.

So simple, yet so straightforward, these plain words cannot fully express the surging and intense emotions, but they speak the truth in a simple and natural way.

In an instant, all the blood in the body rushed to the heart, and then exploded!

Just like fireworks, blooming all over the sky and the ground.

He said yes.

He said, okay.

It turned out that it was not that he had read the message but that he also seemed cautious.

After bravely extending the invitation but being rejected, he repeatedly considered his tone, he tossed and turned, he thought about how to continue the conversation, he was worried about the awkward atmosphere, he chose his words carefully, he... was actually waiting for her response, to show his respect like a gentleman.

I see!

My heart just rushed out of my chest and flew high. The happiness and joy that surged up in an instant leaped through my body and could no longer be suppressed.

She wants to see him.

He also wants to see her.

Such an idea entered my head, and then I could no longer control it. It took root, sprouted, and grew wildly, filling my entire head in a blink of an eye.

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Plan could no longer sit still. He hurriedly packed his books and computer and threw them all into his backpack. He used all his strength to suppress his excitement and excitement. He quickly left his seat, stood on tiptoe, and left quietly to avoid disturbing others' studies with his movements.

But, he couldn't control himself eventually. He walked faster and faster, and when he finally reached the door of the third floor, he couldn't help but jog.

Tap tap tap.

She pushed the door open, closed it again, and quickly went downstairs, thinking in her mind, plane? Train? How should she buy the ticket and how to get there?

Plan knew this was crazy, and she had never been so crazy in her life, but she didn't care -

On the contrary, she was now completely immersed in it, letting the madness run rampant in her chest.

Running, running all the way, it seems that if I run a little faster, I can fly with the wind.

Tap tap tap.

Tap, tap! The footsteps jumped quickly between the marble stairs, as if one could feel the rhythm of the falling raindrops playing a piano piece together.

Third floor.

Second floor.

First floor.

In a blink of an eye, I arrived at the lobby on the first floor. I let go and sprinted at full speed among the crowd of students coming and going.

Whoosh!

Pushing open the door on the first floor, raindrops mixed with the smell of earth hit his face, and the whole world became blurred, which made Plan pause for a moment.

But then, she saw a figure holding a dark red umbrella. The low-key yet brilliant color pushed away the gray all over the sky and the ground. Raindrops lingered on the umbrella, creating a hazy and enchanting red color. One could even clearly see the dancing footsteps of the raindrops.

The umbrella was slightly raised, and in the vague light, Plan saw a face, a face that was both strange and familiar. He even began to doubt whether he was dazzled. What he thought about during the day, he dreamed about at night. He had hallucinations because he missed her too much. His steps and heart both froze.

That face showed a smile, as if the whole world was brightened up, and then he said,

"Hey, surprise!"

It's him.

Gawain!

It’s him, it’s him, it’s him, it’s really Gawain.

Gawain actually appeared before his eyes like this.

This is not a dream, right?

Plan paused for a moment, but could no longer control himself. He dropped his backpack and ran wildly towards the man, crashing into his arms. With a jump, he hugged his neck tightly with both hands, buried his head in his shoulders, and took deep breaths.

Bang! A collision, a hug, and then the whole world surrounded her, graceful and gorgeous. Time just stopped for them.

(End of this chapter)