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That evening, looking at the balance on her bank card, Ye Wenyu was very happy. She took the initiative to send Lin Tingfeng a voice message, asking if he was free so she could meet him.
At that time, Lin Tingfeng was working in the group's office. Because his home was like a cold cellar, he became a workaholic, spending long hours in the office, treating the office as his home and his home as his office, and was always the last to leave work every day.
Upon seeing the private message from Ye Wenyu, Lin Tingfeng held his phone, hardly believing his eyes. Since she was hospitalized a few months ago and he confessed his feelings to her, only to be firmly rejected, he had, like a gentleman, respected her decision and hadn't contacted her again. Unexpectedly, several months later, she took the initiative to contact him, requesting to meet.
What is this girl up to?
Lin Tingfeng leaned back in his office chair, his once calm heart now churning with a mix of emotions. For the past few months, although he had forced himself not to see Ye Wenyu, not to call her, and not to bother her with WeChat messages, he had thought of her every single day and every moment.
Love arises without warning, and deepens with time. Night after night I sit waiting for the longing to end, but it never does.
The sorrow of unrequited love is as boundless as the inky night outside the window.
That's how it is when one person falls in love with another. They can never forget each other, reliving the details of their first meeting over and over in their memories. Every time they meet, what she wears, what she says, how the wind blows her hair, the shocked look on her face when she looks up at him, the angry look on her face, the curious look on her face when she raises her eyebrows, even the discomfort on her face when her eyes are red. Like paintings, they replay one by one in his mind.
It was so real and clear, as if he could reach out and touch her face.
Often, she would appear pale and preoccupied, remaining silent, her thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, yet her large, watery eyes seemed to speak volumes, causing him heartache and distress.
He hadn't forgotten her for a moment; it was as if a thread had grown in his heart, one end of which was in her hand. On the surface, he neither met nor contacted her, remaining calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. He could casually say he'd forgotten her and then not contact her, showing no sign of being hurt. In reality, only he knew how deeply his heart was etched in her memory.
Now, she has finally agreed to see him. I wonder what it's about?
Has she finally come to her senses, realized his good qualities, and is willing to reconsider his suggestion and be with him?
Lin Tingfeng himself couldn't believe the reason, but he still held onto hope and replied to the private message, "I'm free, I'm free right now." He even became excited because of this speculation, as if the blood in his body was roaring and rushing, and a heart that had been forcibly silenced began to stir again, and hope rose again in his heart, like the sun slowly rising in the morning.
After sending the private message, I regretted it a little. My face flushed. I'm so old, yet I sent such a nonsensical private message. It was so unreliable of me.
He wanted to retract the private message, but it was too late, and he could only regret it.
Ye Wenyu's private message came quickly. She didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his message. She wrote to him, "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."
Lin Tingfeng smiled, glanced at the pitch-black sky outside, and a gentle light filled his eyes. He replied to her, "It's getting late. It's not safe for a little girl to run around outside. I'll come to your school to find you. I'll leave now and be there in half an hour. See you at the South Gate." Then he got up and left the office, hurriedly drove his car out of the underground garage, and sped straight to Q University, wishing he could sprout wings and see her in the next second.
Ye Wenyu hesitated for a moment, then remembered that her purpose was to return the money to him. She quickly changed into clean clothes, estimated the time he would arrive, and went to wait for him at the South Gate.
Once he pays back his money, the two of them will have no further contact. This should be the last time they see each other in their lives!
Half an hour later, when Ye Wenyu arrived at the South Gate, Lin Tingfeng had not yet arrived. She stood under a camphor tree and waited for him. A crescent moon hung in the sky, like a curved eyebrow, its light like water. A southerly breeze blew from afar, like cool stream water, ruffling her long hair and skirt. Ye Wenyu felt relaxed and happy, because she would soon repay Lin Tingfeng, and from then on, she would be free of debt.
Carrying heavy burdens is too tiring; life would be so much easier without them.
Lin Tingfeng arrived on time. He drove straight to her, rolled down the window, and said, "It's too hot. Let's talk in the car. I'll treat you to ice cream."
She stood under the tree, with a bright moon overhead, its light like a colorful drizzle. She seemed to be standing under that moonlight rain, breathtakingly beautiful.
Lin Tingfeng gazed at her, feeling a surge of tenderness welling up inside him.
Ye Wenyu shook her head, thinking to herself, "How could I give you a chance to treat me? I'll just return the money and leave." Lin Tingfeng had no choice but to find a parking space and park his car.
Seeing her calm, still eyes, I knew my hopes would likely be dashed, so it was best not to hold onto them. As the saying goes, "Without hope, there is no disappointment."
He walked up to her, looked down at her, and was dressed in all black, a black shirt and black trousers. His back was as straight as a plumb bob. Ye Wenyu stood in front of him like a petite rabbit. She thought to herself, this man always dresses so well and appropriately, he never makes a mistake.
Lin Tingfeng smiled at her and said, "Then, go for a walk. It's too hot standing here like an idiot." His tone was as gentle as silk.
Ye Wenyu nodded, and the two walked side by side on the tree-lined avenue of the school. It was lined with sycamore trees. Ye Wenyu recalled that in her previous life, she and Lin Tingfeng had also walked on this tree-lined avenue, and she was filled with mixed emotions.
She thought to herself, "How terrifying! Every time I see Lin Tingfeng, all the past memories flood back to me, as if I'm trapped in a net and can never start over. So I should just return the money to him as soon as possible and then run away."
The past is not like smoke; it is like vines in a garden, which unknowingly climb up the wall and then fill the whole house.
Therefore, she cleared her throat and said to Lin Tingfeng politely but somewhat formally, "Mr. Lin—"
Lin Tingfeng was stunned. She started calling him President Lin again! This was truly an annoying and hateful title. It was as if, with that one word, an invisible giant hand had stretched the distance between them far apart.
He composed himself, pointed to a huge, deep blue flower not far away, and asked Ye Wenyu, "What kind of flower is this?" The flower was very large, as big as a basketball, but it was exceptionally beautiful.
Ye Wenyu glanced at it, raised her eyebrows, and said to him with slight surprise, "You don't recognize this?" That would be rather ignorant.
Lin Tingfeng was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I don't know much about botany. A person's time and energy are limited, and it's impossible to know everything."
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