"Well..." Yan Gui chuckled, touching his nose, his tone unusually hesitant and guilty, "You're right, and you're wrong."
"What do you mean by 'right' and 'wrong'?" Feng Guang looked up and glared at him. "You were clearly pretending to be a fortune teller to fool me. Hey, Yan Gui, I can tell you right now: you're not interested in blind dates, and I'm even less interested in them. Even if you don't play the fortune teller trick, I'll still find a way to escape."
Yan Gui casually replied, "Hmm, how to escape from the men's restroom..."
Feng Guang blushed. Climbing out of the men's restroom window was indeed not a glorious thing. What she never expected was that she did it in front of Yan Gui. If she had known that Yan Gui was her blind date, she would never have entered the men's restroom in front of him!
Seeing her huffing and puffing, Yan Gui found it inexplicably amusing. He sighed and said in a very kind tone, "Don't worry, Miss. Let's keep the matter of going into the men's restroom a secret. I won't tell anyone."
“If you dare tell anyone else…” Feng Guang threatened him with narrowed eyes, “then I’ll tell everyone about your charlatan-like practices!”
"I can understand if you say I'm a charlatan, but what's with this shamanistic ritual?"
"In short, all the charlatans and sorcerers are just fortune tellers. I won't say more than one thing at the time. I'm not distorting the facts."
"They can perform shamanic rituals, which seems to be something done by people like sorceresses, right?"
"Then it's even more ridiculous that you've taken over the job of the fortune teller."
Yan Gui sighed and rubbed her forehead, seemingly troubled and troubled, saying, "How come I never realized that Miss was so quick-witted?"
“It’s not too late for you to realize this now.” Feng Guang took a step into the flower shop, then turned back and said, “Yan Gui, let me make this clear to you. That day you were pretending to be a fortune teller to escape a blind date, and I was climbing out of the window to escape a blind date. So neither of us has wronged the other. You have to forget about this blind date too.”
"My memory has always been very good..."
"Hmph, you can't forget, and you have to forget!" Feng Guang closed the flower shop door without even saying goodbye and went straight into the shop.
Yan Gui glanced at Feng Guang's back as she picked flowers through the glass door, and smiled helplessly. But when he saw the bouquet of bright flowers in her hand, his smile gradually faded.
He was so engrossed in his conversation with Fengguang that he almost forgot about the problem that had been bothering him for a long time.
When Feng Guang came out after buying the flowers, Yan Gui had already left. She felt a little awkward, but she didn't pay much attention to it. After arriving at school, she gave the flowers to Mu Xun. Mu Xun immediately burst into tears, wailing that this was the first time she had ever received flowers in her life. This attracted everyone's attention, and Feng Guang had to quietly distance herself from Mu Xun, pretending that she didn't know her.
Even in college, Feng Guang didn't have many friends, so she wasn't sentimental about graduating. Instead, Mu Xun dragged her to take many photos in various corners of the campus. In the end, Feng Guang couldn't take it anymore, so at dusk, she chose to go home and let Mu Xun take photos by herself.
In the evening, the sun's rays are a hazy yellow, and without the intense heat of the sun, one can only feel a sense of tranquility and comfort.
As Feng Guang took out her phone to call the driver to pick her up, she caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the bench by the fountain out of the corner of her eye—it was Yan Gui.
Yan Gui's aura was somewhat off; he sat there alone, his back view looking extremely lonely and forlorn.
Adhering to the principle that your pain is my pleasure, I walked over in a daze and even asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"
Immersed in the inexplicable atmosphere, Yan Gui looked up and saw Feng Guang. He then tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "Miss, we meet again."
To run into each other twice in one day, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it fate.
Fengguang sat down on the other side of the chair and asked, "What's wrong? You seem quite sad? Hmm... you haven't given away your roses yet."
"Young Miss, do you think this bouquet of flowers is pretty?"
Objectively speaking, the scenery is "not bad."
"Then I'll give it to you as a rose, okay?" In the twilight, Yan Gui's face seemed much more perfect and gentle.
She was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
Although she had never received flowers, she knew what roses represented.
Yan Gui smiled and asked, "Young Miss, how do you feel about me?"
"I hate it." Those two simple and decisive words were the answer without hesitation.
Yan Gui wasn't sad at all; instead, she laughed and said, "How about we elevate our dislike to something else and turn it into liking it?"
"...Are you confessing your feelings to me?" Feng Guang was especially unsure of the meaning behind his words.
Yan Gui's gaze fell into the distance, and even his eyes seemed to be tinged with the warm twilight. He was quiet for a moment, then suddenly said softly, "I think I've reached the age where I need a girlfriend."
"You mean... you've reached the age where Five Fingers Girl needs to retire?" Feng Guang said this without even blushing.
Yan Gui paused, his brow twitching, and said directly, "I need a girlfriend to settle down with. Just tell me if you're willing to be one. If not, I'll try harder."
A thought struck her, but she didn't show it on her face. She didn't look at him, but gazed at the sunset and said, "If it's because your Five Fingers Girl is retiring..."
"Don't worry, I, Five Fingers Girl, will never give up." Yan Gui's reply was full of helplessness.
“Then I can consider it…” Feng Guang glanced at him, took the flowers from his hand with great restraint, suppressed the corners of her lips from turning up, and said awkwardly, “Alright, I’ll reluctantly agree to your request.”
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