"But this year, it's autumn again, and the ground is still covered with fallen leaves, but I no longer have the heart to pick them up. I suddenly realized that I like doing something not because of the thing itself, but because of that person."
“When I was little, girls had all sorts of dreams and fantasies about what their future husbands would be like. But I never fantasized. I always felt that everything in my dreams was not as beautiful as the man in front of me. The person I wanted to marry was just like the man in front of me.”
"But in the end, I didn't get to wait for him to come and marry me. I thought about many possible endings, but I never imagined it would be like this."
An Yuan'er slowly poured out her heart and longing, and Lan Jingtang was a very good listener.
While he was insanely jealous of someone, he quietly listened to the girl's innermost thoughts.
Between her and him, there are too many memories of growing up and the purest memories of their youth. These memories alone are something that Lan Jingtang cannot insert or surpass.
He also longed for the girl in his heart, but tragically, he didn't even have the slightest chance to try. And he was fully aware of this.
When An Yuan'er's face was covered in tears, Lan Jingtang handed her a handkerchief.
"Don't cry. I feel sorry for you..." Lan Jingtang stopped midway through his sentence and changed his words, saying, "Yi Chenli probably doesn't want to see you cry."
Taking the handkerchief, An Yuan'er began wiping herself with abandon.
"I cry too much, it's ugly."
Lan Jingtang was amused by the girl's cute and charming appearance. She was such a crybaby, even her crying was endearing and too cute to bear.
He sighed, and the words he had been holding back for a long time finally came out: "Xiao Yuan'er, I know you have questions you want to ask me. Since you haven't asked yet, I can only rush here to tell you myself."
“An Yuan’er, I know you’re worried about my feelings and have been thinking about how to bring it up. Unfortunately, no matter how you bring it up, I won’t be happy. Because as long as you don’t like me, I won’t be happy.”
Lan Jingtang revealed the words that had been standing between the two of them.
"But even if I'm unhappy, there are some things I feel I should at least tell you. Yi Chenli told me not to tell you, but I... don't want you to have any regrets."
Upon hearing this name from Lan Jingtang, An Yuan'er shuddered and asked, "You really are hiding something from me. Ali isn't dead, is she?"
The girl suddenly became very agitated, and she jumped up from her seat.
"In the northern suburbs of Shengjing, he will leave in a brown carriage this evening. If you go there now, you should still make it in time. I think you can ask him some questions yourself."
As soon as Lan Jingtang finished speaking, the girl in front of him didn't pause for a moment. She rushed out with the wind in her step, filled with urgency and longing.
At that moment, Lan Jingtang saw in the girl's eyes a vitality and energy that he hadn't seen in her eyes for the past month.
With just that one sentence, the girl seemed to come back to life.
The person in front of me is gone, but the teacup opposite me is still hot.
Lan Jingtang clutched his chest, feeling the spreading pain. The girl's expression didn't lie; it turned out that some things truly could only be given by specific people, and no matter how well others gave them, it was all in vain.
Sanqi emerged from behind, her eyes filled with confusion: "Master, how could you...?"
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