Wei Zhuolan stood up straight, looking like he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.
"Why? You don't know why? I told you on the first day of our blind date that I did all this for you."
Qin Ying tilted her head slightly and glared at him:
"Teacher Wei, you are a respectable teacher, not a hypocrite!"
Wei Zhuolan lowered his voice even more, with a sinister and stubborn tone that made people shudder:
"For you, I can do anything, Qin Ying, you owe me this..."
"Wei Zhuolan, why are you doing this? You're just staring at the glass flowers in the window..."
She suddenly lowered her voice, lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued patiently:
"But you can't see the person standing in front of you holding the real flower. If you hold something too tightly, it will break in your hands sooner or later."
"I don't care."
He took a half step forward, his chest heaving violently beneath his Zhongshan suit.
"As long as it's you, I'm willing to pick it up even if it's broken."
Qin Ying's expression was a little stiff. The wind blew up the strands of hair at her temples, revealing a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"Teacher Wei, have you ever thought... that what you're obsessed with might have been just a shadow in a story from the beginning to the end?"
She looked at the blue and white sheets fluttering on the clothesline in the distance, her voice so light that it seemed as if it would be scattered in the wind.
"One day when the story ends and you hold the broken pages on the ground, you will not only burn yourself, but also..."
She retracted her gaze and fell on Wei Zhuolan's face, her tone light:
"Let those who stay by your side also be covered in scars."
Wei Zhuolan suddenly grabbed her shoulders, almost rubbing her into his bones and blood with such force:
"I don't believe it! You're clearly here!"
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