Chapter 78: Smoke from the Kitchen Part 2
She stared at the dark corridor and the dark stairs behind Xie Zeyi without saying a word.
Xie Zeyi observed her expression and turned back to follow her gaze. "I was here during the day." After a moment's thought, he added, "The bathtub hasn't been used." Before leaving, he added, "No lady has visited us either."
She was enjoying her meal and was about to praise him when she suddenly heard these three goodbye words. It made her feel like she was a demanding and jealous girlfriend who had just started dating. She drank a mouthful of porridge and felt choked. But the food on the table was so delicious that she had no time to retort. She just watched Xie Zeyi walk away.
A hot bath washed away all the discomfort in my body, and I slept till dawn.
Suddenly, no one was there to help me dress and eat. Suddenly, I felt a little out of place. My mind wandered to the dining room. On the table sat a plate of foie gras and sausages and a cup of tea. I sniffed it closely, and it was sweet, still warm, jasmine tea. Just as I was wondering, I heard a sizzling sound of steam coming from the kitchen. I turned around to see no one was around, only a hand-cranked, semi-automatic espresso machine brewing coffee.
Outside, people were chatting, and a thin soprano voice came over and over again:
"...His father insisted that he go and help her with some physical work. I got mad at him, but he told me not to get angry. He handed me a cup of tea, and I burst out laughing..."
Then came the familiar Cantonese baritone: "Mrs. Zheng has such a good temper."
Holding the cup of jasmine tea, she pushed open the door in her slippers and ran into Xie Zeyi, dressed in black. He was standing on a footstool, meticulously installing a light bulb. When he saw her come out, he didn't seem surprised, but just asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"not bad."
At the bottom of the stairs stood a young woman, wearing a rose-purple velvet nightgown tied loosely with a belt. She had a head of loosely permed hair, which she was combing with a comb. She was chatting with Xie Zeyi in a casual, somewhat informal manner, and she was quite the beauty.
She gave the lady a friendly smile, and she immediately put on another bright smile: "Oh, thank you for waking up early today. My girlfriend is in Shanghai, and I'm going to accompany her to the party. Please turn on the lights, and feel free to ask Mr. Zheng to take off his clothes."
Chu Wang smiled and said, "That's not it..."
Xie Zeyi smiled and replied, "Ms. Zheng was worried. I'll fix it soon and take her out to play soon."
Mrs. Zheng asked with concern, "How long have you been in Shanghai?"
"Last night."
Mrs. Zheng saw her wearing a loose navy blue wool sweater and light gray silk trousers and said, "You look so elegant and beautiful in your clothes. You're a perfect match. I was thinking of introducing you to a girlfriend, but what a close call."
Chu Wang touched his forehead, smiled with difficulty, and nodded in agreement: "Mr. Xie is the one, generous and handsome."
It's always good for outsiders to praise a boyfriend or girlfriend, but only if they do it modestly. Mrs. Zheng was taken aback at first, thinking she was an outsider with strange manners. But after thinking it over, she couldn't help but feel that she had misunderstood their relationship, so she comforted herself by saying, "It's probably because they're in the ambiguous stage of their relationship, and they can't stand being talked about."
At this time, Xie Zeyi was making trouble and randomly praising her: "It is this Miss Lin who is both talented and beautiful. I am worthless and far inferior."
Her words were meant to distance herself from the matter, and with his words, it was like a young couple joking with each other in the morning. Chu Wang turned his head and glared at him, his teeth itching with hatred in his heart: "Mr. Xie, you are too polite."
Mrs. Zheng's hair was so tangled that every time she combed it, a bunch of it fell out. She stood downstairs combing it for a while, and the floor was covered with clumps of curls, like she was plucking wool.
So he frowned and called out, "Zheng Zongyi, where's my mother?"
A deep male voice came from inside: "Someone from my hometown is here, please come and have dinner."
"There are so many Nings in Ningwo, Guangdong," he said with a pout, "Zheng Zongyi, come and sweep the floor."
A burly man with a broom and dustpan came out and swept the hair away in no time, keeping his head down and not looking up.
Chu Wang smiled helplessly and thought: This "Wuxi Jing" family downstairs, although the man is not from Shanghai, he has been trained by his Shanghai wife to be easily influenced by others, which is quite interesting.
When Mrs. Zheng and Mr. Zheng returned to the house, she seemed to have been wronged and said lightly: "My hometown is also in Guangdong."
Chu Wang then remembered that Mrs. Zheng had accidentally scolded him as well. So he asked, "So how many relatives does Mr. Xie have?"
Xie Zeyi thought for a moment, then said with a firm smile, "Very many."
Suddenly she thought of his father's group of flamboyant concubines, and somehow it made her laugh. She couldn't help laughing and almost dropped the teacup.
"The coffee is probably ready. There's a box of Devonshire cream in the cupboard, why not try it?" Xie Zeyi tried the switch, and the light came on, finally allowing that handsome face to shine in the dark corridor.
He clumsily poured two cups of coffee, spilling even more on the stovetop. Because it was a wooden countertop, it suddenly stained, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't come out. Xie Zeyi stood outside, watching with a smile, but didn't seem to come forward to help.
"It can't be wiped off." After she spent a long time, she finally shared her years of experience.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
“‘Every failure is a learning experience.’”
"Oh, your Chinese has improved a lot in recent years."
"How can I not learn more Chinese to serve a Chinese lady?" Xie Zeyi was extremely humble.
She laughed and said, "No wonder Mr. Xie is fluent in multiple languages."
"The others are for making a living, but Chinese is my personal preference." After a serious thought, he added, "I've often heard that the charm of Oriental women lies in the living room and the kitchen. I've seen the living room, and the kitchen—I saw it today, too, and I want to see it more often."
She couldn't respond to this again, and almost wanted to throw the coffee-stained napkin at his smiling face. Thinking carefully, if it were a novice in the world of romance, he would have honestly stepped forward and snatched the napkin from the woman's hand from the beginning, conscientiously fulfilling the gentlemanly "serving the lady"; but because of this, the topic of further small talk was lost.
However, after the two of them finished their coffee in the kitchen, Xie Zeyi took the lead in washing the dishes, wiping off the water stains with a white cotton cloth and putting them back in the cupboard.
After finishing everything, I turned around and asked her, "Where do you want to go later?"
"I'm going to visit my workplace and buy some daily necessities if I see a store on the way."
"Yes. What's the address? I'll take you there. It's a good opportunity to familiarize you with the area."
"That's too much trouble. Does the Municipal Council also have a holiday on Saturday?"
"No."
“…”
What Chu Wang didn't know was that as soon as Mrs. Ge sent a telegram to the Municipal Council, before he even opened his mouth, his boss took the initiative and considerately granted him two days off.
Since he didn't say it, Chu Wang thought that this leave was specially requested, and he felt a little guilty.
But Xie Zeyi said without blinking, "If Miss San finds me an eyesore, then just treat me as a mere decoration, your driver to Shanghai. Just tell me your address, get off the car, and go."
The two of them took the elevator downstairs. They hadn't seen each other the night before, but now, at daybreak, they discovered that there was a table and chair downstairs, with a middle-aged man sitting there as a doorman. The man, seeing Xie Zeyi, beamed and called out, "Mr. Xie—" He then looked to his side and opened his mouth, unsure whether to address him or not.
"This Miss Lin is the landlord." Xie Zeyi said.
"Oh - good morning, Miss Lin!" the man said in an exaggerated tone.
She was paired up with someone twice in one morning, and she had no choice but to get in the car with Xie Zeyi.
Xie Zeyi patiently explained to her, "There are only two lights in this alley at night, but police from both countries often patrol it, so it's not a big deal."
It was daytime, and the narrow alley between the two exceptionally tall buildings, each competing for space, was somewhat dark. Long without sunlight and susceptible to moisture, the walls of both houses were covered in green lichen. With only two lights, it was hard to tell how to dim the light at night.
Police from both countries? She chuckled inwardly. Foreign police were so reckless about human life. Who didn't know about the "Regulations on the Punishment of Military Personnel in China"? British and American soldiers who committed crimes in China were punished by their own courts. If anything went wrong, the government would probably sell her out and make her help the British and American governments collect the profits.
So Xie Zeyi said, "If you get off work late, call me and I'll walk this section with you."
Chu Wang stared at her: "Auntie specifically asked you to take care of me?"
"A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman," Xie Zeyi lied calmly. He seemed to know she had nothing to say next, so he made small talk: "I don't think I'll have anything to do on Saturday. After you get familiar with the place, what would you like for lunch?"
Chu Wang found it quite funny: "...I just had breakfast."
"There's a new Tianjin restaurant that just opened up near Yuejie Road. It's pretty good. Want some duck tongue and radish soup?"
She really didn't want to be seen with him in public, so she said, "Let's go home and eat."
"Are you satisfied with the chef's cooking last night?"
"Did he also make the foie gras sausage this morning?"
"yes."
Chu Wang was quite surprised. "I thought Mr. Xie had a hard time living in Shanghai."
Xie Zeyi laughed, "Are you surprised that I'm still living an extravagant and wasteful life even though I'm down and out now?"
She was silent for a moment, "Mr. Xie, I think..."
"You're not hiring a cook, are you?"
"Perhaps my aunt has told you so, but I'm really not that squeamish. There's no need to hire a cook, a maid, or a housekeeper. The place isn't big, and I can do everything myself, which is quite comfortable."
"Okay." Xie Zeyi answered readily, but his smile still concealed a hint of distrust.
Before they knew it, the car had driven from Fu Kaisen Road to Yuejiezha Road. Numbers 63 to 67 were a rather unassuming six-story building, guarded by layers of security. Xie Zeyi had no choice but to park the car a hundred meters away.
The office building was closed on Saturday. Layers of iron fences were lowered, and it was strictly guarded. There were several tables outside, and two foreign old men were sitting there waiting for researchers from all over the world to report here.
The police reviewed her employment letter several times and finally put her in the iron fence and stood her in front of the two old men.
One of the old men had slanted eyes and pale blue pupils, as transparent as a cloudy glass bead, but the tip of his nose was very high, and he looked a bit Jewish; if Pinocchio could grow old, it would be him.
He carefully examined the letter of appointment through his glasses, then said, "You're in Group i. Monday morning at 9:30. Please don't be late."
As she listened, she thought: "It seems like the division of labor is clear. What exactly does Group i do?"
Should I let her figure out the mystery on her own?
He lowered his head and whispered, "I—ignite—is that it?"
"Haven't you memorized the confidentiality agreement?" The old man rolled his eyes at her, stamped the letter of appointment, tore it into two pages, and threw it into the stove at his feet to burn.
She was so curious.
Chu Wang stared at the stove and exclaimed: I thought foreigners couldn't stand the severe cold in southern China and used it to keep warm; who knew it could be used for two purposes and could also be used to destroy information.
After checking in, he turned back and found Xie Zeyi already out of his car, chatting with a few police officers. In just a few moments, the awkwardness and politeness seemed to have faded, and the British officers had already laid down their weapons and were talking to him about their families and girlfriends.
Chu Wang shook his head. It turned out Xie Zeyi was not only a natural at courting, but also a natural at socializing. If they chatted any longer, the confidentiality regulations these British soldiers had memorized would be completely invalidated.
Seeing her coming back, Xie Zeyi strode over; the British soldiers behind him had indeed misunderstood and immediately whistled from a distance.
I don’t know how many times this has happened today.
There was a department store nearby. Besides toothbrushes, soap, and towels, they also sold some women's products that were only available at import stores. He didn't act like a gentleman and lose his composure. He waited patiently outside while she took her time shopping. As soon as he saw her, he took the shopping bag from her and carried it to the car.
Starting the car again, Xie Zeyi continued slowly: If you don't want him to pick you up, you can take the tram from here to Limei Road in fifteen minutes, and then walk back to Fuxing Road in another ten minutes; or you can go to Wenlin Road and get off at the end of the alley on Fuxing Road.
After parking the car downstairs, Xie Zeyi took her from the front door through the winding old alley all the way to the tram stop. After walking back and forth, he asked, "Did you remember it?"
Hong Kong has direct access to trams and buses everywhere. This kind of ancient city planning always has many unreasonable aspects. Lin Zhi, who is used to finding his way on Google Maps, shook his head: "..."
Xie Zeyi replied with a good temper: "It's okay, let's go again."
After two trips back and forth, a whole morning passed.
"Remember?"
"almost."
"How much difference?"
"Thirty percent."
"It's okay. I'll remember it after walking a few more times. Are you hungry?"
After being dragged along to stretch her muscles in this winding old concession for a whole morning, she felt her stomach and had to admit, "I'm hungry."
“Tianjin cuisine?”
“…”
A long piece of duck tongue, smothered in a rich, milky broth, is tender and smooth. The two bones pop out of your mouth, leaving the remaining tongue meat melting in your mouth. You have to admit, duck tongue and radish soup is truly delicious. And you have to admit, while Xie Zeyi may appear to be accommodating, "I don't care what you do," he's actually plotting countless schemes, each one designed to sway you to his will. Even after you fall into his trap, you can't help but praise him: Mr. Xie is so thoughtful.
Next to the Tianjin cuisine restaurant, another Tianjin family opened a Cheeseland Coffee Shop. When Chu Wang passed by the window, he was surprised to find that they were selling the triangular bread that is commonly eaten in Hong Kong.
The two entered the store together, and Xie Zeyi was also quite surprised, "scone"
The shop owner was also surprised: "This is your first time here, right? Is there anywhere else in Shanghai that sells Sikong?"
Xie Zeyi smiled and said, "No, but I ate it at the Star Ferry Pier in Hong Kong before."
"Bluebird Cafe?" Chu Wang asked.
The Bluebird Café at the Star Ferry Pier is like a memory of Hong Kong in the hearts of young people.
Slightly narrowing his eyes, he said, "I haven't been there for a long time."
For a moment, she didn't know what memories of Hong Kong Xie Zeyi recalled. But for her, in just five years, the five letters "scone" were enough to evoke a lot of emotions in her.
It’s hard to say what kind of feeling it is.
Hong Kong had never been her home, and neither had this place. This was Chinese territory, yet it felt like a completely alien world within it. 1929 was completely foreign to her. She had affection for this place, but even more of it was fear.
Is this my hometown? Often, the fear this unfamiliar, scarred, and unknown place brought to her made it feel more like a foreign land. In this foreign land, she had no close friends, no one she could relate to.
There was a triangular vegetable market off the alley of Fukaisen Road. Xie Zeyi parked the car downstairs and asked her to go back and rest, while he walked back to the market.
She asked the concierge and learned that there was a small mailbox downstairs. When she checked the mailbox, Xie Zeyi took the lead in carrying all her things upstairs for her.
Each mailbox is marked with the resident's last name on a sticky note.
She borrowed a pen and paper from the doorman and added the character "Lin" next to the character "Xie".
I opened the mailbox with my key, and suddenly a pile of mail tumbled out. I took a quick look and saw that they were all invitations: cocktail parties, celebration banquets, Chinese and Western weddings, nightclubs... everything. From last year to this year, I had never opened a single one.
It seems that this person has lived here for so long but still doesn't know that there is a mailbox downstairs - I wonder how many people will be sad about this.
This man probably didn't hold a high position, yet he seemed to have more social engagements than anyone else. It was unclear whether it was due to the connections Mrs. Gottlieb had made early on, or perhaps it was his natural tactfulness that contributed to this. The British weren't used to this kind of social interaction, but this was China; if foreigners couldn't reach an agreement, he could definitely negotiate. His rapidly improving Chinese skills, his ability to speak the language of all sorts of monsters and demons, despite not knowing a single Chinese character, now seemed unnecessary.
There was another reason: he had a face that was impossible to dislike. Many young women tend to be obsessed with handsome men, and this man was also very polished and smooth, never causing any gossip. Who wouldn't like him in such a situation?
It's like a living passport that allows you to travel freely in the world of love and human relationships.
Even the Soviet children downstairs could not escape his clutches.
She had just taken the elevator upstairs with the letter, and before she could open the door, a little red-haired boy was peeking in. Seeing this unfamiliar face, he whispered a bunch of Russian, and she only understood "Thank you, Madam." She tried to explain in English, but the boy couldn't quite understand, which was really a headache.
The joke she had made to his American girlfriend two years earlier on the outlying island now seemed to come back to haunt her. She sighed, then suddenly remembered the triangular buns in the paper bag. She took out two and gave them to the little boy, finally sending him away.
There is a coin-operated public washing machine on each floor. I threw my washable sheets and pillowcases into the washing machine when I left home early in the morning. Now I take them out and bring them back to the room to dry. The moment I open the balcony door outside the bathroom, a burst of fragrance hits my nose.
There were several light grey Whiskey bone china plates placed outside, with drops of clean water in them, each of which contained five or six white jasmine flowers. There were six plates in total, more than thirty in total.
She was really surprised and shocked. She never thought that someone with such leisurely and elegant temperament would be Xie Zeyi.
After hanging the sheets, someone pushed the door open. When I returned from the bathroom, Xie Zeyi was carrying a slaughtered lamb into the room.
His clothes were neatly ironed and stylish, but the item in his hand was completely at odds with his overall temperament.
She walked out of the corridor and asked, "Aren't you going to hire a cook?"
"I will follow the Third Miss's instructions and naturally won't invite you."
"Mr. Xie can cook?"
Xie Zeyi smiled and said, "Miss San has already tasted my cooking."
She was a little surprised: "Is that the chef Huayang Chuanyang who never showed up, you?"
"Is it to your taste?"
"Very... delicious." Suddenly, she remembered that the other person had been kind, but not only had she not appreciated it, she had even accused him of being "extravagant." She was immediately slapped in the face, which was really not a good look. With an embarrassed look on her face, she asked again, "Because it's so delicious... I really can't imagine it."
“If you get used to being picky about food, anyone can eventually become a half-cook.”
She stared at the lamb in his hand and for some reason thought of a funny Scottish dish: "Europeans are quite prejudiced against offal. They hollow out the internal organs of all animals, whether chicken, duck, goose, sheep or cattle, and use the skeleton as a natural pot, in which they stew or bake with fruit and oatmeal. Every New Year's dinner, everyone gathers together to practice using knives and forks on the whole lamb, which is really lively.
Xie Zeyi laughed and said, "You seem to have some prejudice against my nationality."
In his raised right hand was a bag of mutton offal: "Here is a real gluttonous Chinese."
Chu Wang laughed to himself. A glutton isn't necessarily Chinese, but a good cook definitely isn't British.
The offal soup is stewed, the scallion and cumin lamb casserole and the lamb tripe buns are steamed, and the whole house is filled with fragrance. Even if you are not hungry enough, just smelling the smell is enough to wear down your will.
The battle in the kitchen was over. Xie Zeyi leaned against the door and took a look at the dozens of old invitations she brought with her, then threw them into the bamboo basket without hesitation.
She leaned against the wall of the corridor and tentatively called out, "Mr. Xie?"
"Um?"
"Have you found a new apartment?"
Xie Zeyi pretended to be sad, "Why do you think Third Miss dislikes me so much?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
Xie Zeyi smiled, "Mrs. Ge intends to pair you and me up."
"I know."
They were both silent for a while. She continued, "I know about my aunt. But why did Mr. Jiang do that?"
"I think it was my sister who asked him to entrust Mrs. Ge."
She was puzzled.
Xie Zeyi thought for a moment and said, "My father and I have been at odds for a long time. He wanted me to return to England to settle down, but I didn't agree with him, so he didn't agree with me either. I'm his only son, and my family is worried about him and me. If Mrs. Ge could persuade me about this, it would probably be the only way to ease the relationship between him and me." He turned his head and looked into her eyes, "Miss San, don't you know that you are Mrs. Ge's connection?"
With this explanation, she understood Mr. Jiang's intentions. However, she still had more questions about Xie Zeyi, from his nationality, from his history... So she asked carefully, "As I recall, if you're born in a British public hospital, you're considered a British citizen, right?"
Xie Zeyi knew what she wanted to ask and said with a smile, "Why do you have to come to Shanghai, huh?"
Without waiting for her to admit or deny it, he continued, "A few words won't convince anyone, not even myself. If there's a chance, I'll slowly tell you why."
She nodded.
He didn't say anything, and instead she fell into another kind of silence, which came from the history she knew.
If he had returned to Hong Kong, he would have been captured by the Japanese as one of the 100,000 British soldiers over a decade later. If he had stayed in Shanghai, he would have been thrown into a concentration camp eight years later. If he had returned to England, he would have been in France or North Africa. The likelihood of Xie Zeyi, less than thirty years old, surviving to this day was extremely low; even missing an arm or a leg might have been considered sheer luck. In this light, the divination in Yuen Long that day, predicting a lonely death, seemed somewhat plausible.
She knew Mrs. Ge was trying to match her with Xie Zeyi, and she knew her move was a brilliant one. Anyone who didn't know would have thought this Far East's premier financial center was a bustling, prosperous place filled with joy and peace. It was not like she hadn't read "Teahouse" and "Camel Xiangzi," nor had she heard of Shen Chongming and Jingminglou. To entrust her life to the Concession police, unpunishable by Chinese law, was a madwoman.
Just when she had no relatives or friends and no one to rely on, Xie Zeyi met all her requests: he took care of her food, daily life, and the safety of her family, and he was reliable.
Even if she didn't want to, it didn't matter; Xie Zeyi knew the consequences of a young woman going in and out of dark alleys alone, and he couldn't just abandon her.
She had to admit that at this moment, she really needed Xie Zeyi.
Her liking for Xie Zeyi was the same feeling she had for Mrs. Ge, and it had nothing to do with love—it was a genuine, heartfelt admiration, transcending the identity of the opposite sex. When the opposite sex appreciates the opposite sex, others tend to view it through tinted glasses.
Just like Xie Zeyi himself. He has his strengths, but women still view him through tinted glasses: either fascinated or utterly disgusted by his sophistication and glibness. Who would take the time to see his other virtues? How could a man like him have the leisure to cultivate over thirty white orchids by dripping water outside his window?
He is indeed interesting, and she is indeed boring. It is just like many Europeans choose their partners not based on appearance, but on whether a person has an interesting soul.
She liked this man, and now she needed him. Her reputation? Her adoptive father had already pretty much destroyed it; and if it hadn't, the neighbors had already misunderstood her over the past two days. As for the rest, whether it worked or not, Mrs. Ge would surely clear it up for her.
Why would she be so hypocritical and insist on asking others to move out, and then come three times a day to be rude and flattering to her?
"So is it possible for me to reconcile with my father?" Xie Zeyi unintentionally teased her again.
Although she knew he was joking, she still turned her head to look at Xie Zeyi, thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't understand love, and I have never tried to understand what is going on in the minds of lovers."
"Yes. I have a deep understanding of this."
"But Mr. Xie, from what I know about you—you're a natural at courting love. Perhaps you need a more charming and beautiful lady. Perhaps she doesn't necessarily have to be a British lady who would satisfy Sir Xie and who is also willing to stay in Shanghai. That's too demanding. But I don't think she's the right one for you."
Xie Zeyi listened carefully and suddenly asked, "What if you and I get engaged?"
She shook her head and asked with a smile, "What benefits can you get?"
Xie Zeyi still asked, "What kind of benefits?"
"You need a relationship." She tilted her head and looked at him seriously. "And you think so too, right?"
Xie Zeyi smiled at her stare. "No one has ever asked me this question so seriously. After today, I realized that this kind of question can be so thought-provoking."
Chu Wang thought carefully and answered seriously, "I don't think we will fall in love. So whether Mr. Xie thinks we are suitable or not, I welcome you to continue living in the apartment on Fuxing Road. No matter what my aunt's considerations are for tying my life and property to you, I don't think she will harm me. But this is just my suggestion - whether you want to stay or not is still up to you, Mr. Xie."
Xie Zeyi smiled in his heart: After going through so much trouble, it turned out that after weighing the pros and cons, he thought it would be more beneficial for her if he didn't move, so he persuaded him to stay.
You're asking me to stay, but in reality, you're drawing a line in the sand. You're too rational, and I need love. We're not on the same path, so please don't have any undue expectations of you—and you assume I won't have any undue expectations either.
Once you realize this, you admit that you still need me.
What kind of rational mind would come to this conclusion?
Suddenly someone rang the bell downstairs and the doorman came to ask for Miss Lin because they were building a road beyond the boundary.
After saying that, she opened the door and walked out with the coat in her hand, putting the coat on as she walked. The high collar covered her white neck.
The two red moles are gone.
At first, he wanted to politely decline her offer with his usual polite and polite words, something like, "I'm staying at the Municipal Council temporarily and will leave as soon as I find a new apartment. No matter how many things I have to do, Miss San is my top priority." Or, "For no other reason than that a man's upbringing tells him to always serve women. Is that okay?"
But he suddenly changed his mind.
He hadn't thought much of it before, but now, he suddenly had an idea he hadn't thought of before—he wanted to see what it would be like if this person really fell in love one day. (m.)138TXT
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