Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Were we just acquaintances? Were we friends? If we were friends, why did I write her anonymous letters after I joined the army?
Gu Yusheng slightly frowned but still managed to look casual. “Are we just acquaintances? I thought we were friends.”
If she had not met him three years ago, she would not know he had already forgotten her. Back then, she had really thought he had wanted her in his world, until later, when she learned that he had given her a fake phone number. It was then she had realized he had never wanted her in his world.
To her, their meeting was the chance of a lifetime. To him, their meeting was just a random chance meeting.
At this moment, he suddenly asked her if they were friends.
What answer does he expect?
Qin Zhi’ai had waited for him for many years and searched for him for as many. He had stood her up twice in the past. She had agreed to go out with Nuannuan for him even when she had painful menstrual cramps. She had watched him from a distance and was there for him for three days and nights by herself without food when Gu Yusheng had lost his parents.
She had wanted to do these things for him. She had been happy to do these things for him.
Qin Zhi’ai felt bad for herself. She tried to suppress it, but she curled up her lips, looked up at Gu Yusheng, and responded, “How could we have been friends? I’d only met you a few times when I hung out with Nuannuan.”
She had, in fact, met him 28 times. She remembered the number clearly. Eight of those times, he had never even looked at her; seven times he had glanced at her but treated her as a stranger; and six times, he had nodded to greet her and they had chatted.
“And most of the time, we never talked.” Qin Zhi’ai gave him a bright smile despite how sad she was inside.
She loved him as always; however, only she had played an hysterical role in this love drama. She loved fiercely, but in a secret way.
She loved him, but she was the only one touched by her love. Gu Yusheng did not sense her love and was not touched by it at all.
Qin Zhi’ai suddenly thought of Xu Wennuan’s line for some reason, “Steamed buns taste the same, but Wu Hao is not the same guy anymore.”
Gu Yusheng, did you know I have loved you for a long, long time. It has been so long that I don’t even want to remember those times. You were who you were, while I was who I was.
“Oh, I see.” With a faraway look on his face, Gu Yusheng seemed to be stuck on a very complex problem.
Qin Zhi’ai remained quiet and sad as Gu Yusheng talked about old times. Her stomach grew extremely upset, and she suddenly needed to throw up. Covering her mouth to suppress it, she pushed the car door open with one hand and quickly jumped out. She ran to the trash can by the curb and started to vomit as she supported herself with one hand against a tree.
As Gu Yusheng realized what was happening, he frowned, looked in the rearview mirror, and saw Qin Zhi’ai throwing up in the trash can.
Concerned, Gu Yusheng frowned harder, pushed the car door open, and quickly got out of the car. He strode to Qin Zhi’ai, asking, “What’s wrong?”
