Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhuang Nainai froze, her mind blank. Her eyes bulged, then reddened, as she stared at the piece of paper.
It was a red-colored document — Beijing University’s notification of admission into the design faculty’s fashion design major.
The name on it was… Si Zhengting.
Her heart clenched in an instant, and her mouth grew dry. It was as if she had been struck by lightning, and she now froze where she was.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she opened her eyes wide and stared at him. “This, this…”
“That day, when you asked to break up with me, I know I agreed. But I had the feeling that you were doing it out of spite and that you would regret it, so I went to change my college application form,” Si Zhengting slowly explained as he slipped his hand into hers.
Thereafter, she had wholeheartedly taken care of her mother without caring a single bit for him. It was as if the break-up had had no impact on her, and he had thus gone overseas out of spite and due to his disappointment in her.
As Zhuang Nainai listened to Si Zhengting’s explanation, she felt something melting in her heart.
So, he had been the one who had lowered his dignity in this relationship, not her.
For the first time, she felt how deep his love was for her. It was so deep and strong that it seemed unbelievable to her.
He had been cold and unfeeling during their high school days, and she had pursued him for two entire years. It had not been until their third year when she had been about to give up that he had agreed to her advances.
At the thought of this, Zhuang Nainai curled her fists into a ball.
She was at a loss for words, but she felt her eyes growing wet, and something warm began flowing down her cheeks.
She curled her lips and pressed her mouth together tightly, trying to stop herself from choking from her tears.
And then a shadow fell across her. It was him, him who was now raising his hand to wipe away her tears.
In this moment, he knew he had to say something emotional and sweet to touch her and make her stay.
Yet, with his sort of personality, he found himself moving his lips without saying anything. He was still unable to simply tell her that he loved her and wanted her to stay.
He held her hand as he showed her all the happy memories they had before.
He had kept every single bit of their time together. It was obvious from the yellowing photographs, rose petal bookmarks, and co-created drawings that he truly cherished them both.
Zhuang Nainai’s heart was moved.
Even though he had never said to her that he liked her, she never knew that he liked her… this much.
The whole room was filled with their happy memories, and even the memories that she had suppressed in her head were now flowing freely, sucking her in.
She stood in the room for two hours straight, and it was only afterward that he held her hand and brought her out.
“You’ve just gotten out of the hospital. Don’t stand around for too long; sit down and rest for a bit.”
Si Zhengting settled her down on the sofa in the living room, then brought out some soup that the housekeeper had made earlier.
Zhuang Nainai drank a few mouthfuls, then looked at Si Zhengting. Su Yanbin and Lin Xi’er were now watching the television in the living room. He, on the other hand, was answering a call on the balcony, seemingly attending to work.
Her gaze followed his face and rested on his side profile.
The sunlight was shining on his face, giving it a golden veneer. As she continued watching him, a phrase suddenly came to mind: all is well.
