The night was dense like thick ink, with few stars under the bright moon, and light cloud feathers like veils gently swaying in the starry sky, while the evening breeze softly brushed through the treetops, carrying a hint of chill in the near-deep autumn night.
Perhaps what intoxicates isn’t the moonlight, but the thoughts of the girl under the moonlight.
Jiang An suffered from insomnia, quite frankly because she couldn’t stop thinking about Dr. Gao, so the next day, burdened with heavy dark circles, she got up early to et Xia Zi to submit their registration forms.
When they arrived at the registration, the class leader had already collected a stack of forms. Seeing them rush over hastily, she briefly checked the information they filled out to ensure its accuracy before submitting it, her gaze quickly scanning the neat handwriting of the girl, then suddenly pausing at the marital status column. The class leader couldn’t help but open her mouth wide in confusion and asked, "Jiang An, when did you get married?"
Breathless, both looked up at the class leader’s question. Xia Zi thought she misheard; their Anan has been solo since birth, how could she possibly be married? She could not help but smirk and said, "Class leader, what kind of joke is that?"
Jiang An, who was standing aside and had caught her breath, felt incredibly panicked. Initially, she filled in ’unmarried,’ but she had indeed legally married Dr. Gao, so she changed it to ’married’ uncomfortably.
The class leader pointed at the form in Jiang An’s column and asked, "Did you fill this out by mistake?"
Xia Zi was also shocked to see the words "married," her eyes wide as saucers, as she snatched the registration form from Jiang An, both stupefied, their scrutinizing gazes enveloping Jiang An.
They both seed to be waiting for Jiang An to deny it, but contrary to expectations, Jiang An did not refute. Perhaps realizing the awkward position she was in, the girl nodded and explained, "Yes, I got married, just registered it recently."
Xia Zi, who hadn’t seen her with a boyfriend throughout the four years of university, was absolutely stunned and found herself speechless on the spot. The adjacent class leader, after the initial shock, chuckled and teased, "Well, you really surprised us all by quietly getting married. Bring him over to et us soon." After the teasing, she was then called away by other staff, leaving a blushing Jiang An and a still petrified Xia Zi.
Jiang An noticed the dazed look in the eyes of the person beside her and understood Xia Zi’s feelings. As her best friend, not telling her even about her own marriage, Xia Zi naturally had mixed feelings.
Although they were in a combined Master-PhD program and studying for longer periods, there were a few in the class who had reached the legal age for marriage and were already wed, but Xia Zi never imagined that she would hear of Jiang An’s wedding news in such a manner.
So who was this man? How did they et? Did she really plan not to tell her at all? A flood of questions surged into her mind. Seeing this, Jiang An grabbed her arm, "Alright, alright, I’m sorry, okay? I’ll honestly confess."
Friends are to be coaxed, and if that fails, just act a bit sweet.
"Then confess, no, hurry bring that guy here to et . I want to see him." Xia Zi extended her hand and lightly tapped on Jiang An’s head, feeling like a parent whose child had grown up and beco independent.
Jiang An looked at her exasperated expression, and hearing her call him a "jerk," she couldn’t help but imagine Xia Zi’s reaction if she knew the "jerk" she was scolding was actually Dr. Gao.
"Let’s find another day; he’s quite busy with work." Naturally, Jiang An would not reveal to Xia Zi that her spouse was Dr. Gao, she excused herself with that reason.
Human curiosity is endless, "He’s already working? How did you two et? When did you start dating? How co you suddenly got married?" Xia Zi seed to have missed the main point of Jiang An’s words, focusing solely on prying into her life.
She wanted to know everything about that man now.
Looking at Xia Zi in front of her, who had turned into a "hundred thousand whys," Jiang An couldn’t help but smile, sowhat finding Xia Zi’s relentless questioning similar to the Gao Family after they knew she married Dr. Gao.
However, since Xia Zi already knew, Jiang An could only give her a dismissive answer, "We t at an event earlier, he is a few years older than , and we got along very well, so we got married."
Almost without exchanging a word, Xia Zi’s curiosity was piqued again. Energized, she was about to ask sothing else when Jiang An put a hand over her mouth, refusing, "All right, all right, I’ll introduce you to him after I finish these busy days."
This delaying tactic worked surprisingly well on the stubborn Xia Zi. She nodded, seemingly satisfied, but then suddenly thought of sothing, her mouth agape in surprise, she blurted, "Oh my God, it’s not Brother Wei, is it? Did you guys really get together?"
Thinking about Jiang An’s description, already working, several years older than her, and having recently married with good feelings, all the keywords linked together—wasn’t that Wei Yan whom she had been supporting all along? Could it be that they moved so fast and got officially married right after confessing that day? The imaginative Xia Zi was sowhat thrilled at this thought.
However, her excitent was imdiately doused by Jiang An’s denial, this made even less sense. If Jiang An had been involved with soone all along, did Xia Zi inadvertently ddle in her relationship by helping Wei Yan chase after Jiang An? Overwheld by too many thoughts and erging guilt, she felt a surge in her chest.
"I’m sorry, Anan, I didn’t know you were married and I tried to pair you up with Brother Wei."
Seeing Xia Zi’s drooping spirits, Jiang An’s lips curved into a gentle smile, reassuring her, "It’s okay, I already talked to Brother Wei that day. We’re just friends."
Now thinking about it, things seed to have beco a lot more complicated. Their plan for a secret marriage was completely blown— not only did the Gao Family know, but Jiang An’s classmates might find out too.
After a long ti adjusting, Xia Zi barely accepted this reality, and while walking suddenly realized a crucial question, "Is he handso?"
Jiang An: "..."
"Is he? Is he?" Being typically invested in appearances, she couldn’t escape this ultimate interrogation about looks, already eager to see what that man looked like.
Although Jiang An wasn’t extraordinarily beautiful, she was considered pretty. During college, she was even confessed to by a senior, but the naïve Jiang An, focused solely on her studies, had bluntly rejected him, a mont Xia Zi rembered as quite awkward.
Unable to withstand Xia Zi’s persistent nagging, Jiang An reluctantly nodded, Gao Chuan’s angular face, exquisitely perfect features, and always welcoming smile appeared in her mind; more than just handso, he was truly striking.
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