"It only has one na, called the Wish Ring, but it’s not effective," Su Ziceng leaned against the car seat and said to the driver, "Drive." She spun it countless tis last night, making countless wishes. Her only wish was, was that...nothing matters anymore. Shouldn’t waste hope on... pointless things anymore, never waste it again.
"The ring is pretty," Yan Wuxu continued weakly, the more normal Su Ziceng tried to appear, the more uneasy she felt.
The car drove towards Kelly Won’s College, and after a while, the Ferrari restarted its engine, and Chang Chi sat in the passenger seat, her face flushed with embarrassnt.
After arriving at Daoquan University, Hang Yishao had just entered his dormitory when he saw Fei Qing sitting on his bed. Since that yacht incident last ti, Fei Qing hadn’t heeded his advice and went looking for Shang Yin several tis afterwards.
"Brother, was I not wrong last ti, doesn’t that settle it?" Fei Qing pleaded with a distressed face; he failed several subjects last sester, and he had to retake them at the start of this year, inevitably needing Hang Yishao to co up with so ideas.
"Shang Yin has so many connections, why don’t you seek his help," Hang Yishao knew he seed to forget pain once the wound healed, but still didn’t forget to drop a few sarcastic comnts.
"Hey, why are you acting like a nagging woman, let’s drop it, just help out, if Daoquan University kicks out, my old man will skin alive, look, I heard Armani got so new ties in, let’s have a look!" Fei Qing pretended not to see Hang Yishao packing up, dragging him all the way out.
"Just say you want to accompany you to pick clothes," Hang Yishao was pulled by Fei Qing to Zone 3, and saw the lad grab several new clothes, trying them on nonstop.
"Mr. Hang, take a look at these new arrivals," the sales ladies saw two distinguished young masters and circled around them, showing off the newly arrived ties and clothes.
"I already have this one, this color is nice," Hang Yishao moved aside a light red tie and his eyes landed on a grey tie, a light grey color, quite suitable for business occasions. This year, he specifically took fewer classes, allowing him more opportunities to attend large occasions on behalf of his father.
"Mr. Hang has really good taste, just a few days ago, Miss Su from the Su Family also took two," the sales lady promoted vigorously.
"What, Su Ziceng took them?" Fei Qing, who just changed his clothes, strutted pristinely in front of Hang Yishao: "Then pick another one, she sends Valentine’s gifts every year, finally chose sothing suitable this year, last year you said she gave you what, a femininely breathy ring? This year’s gift is quite all right, you just make do and accept it."
"Then another one," Hang Yishao picked a red and black striped one, compared it against his chest, and glanced again at the glazed grey tie, he still preferred that one.
Until after 8 p.m., these two top bachelors from Daoquan University had no plans on Valentine’s Day, and ended up idling in their dorm room.
"I an...neither Su Ziceng nor Chang Chi asked you out?" Fei Qing filled the entire dorm room with the sll of smoke, asking while exhaling smoke.
"No," Hang Yishao irritably opened his shirt buttons, his addiction to smoking was not that severe, but the pervasive sll in the room had agitated him. "And you didn’t ask anyone out either?"
"I’m tired of won lately," Fei Qing forgot to exhale smoke, resulting in a choking fit: "Especially the won Shang Yin brings, along with those other items, each one like a fem fatale, nearly drained dry."
"Stop pretending to be chaste, who was it back then who complained Yan Wuxu was like boiled cabbage, tastelessly bland," Hang Yishao thought about Yan Wuxu and Su Qingchang’s affair, wondering if he should tell Fei Qing, and decided it was better not to say anything.
"Enough about the past. Let’s make a bet, before 9 o’clock, Su Ziceng will definitely call," Fei Qing was sowhat interested. He didn’t know that Su Ziceng had not been in contact with Hang Yishao for almost a month.
"She hasn’t called recently," Hang Yishao said, his voice deepening and his gaze becoming more profound.
"Why, maybe it’s real with Chang Chi and Su Ziceng knows it’s difficult," Fei Qing ntioned the most unlikely possibility.
"Impossible," both laughed at the sa ti; Fei Qing tossed a cigarette to Hang Yishao, who also lit one but didn’t smoke it.
In the swirling smoke, Hang Yishao no longer felt the smoke stinging his nose. People tend to beco numb to things when imrsed for long enough.
The clock struck 9, then 10, the night silently passed, Hang Yishao’s phone repeatedly received several Valentine’s greetings from won, until 11:59 p.m., Chang Chi also sent a romantically charged ssage. She originally wanted to spend Valentine’s with Hang Yishao but accidentally failed a subject last sester, so she had to diligently study in her dorm room.
At midnight, Fei Qing, after downing several bottles of beer, fell asleep on the table.
Hang Yishao stood on the dorm balcony, he burned several cigarettes, without putting them in his mouth, the glowing embers turned to bits of ash, his fingers flicked lightly, and the ash scattered, creating a wave of gloom in his heart.
This night, Su Ziceng still hadn’t called; he rembered that morning, her face buried behind the car window, a belated surge of impulse rose, he wished to turn her face towards him, wondering what her expression was at that ti.
Su Ziceng hadn’t slept all night, on Valentine’s night, she pretended to be busy, selecting classes for this sester with Yan Wuxu. Su Ziceng didn’t smoke, so the only thing she could do was twirl the Wish Ring with her fingers, again and again, until her finger edges felt the tallic heat. This was how she spent one night, no matter how difficult the night was, it would still pass eventually. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to vote for it at Qidian (qidian) with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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