Fang Liucheng knew he had made a mistake, was willing to change, and was diligently pursuing Wen Nuan. His sincerity was evident to everyone, but Wen Nuan seed to be avoiding him, not spending much ti with him.
Her mother knew her daughter had liked Fang Liucheng for a long ti. She wouldn’t forget him easily. Seeing that Fang Liucheng was genuinely remorseful, her mother wouldn’t object if he treated Wen Nuan well in the future and they ended up together.
"Mom, we’ve grown up," Wen Nuan said with a smile. "You and Dad don’t need to be so obvious about it. Brother Liucheng and I probably won’t end up together."
"Why? Didn’t you like him very much?"
Wen Nuan lowered her head, unsure herself. Ye Feimo flashed through her mind, bringing a bittersweet ache to her heart. Then, thinking of Han Bi, her world suddenly seed to darken.
"Mom, don’t worry about . These things are too soon for to discuss. I don’t want to talk about it, so please don’t pressure . Let’s just let things be. Is your daughter really afraid of not finding soone?"
"Yes, yes, yes, we understand," Wen Nuan’s mother said. "I just think Liucheng is a good boy, and he’s devoted to you. After all, your dad and I watched him grow up; we know him inside and out. There’s nothing to fault him on. If you could be with him, Mom would feel at ease. Of course, if you don’t want to, Mom and Dad won’t force you. Your happiness is what matters most."
"Thank you for understanding, Mom. I love you the most," Wen Nuan said, smiling and kissing her mother.
"Go downstairs; they’re waiting. Your job is very busy, so co back often to eat with us. Don’t purposely avoid coming ho because of Liucheng, okay?"
"How could I dare?"
Fang Liucheng drove, and the group happily went out for their al.
Wen Nuan’s heart also lightened. She would find a ti to explain things clearly to Fang Liucheng. She didn’t want Ye Feimo, nor did she want Fang Liucheng. Her focus now was entirely on her career. Other matters could wait.
She wasn’t in the mood.
And she lacked the energy.
After lunch, the family went to Holiday Beach to play, staying until dinner ti. They had dinner near the coast and finally went to the cinema to watch a movie. Wen Nuan was happy all day.
The next day, Gao Chunmiao, a high school classmate, invited her to watch their high school’s sports et.
Their alma mater held a sports et every year. Wen Nuan didn’t have any appointnts and was just reading scripts at ho, so she agreed to go, also inviting Tang Mandong along.
They were all classmates from the sa high school class and had a particularly strong bond.
Wen Nuan’s emotional connection to her university was far less than to this middle school. She had spent her most beautiful teenage years here and experienced many shy, beautiful girlish stories.
The first ti writing a love letter, the first ti receiving a love letter, the first ti a boy asked her out, the first ti a boy boldly held her hand, and having a crush on her tall and handso male teacher.
Fighting with a senior for Fang Liucheng, ending up in the dean’s office. Competing in a basketball ga against a senior for Fang Liucheng, only to get hit by the ball and bleed from her nose. Fang Liucheng hugged her tenderly, comforting her, and she foolishly wished she would bleed more so he could hold her longer.
Throughout her entire middle school years, Wen Nuan’s world blood with vibrant life and bright sunshine.
She studied here for all three years of junior high and high school, forging exceptionally strong bonds.
Wen Nuan tied up her hair, wore a baseball cap, a white shirt, overalls, and white sneakers. She looked exactly like a high school student, nothing like the dazzling superstar she was on screen.
The chances of the public recognizing her weren’t high, but just in case, she pulled her cap low.
What she didn’t expect, however, was to see **Ye Feimo** speaking at the school’s sports et. It was uncanny.
She only found out after asking Tang Mandong that Ye Feimo was there to give a speech at the school today. After the principal’s opening speech for the sports et, Ye Feimo was also invited to speak on stage. It was then that Wen Nuan realized she and Ye Feimo had attended the sa high school.
Ye Feimo wore a sharp charcoal-gray suit, standing tall and straight on the podium. His voice was as cold and indifferent as ever, but every word seed to pierce through, straight into Wen Nuan’s heart.
His voice sent shivers down her spine.
Like tiny electric currents, they coursed through her limbs.
Ye Feimo’s figure, under the intricate strands of sunlight, appeared so tall and commanding. Wen Nuan’s vision blurred slightly. That night, they had gone up and down in the elevator, but he hadn’t said a single word.
She suddenly felt that the distance between them was vast.
Across the entire sports field, she was a spectator, watching from the outside, while he delivered his address from the podium, exuding a regal aura in his every gesture. Wen Nuan’s heart felt heavy. At this mont, she truly wished she and Ye Feimo were still in that elevator, going up and down. At least then, he would be right before her eyes, by her side, with his scent near, and she would feel at ease.
That small world of the elevator, with only them inside.
She could fully enjoy the feeling of him being near, sense his presence, and quell the restlessness in her longing heart.
*Ye Feimo, were you thinking the sa thing last night?*
Perhaps it was just her wishful thinking, but now, separated by hundreds of people across the sports field, by hundreds of ters, their distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.
Dust motes danced through the light beams, swirling in the sunlight, and her heart ached as if pricked by needles.
"Ah, Ye Feimo is our alumni!" Gao Chunmiao shrieked. Tang Mandong rolled her eyes. *Was she really that excited? Her brother also attended this high school.*
Wen Nuan suppressed the sadness and longing in her heart. To think they were alumni...
Alumni.
*Life, do you have to be so lodramatic?*
He was even her senior...
"Good heavens!" Wen Nuan muttered. She had never known that Ye Feimo attended the sa school as her. This was indeed a prestigious private high school. Wen Nuan, Tang Mandong, and Gao Chunmiao all ca from good backgrounds and had attended elite schools since childhood.
There were three private elite middle and high schools in A City, all offering continuous education. This particular one had the strictest discipline, and Wen Nuan hadn’t been very keen on entering it at the ti.
Based on age, when she first entered junior high, Ye Feimo would have been in his second or third year of high school. Soone as prominent as him would surely have been a popular figure in high school. How could she not have rembered him?
But she recalled that the popular figures in high school back then were Fang Liucheng and Tang Shuwen, not Ye Feimo.
Although she didn’t want to admit it, Ye Feimo seed to have better inherent qualities than Brother Liucheng.
This whole situation felt a bit fantastical.
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