Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

The teaching building is brightly lit.

Only the dim lights in the hallway swayed in the night wind.

"Qingxue, hurry up!"

Liu Yun kept urging Lin Qingxue, who had stopped in the corridor.

"The classroom is just ahead, why are you stopping here?"

She was a little anxious.

It's hard to say whether he wanted to review quickly or wanted to see Lin Qingxue meet someone soon.

I never expected that we would be so close to the classroom.

Lin Qingxue remained frozen in place.

This really worried Liu Yun!

"You go in first."

Lin Qingxue's eyes remained calm.

The corridor was bathed in a dim yellow light.

The coolness on her cheeks deepened.

"I'm going to the office to see the homeroom teacher."

After Lin Qingxue finished speaking, she turned around and walked away.

Liu Yun reached out from behind.

"Hey, no, why are you like this!"

"Can't we go later?!"

Lin Qingxue did not reply or turn around.

Liu Yun, standing behind, could only helplessly watch.

"I'll head back to the classroom now!"

Footsteps sounded and then faded into the distance.

He walked straight to the stairwell and stopped.

She leaned against the wall, her hand hanging at her side as she gently touched her pocket.

The dim light flickered.

It reflected most of her body.

It also faintly illuminated a corner of a postcard peeking out from the pocket of Lin Qingxue's school uniform pants.

Her eyes were lowered.

It's not that she's afraid to go in.

I haven't decided yet.

How should I send this letter?

I should say thank you for the hospital's help.

But we agreed to use today's questions to make up for it, no delays, no debts.

Should we use those things from our dreams?

That won't work either, since it's never happened before.

Was it to remind his father not to go to the Century New City construction site?

It seems possible.

If Dad really passes away, those things in my dream might actually happen.

Lin Qingxue dared not imagine what would happen if those things actually occurred.

Whether she can handle it alone is another matter, but there's the issue of her father's health, which will suffer from long-term effects.

It was enough to make Dad feel so guilty and self-reproachful that he broke down.

The whole family will be shrouded in gloom for many years.

Lin Qingxue was deep in thought.

I'm slowly getting an idea of ​​how to send this letter.

Okay... that's it...

Lin Qingxue's eyes were clear, and her unconsciously furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

She patted her pocket lightly and slowly straightened up.

Just as I was about to turn around and go back into the corridor.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the stairwell beside me.

Tap... Tap...

His footsteps were neither light nor heavy, as if he were hiding something.

Lin Qingxue suddenly paused.

clatter...

Until the very last soft sound.

The footsteps disappeared completely.

There was another person in the stairwell.

Lin Qingxue slowly turned her head to look over.

The person's hair was half-dry, and their clothes were clean and fresh, as they had just changed after taking a shower.

Lin Qingxue slowly retracted the foot that had already stepped out.

She looked up at the people in front of her.

The light shone down from the side and above my head.

Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under Lin Qingxue's eyes, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

All I could hear was her speaking in her usual tone.

"Why are you late?"

Upon hearing this...

Chen Jianji also looked over.

He was also somewhat surprised. The class monitor, who was supposed to be in the classroom on time to keep an eye on the class discipline, was standing in the stairwell instead.

I don’t know if it’s because the light here is dim, but it seems to be a good place to have a good talk without making people feel awkward or annoyed.

Chen Jianji's mind, which had been in a daze for a long time tonight, seems to be gradually clearing up.

The items that had been thrown away, along with Pan Shuqi's note and the dormitory supervisor's words...

All of this seemed to give Chen Jianji another chance to prove himself to the high school girl in front of him.

Perhaps this will resolve the deep-seated doubt in my heart.

Perhaps it will finally make him give up and let go.

Or perhaps nothing has changed, and it's just gossip told to the evening breeze.

It seems there wasn't much loss.

Thinking about this...

Chen Jianji stepped forward slowly.

Until he stood in front of Lin Qingxue.

He was considerably taller than her.

She completely blocked the light from the stairwell behind her, casting a shadow on her.

Lin Qingxue took a slight step back, her back pressed against the wall.

She lowered her head, letting the person in front of her approach without uttering a sound.

The two of them were like shadowy figures in the stairwell, making it impossible to see them clearly.

Chen Jianji's voice suddenly rang out indifferently.

"What is your relationship with Li Wenyan?"

These words were spoken.

Lin Qingxue's body visibly tensed for a moment, but she recovered quickly.

"The neighbor's child, we grew up together."

Chen Jianji's face darkened.

"Anything else?"

"I'll ask you one last time. I'm asking about your relationship with him. Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

Lin Qingxue paused slightly, her lips pursed.

"And what about you? Who gives you the right to ask me these questions? Why should I answer them?"

Her voice was calm as she spoke.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes gleaming with a faint light, carrying her usual aloofness, yet unexpectedly containing a hint of inexplicable grievance and stubbornness.

"Didn't you tell me to get lost?"

"Why are you coming to talk to me now?"

The way Chen Jianji looked at her.

Perhaps in the past, Lin Qingxue's unusual fragility would have made him feel sorry for her or even back down.

But now...

"Fine, don't tell me then, I don't want to hear it anyway."

Chen Jianji waved his hand irritably, then turned to leave.

But just then...

Lin Qingxue's voice suddenly rang out.

"I take care of him like a younger brother."

Chen Jianji paused in his steps.

After countless times receiving perfunctory replies such as "It's none of your business" or "We're just childhood friends from next door," I finally understood what I was getting.

This time, Chan Kin-kei finally heard a different explanation.

But that's not enough.

Lin Qingxue took a deep breath, quietly lowered her head, and looked at the floor not far away.

"We were all born in the village clinic. He was premature, and his mother developed health problems after giving birth to him. His father was working outside the home and often needed help."

"Our house is right next door to them, and my mom often goes over to help out."

"Because he was born prematurely, even when he grew up and could walk and play, he was still much thinner and smaller than his peers. He would be bullied and others would not like to play with him. So my parents would ask me to take him with me to play often and help drive away those who bullied him."

"After so many years of getting to know each other, I've long since started taking care of him like my own younger brother."

She said a lot in one breath.

But the more Chen Jianji listened, the more gloomy his face became.

younger brother?

If it's just a younger brother.

Why does the younger brother try so hard to stop his older sister from dating? He even goes so far as to disappear to protest.

Why do older sisters often feel guilty after marriage?

He even wrote things that belittled him and praised his younger brother in his diary from beginning to end.

What a wonderful brother and sister relationship!

Chen Jianji took a deep breath.

He's overthinking it.

This conversation doesn't only offer three options, and it involves losses.

For example, his liver fire was burned through again.

"lie."

Chen Jianji coldly uttered two words.

He then started walking, about to leave.

Lin Qingxue looked stunned; she didn't know why Chen Jianji had suddenly gotten angry again.

Wasn't he just speaking normally?

Her eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly stepped forward and blocked his path.

"Get out of the way!"

Two very short words.

Chen Jianji no longer wanted to say even a single word to her.

Lin Qingxue's palms tightened slightly. Without using any pre-prepared reason, she slowly took the postcard out of her pocket and handed it over.

She tucked a corner of the thin postcard between Chen Jianji's naturally drooping fingers.

It was as if she had gently hooked his little finger with her hand.

At the same time, Lin Qingxue's voice rang out softly.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

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