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

Chen Jianji remained stationary, making no move.

Even the emotion on his face didn't change at all.

He could feel his fingers being gently touched.

It felt like a feather gently brushing past.

Chen Jianji looked at the person in front of him who was looking down, pursing his lips, and avoiding eye contact.

This is the early Lin Qingxue, who felt immense guilt about what happened at the hospital and thus adopted a humble attitude.

In that diary, she recorded countless feelings.

So, a person with strong self-esteem must endure the immense 'humiliation' and speak gently to themselves.

This wasn't the first time this had happened in my previous life.

It wasn't until after marriage that she seemed to feel she had repaid enough and returned to normal, still agreeing to do whatever was asked of her.

But she's no longer gentle; instead, she gets straight to the point.

Chen Jianji expressionlessly shifted his gaze away from Lin Qingxue's face.

Slowly lower.

It landed on the object she was holding between her fingers.

When I looked at that postcard clearly...

Chen Jianji's breathing even paused for a moment.

He moved his hand slightly and slowly picked up the postcard.

But he didn't look at her; instead, he raised his eyes to stare at Lin Qingxue and laughed.

"What does this mean?"

Upon hearing this...

Lin Qingxue finally looked up at him, only to see his smile not reaching his eyes.

She paused slightly.

But he still explained.

"For you."

Chen Jianji flipped through the postcard.

The cover shows the back of a long-haired girl in a field, gazing into the distance at what appears to be either the setting sun or the rising sun.

The scene remains the same, and even the postcards are as good as new.

"For me?"

Chen Jianji chuckled softly, not at Lin Qingxue.

Instead, it was self-deprecation.

He chuckled at himself for actually talking to her.

This added another layer of frustration.

But perhaps because I've been disappointed too many times, once I stop having expectations of her, I lose all emotion.

His smile seemed somewhat eerie.

Lin Qingxue nodded gently and, unusually, offered a few more words of explanation.

"You suddenly became a different person a while ago. Jiaqi and the others could tell, and so could I."

"At the time, I didn't know what had happened to you that caused your emotions to fluctuate so much, so..."

She paused, seemingly a little embarrassed.

"I just saw others doing this, so I wrote something down, hoping it can help you."

"Let's just say it's..."

Lin Qingxue became calmer and calmer as she spoke, but in the end, she looked at Chen Jianji's increasingly indifferent eyes.

I just couldn't bring myself to say, "Consider it a thank you for reminding my dad."

Until she stopped.

Chan Kin-kei finally let go.

A soft "snap" sounded.

The postcard just fell straight to the ground.

Lin Qingxue's pupils contracted slightly.

The night wind brushed against her cheeks, it was cool.

She stood there, stunned, her head slowly lowering as she looked at the postcard that had fallen to the ground.

Lin Qingxue opened her mouth, and after a long while, she looked up at him.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

At this moment, Chen Jianji slowly spoke.

"I already saw this letter when I was with Liu Yun last time. At that time, the letter was not for me, but for someone else."

"Even if you give me a letter now, I'll give it twice."

"Lin Qingxue, don't you think this is a bit off-putting?"

"Was this letter used twice in your dream?"

"Did they refuse to accept it, so they reluctantly put it on my desk?"

Chen Jianji answered a series of rhetorical questions calmly and serenely.

But this left Lin Qingxue stunned.

Did he see it last time?

In a dream?

This letter appeared in my dream too?!

Suddenly.

A series of images flashed back.

Lin Qingxue felt a slight headache.

She couldn't control herself and her body went limp, so she grabbed the railing next to her.

A fine sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The blurry images gradually became clear.

Lin Qingxue saw herself and spent a long time picking out postcards in the small shop.

But I wasn't satisfied with any of them.

Finally, we returned to the dormitory.

It should be the day after the college entrance examination is over and students return to school.

...

"Qingxue, why are you in such a hurry for this? Aren't you going to the classroom to hear the teacher explain how to fill out college applications?"

Liu Yun rushed into the dormitory, carrying something in her hand.

Lin Qingxue looked up at the postcard, and her lips curved slightly, a stark contrast to her usual expressionless demeanor.

She took the postcard, her expression calm, but her voice was a soft murmur, as if she were talking to herself.

"It's nothing, it's just that someone who used to talk a lot has been a bit restless these past few days, and has fallen silent after saying just a few words."

"I asked him why he wouldn't answer. I don't know if he got scolded for taking so much money, or if he's afraid he won't get enough points on the exam and won't be able to get into that school."

"I think it's more likely the latter."

Lin Qingxue lowered her head and continued speaking softly.

"I remember someone wrote a letter to encourage him before, so I wrote something to give him some confidence."

Liu Yun stepped forward, her face full of smiles.

"Is that so?"

"Oh, by the way, some classmates who live near the school said they've seen Chen Jianji riding his bike to take you out early and back late these past few days."

"He also applied to stay overnight at the school and accompany you to and from the hospital?"

She said, making a low, teasing remark.

"I think you should write a love letter!"

Hey!

The pen that Lin Qingxue had just taken out fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She picked it up slowly, her expression calm.

But his voice trembled inexplicably when he spoke.

"It's just a thank you, don't overthink it. Go to the classroom now."

"Okay, fine!"

Until Liu Yun left.

Lin Qingxue was the only one left in the dormitory.

She bent down to pick up the pen and sat down on the empty lower bunk next to her.

Open the postcard and place it on your lap.

The pen tip touched the surface and gently wrote the first word.

......

In the corridor of the teaching building.

Lin Qingxue held onto the railing with one hand and rubbed her forehead with the other.

"You remember now?"

Chen Jianji looked at her coldly.

"What were your feelings when this letter came to me in your dream?"

"Is it like now, because I helped you, that you feel indebted and thus give me what you would normally give to someone else, as if it were charity?"

Listen to his slightly mocking voice.

Lin Qingxue leaned on the railing and slowly got up.

Her cheeks were still a little pale, and after a while, she slowly spoke.

"I didn't give this letter to anyone else."

"Although I feel a little guilty, I just want you to be happy."

Lin Qingxue spoke, without waiting for Chen Jianji to reply.

She looked up into his eyes, her pale, clear face showing a hint of confusion.

The dim light shone on her face, giving her an inexplicable sense of brokenness.

"Chan Kin-kei..."

"Between us..."

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

......