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

Before the phone could ring again...

Lin Qingxue picked up the phone and answered.

The person on the other end remained silent.

Lin Qingxue finally couldn't help but ask.

"Liu Yun, what's wrong?"

The words fell.

The person on the other end of the phone finally spoke, their voice hesitant and tentative.

"Qingxue, do you still have the letter you wrote using my postcard?"

Lin Qingxue was slightly taken aback.

"You told me in the school dormitory last time that I could write him a letter to calm him down, so I gave it to him."

"ah?!"

Liu Yun, who was on the other side, immediately let out a gasp.

"Why did you just give me that one copy? Couldn't you have written another one?"

Upon hearing this...

Lin Qingxue fell silent for a while before calmly speaking.

"The first version I wrote was what I really thought; rewriting it felt a bit deliberate."

"But he didn't want it that time."

"Huh? Oh..."

Liu Yun finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But Lin Qingxue changed the subject.

"But I gave it to him today, so he should accept it."

Bang!

A dull thud, like a phone being dropped, came from the other end of the line.

After a long while, Liu Yun hurriedly said.

"Wait...why did they give it to me again?!"

"No wonder they called me and asked so many questions, and then they started yelling at me after I told them."

"Um?"

Lin Qingxue frowned, sat up straight, and asked with some doubt.

"What did he ask you?"

Liu Yun's voice sounded like she was about to cry but had no tears.

"He asked me why I said the letter was for Li Wenyan."

"Didn't you write this for me to copy and write a letter to Li Wenyan? How was I supposed to know it was for him? I just told you the truth."

"He called me a traitor. I told him I was anonymous and even made veiled criticisms of Li Wenyan in the letter, but no matter how I explained, he wouldn't listen."

These words were spoken.

Lin Qingxue's expression stiffened slightly, and she gently rubbed her temples.

"Hmm...it seems like I didn't think it through."

"What else did he say? It couldn't be more than that, could it? How did he insult me? Just tell me, I can take it."

Liu Yun's voice was soft.

He said you're shameless and a liar.

"He wrote the same letter twice, and he still has the nerve to say it was for him..."

"That's it?"

"Uh, that's roughly the idea..."

"have."

"Then why didn't you say so?"

"I can't explain it..."

Lin Qingxue fell silent for a while before finally asking a question in return.

"Does that pile of scribbles you wrote to Ayan even remotely resemble this letter of mine?"

"Besides, when I wrote it, he couldn't possibly know who the content was about..."

She stopped talking before she could finish.

He seemed to think that since things had come to this point, there was no need to explain to Liu Yun anymore.

After a long while, Lin Qingxue sighed again.

The sighs she uttered tonight seemed to exceed those of the past few years combined.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll handle it."

As Lin Qingxue spoke, she heard a muffled "hmm" from the other end of the phone.

She added.

"He just has a sharp tongue. I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming myself. He's said that to you several times before, and every time I've apologized by giving you snacks."

"When you get your college application and the results come out, he'll probably bring you something to eat."

Lin Qingxue rubbed her forehead and responded.

"Um."

Liu Yun then regained some of her usual voice.

"All right."

"but..."

She then added with concern.

"Qingxue, do you ever feel like I always do bad things?"

"When I went to his house, I just ate, drank, and played; I didn't do anything else! I was afraid I'd mess it up again, but I didn't expect that doing nothing would still result in a mess!"

Lin Qingxue felt a headache coming on.

Just now, there was Ayan, now there's Liu Yun, and now there's that person who's probably still cursing me behind my back.

She needed to calm down the emotions of several people.

Just as one thing calmed down, another one started.

For a moment, Lin Qingxue felt utterly exhausted.

I have more to say today than I have in the entire year.

Lin Qingxue took a deep breath and explained again.

"It's okay. He's just prejudiced against me now. No matter what you do, as long as it's related to me, he'll look at it with prejudice."

"It has little to do with what you actually did."

"Liu Yun, you should get some rest first. I also need to catch my breath."

"Okay, you need to calm down a bit, after all, you got scolded too."

Lin Qingxue's hand froze, but she still hummed in agreement.

The phone hangs up.

With a thud, she placed her phone on the table.

Lin Qingxue reached out and covered her cheeks with both hands, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

After a long while, he finally put his hand down.

The situation isn't too bad.

At least there's been progress on Ayan's side, hasn't there?

Lin Qingxue comforted herself in this way.

Then she looked up and saw a diary lying quietly on the table.

After thinking for a while.

Lin Qingxue slowly reached out and took it.

After turning to a blank page.

She picked up a pen from the side and was about to write when...

But he discovered that the pen in his hand was the one that person had given him, and it had already run out of ink.

These are all pens that I've repaired myself, but they still break ink and are difficult to write with.

Lin Qingxue felt even more annoyed.

She picked up a book from the corner and scribbled on it several times with a pen.

One or two strokes left behind intermittent black lines.

Just as she was about to put it down after habitually swiping away again.

The brush, which had already run out of ink, suddenly drew two smooth black lines.

It seems that the bead, which was originally off track, has now been moved to a different position.

Lin Qingxue paused, and the annoyance in her heart was suddenly wiped away by this small matter.

She took the pen and slowly wrote on the diary.

The movements were gentler than ever before.

It's as if they're afraid that the pen, which they've finally managed to restore to its original condition, will break down again.

......