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Shu Ran gritted her teeth and squeezed out a word: "Damn it." Just wait until I get my hands on him. She was so agitated that she reached for her phone, but Yun stopped her in time, a mix of amusement and exasperation on her face. "Calm down, calm down," she said, gently patting Shu Ran's chest.
Suddenly, Yun pinched Shu Ran lightly. "Why does it feel like you've gotten bigger?"
Shu Ran let out a laugh, and both of them burst into giggles. "This is just natural," she said, peering into the neckline of Yun's pajamas. "You're not bad, just a little behind me."
When girls are together, there’s rarely any serious talk, and Yun felt some of her pent-up frustration ease away.
Shu Ran pulled her head down and spoke in a commanding tone, "Next time he shows up, you call me. I'll take care of him."
Yun chuckled, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "Alright, I’ll listen to you."
Yesterday, he had declared in front of Zhao Moran that he was her man. To be honest, it had stirred something within her.
As her frustrations dissipated, words that had been hard to voice came tumbling out naturally. "Am I beyond saving?" Her voice was small and choked with emotion.
Shu Ran set down her beer to comfort her, gently patting her shoulder. "I’ll take care of him tomorrow and put an end to this thought."
Yun laughed again, "Be serious for a moment."
"You’ve got everything going for you except for love; that path is just too bumpy."
"Every man I've dated has turned out to be worthless."
"How about this? Let’s get married! From now on, you can only have me in your heart."
Yun seriously contemplated this suggestion before shaking her head. "I’m afraid Cheng Zhou would kill me."
He doesn’t even rank among my exes; what right does he have to meddle in my affairs?
But that doesn’t stop him from meddling with you.
After chatting with Shu Ran, Yun felt lighter and gradually got back to work. She hadn’t seen Jiang Shiyu again either. She thought to herself that perhaps they would never meet again.
In June, Yun had just finished a day of rehearsals, dressed in cream-colored tapered dance pants and a fitted black dance top. She sat alone in the break room, where the only sound was the hum of the air conditioning.
She was drenched in sweat, but her makeup remained intact. After finishing the last sip of water, she tossed the empty bottle into the trash and began to pack her things to leave for the day.
The evening air was still stiflingly hot; this summer felt particularly oppressive. Just stepping outside for a minute made her break into a sweat. During the day, it was even worse—she could hardly go out without being fully covered, or else she risked getting sunburned.
A car pulled up smoothly beside her, and as the window rolled down, Zhao Moran's face appeared. "Yun, let me give you a ride."
Seeing Zhao Moran again after more than two months left Yun momentarily stunned. She instinctively declined his offer, but he had already stepped out of the car.
"No need, I’ll take the subway from up ahead," she insisted.
Zhao Moran approached her, fastening his suit jacket with a friendly smile. "We’ve already bumped into each other; it would be rude not to offer you a ride."
He took her bag with an air of familiarity. "Come on! Don’t be polite."
Yun found herself being gently pushed into the car.
As they drove, Zhao Moran initiated the conversation. "My mom told me that the guy before wasn’t your boyfriend; he was just your excuse to turn me down."
"You really don’t need to feel nervous about it. I’m just pursuing you—how about giving me a chance?"
"Are you still in touch with my mom?" she asked.
"Yeah! A few days ago, she told me that our last encounter was a misunderstanding. I won’t take it to heart; maybe I was too eager back then and made you uncomfortable."
"I wanted to apologize for that."
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