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I couldn't figure it out, so I had to ask him, "Who did you hear that from?"
Xiao Minxing unexpectedly shrugged and asked, "Does it matter? Aren't you curious why I don't want you to be with him? Even if it's a fake marriage, it's still not okay?"
"I am curious. So are you going to tell me?" To be honest, I didn't have much hope in asking this question; after all, he never answered questions according to my wishes. He would just say whatever he wanted to tell me.
Xiao Minxing stared at me for a few seconds before asking again, "Are you interested in hearing?"
I replied somewhat defiantly, "Yes, I need to know how foolish I am. I'm still young; maybe I can change in the future."
He acted as if he hadn't noticed my expression and seriously nodded, saying, "Not bad. You have a bit of ambition now, realizing your mistakes and wanting to correct them."
His words sounded like a teacher talking to a student, and not just any student but a very poor one. There was sarcasm in his tone, and his bad temperament hadn't changed at all.
"Because Su Qian thinks differently from you," Xiao Minxing said. "His help for you is fake; helping himself is what’s real."
I had actually thought about this point, especially after Guan Mingyue had said those things to me today. From the moment Xiao Minxing brought up this question, I knew we would inevitably return to discussing Su Qian's character.
But now that things had already passed, and Su Qian hadn't taken any further steps, I was living a much calmer life than before. Bringing up his feelings only made me feel bittersweet.
After walking away from the windowsill and sitting down on a chair in the corner, I replied to him, "Maybe."
Xiao Minxing stood on the other side of the light, looking at me as if across a vast ocean, with half-closed eyelids and a somewhat dazed gaze.
I didn't want to hear him continue speaking, but I wanted to share my feelings with him. At least from my perspective, Su Qian was still a good friend, perhaps with some shared understanding of our struggles.
"Everyone's feelings are valid; perhaps the only mistake is the lack of fate."
Xiao Minxing didn't respond to me. He stood silently for a moment, as if suddenly feeling tired, and said, "You should wash up and get some sleep."
He walked past me, out of the bedroom door, and then his figure disappeared into the hallway outside.
I listened to the sound of his footsteps fading away, heard his bedroom door close, and the silence inside was broken by the chirping of insects and the unique sounds of the night.
I got up and picked up the pajamas he had left by the bed. Holding them to my nose, I could still smell his scent, a faint fragrance reminiscent of a shower—familiar yet strange.
My emotions were still somewhat complicated. Living in an old house next to an old friend brought back memories that flooded my mind. I particularly wanted to see if Xiao Minxing was asleep, but thinking about our conversation from last night drained all my interest.
Perhaps it was due to being pregnant; I felt especially tired. I lay back down and fell asleep shortly after.
When I woke up in the morning, sunlight was already shining on my face.
I covered my eyes with my hand and took a while to peek through my fingers, only to find someone standing by the window.
He faced the sunlight, with his back to me. His tall and slender figure looked slightly gaunt, his hair freshly washed with droplets still clinging to it. He wore a light gray casual tracksuit.
He didn't turn around; his voice came from that direction: "You're awake?"
I hesitated as I got out of bed, casually fixing my messy hair. When I looked up again, I saw him turning around, looking at me with a serious expression.
"You... didn't sleep?" It was a bit silly to ask, but I couldn't find the right words.
Fortunately, Xiao Minxing didn't seem to mind. After a brief "mm," he said, "Let's tidy up and go have breakfast."
It felt a bit like we were still living together, still a couple, as he waited for me to freshen up and change clothes before we walked outside together.
He didn't drive. As we walked side by side, he occasionally glanced at me and simply said, "The breakfast here isn't bad, but you probably haven't had it much before."
Not just probably; I really hadn't eaten it much. Back then, Xiao Minxing didn't give me a single penny, so how could I go out to buy food?
Most of the time, I cooked for myself at home. Occasionally, I went out once or twice with him. I vaguely remembered that there were one or two mornings when he brought breakfast back for me; perhaps this was the place he meant.
However, when we entered the small shop, the owner seemed quite familiar with him, greeting him with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Xiao."
Xiao Minxing rarely smiled at anyone, even greeting employees at his own company sparingly. Seeing him respond with a greeting almost made my jaw drop.
From finding a seat to ordering food, it was clear he came here often. It seemed that during our time together, he hadn't done this; I guessed that during our separation after the divorce, he must have eaten breakfast out more frequently.
Biting into a soup dumpling, the hot meat juice flowed into my mouth, fragrant and not greasy at all—rather smooth in texture.
I initially wanted to chat with him while eating, but after finishing one dumpling and picking up another, I ended up not speaking to Xiao Minxing again until I was full.
He seemed to be eating with great care, occasionally glancing up at me, his gaze fleeting and not lingering for long. The atmosphere was surprisingly pleasant.
It wasn't until the two of us were full and standing outside the small shop that he turned to me and asked, "So, how is it? Doesn't it taste different?"
"Yeah, if I had known it was this delicious, I should have come here more often," I replied, looking back at the shop behind us.
He nodded and said, "That's true, but Qiu Yuhan, given your mood back then, even if you had come, you probably wouldn't have tasted today's flavor, right? Just like me."
A truth that stung a bit; he really seemed to know everything. But I couldn't understand why we both saw things clearly yet continued to torment each other. In the end, it didn't affect me much but instead made him sick. Thinking about it, he was quite at a loss.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Minxing asked as he started walking back, and even more thoughtfully than before, he placed a hand on my arm.
We walked side by side on the way back, the sunlight stretching our shadows long and overlapping, inseparable.
I felt a bit dazed, sensing the gentle grip of his hand on my arm and watching our clothing brush against each other in passing. I softly asked him, "Are you feeling much better now?"
Xiao Minxing replied with a soft "Mm," but quickly added, "But I still hate you in my heart."
I froze in place, my feet stopping as I stared at him in shock.
He forced a smile and resumed guiding me forward: "But don't worry. Given the current situation, unless I'm having an episode, I shouldn't do anything to you. Honestly, I never expected that after so many years, seeing you again would be like this. I also didn't think my old illness would flare up again."
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