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This afternoon, Du Xin invited Xiao He to dinner. Xiao He dressed up specially to show her seriousness.
Although it was supposed to be a dinner invitation, it was actually just an excuse. However, Xiao He didn't understand. Her mind was empty, always thinking about her flowers. But that didn't matter. Du Xin cared about Xiao He. Could it be that he liked her unusual mental state? Take a good look at that face. Even without any expression, just being cold, it's inexplicably endearing.
Zhao Yu Being softhearted won't lead to great achievements.
He can be ruthless towards his enemies, but he is softhearted towards women, especially those he has been with before. Du Xin secretly mocks himself, realizing that women are actually his weakness.
He didn't think deeply. Since Zhao Yu has a soft heart, why would he be so ruthless?
Du Xin will never understand. Zhao Yu is a smart person, much smarter than he imagined. He just wants to create a persona, a person who seems to be able to grasp his weaknesses. People with weaknesses seem to have a sense of life, warmth, and down-to-earthness, for example - he can be a lecherous and flirtatious man, especially fond of women, especially beautiful women.
Du Xin didn't come.
Now sitting across from me is a strange man who introduced himself as Zhao Yu, Zhao from Zhao Yun, and Yu from Zhou Yu.
Xiao He has never had any memories related to Zhao Yu in her mind. They had met once, but she had long forgotten. Now Du Xin hasn't shown up. She picked up her handbag and left, expressionless the whole way, casually hanging up the apology call from the other party.
But how could Zhao Yu bear to let Xiao He go so easily? He said he must adhere to the etiquette of a gentleman and escort this beautiful lady safely home. Xiao He remained silent, too lazy to deal with it.
This is their first time alone together. Zhao Yu is leaning against Xiao He, not daring to be too intimate. Joy and excitement fill his chest, emotions he hasn't embraced for a long time. Suddenly, he feels unfamiliar, both with these emotions and with himself. Hasn't he become more and more distant from the past?
The jingling of the bicycle bell interrupts Zhao Yu's sentimental moment. Startled, he pulls Xiao He closer to him. After realizing what he has done, he immediately blurts out, "Sorry, I think we should change positions."
Xiao He felt a bit strange, with her eyelids twitching and feeling a bit dizzy. It was probably the first time in her life that she had met someone as straightforward as Zhao Yu.
"I really like Miss Xiao He, and I hope you can consider me. Yes, it's love at first sight. I am pursuing you," said Zhao Yu sincerely as he handed over his business card at the entrance of the Cuisongxuan Hotel, with a look of spring romance.
The pure white and hot gold business card is designed very stylishly, with only the name, phone number, and not even the email address, let alone the address. What a cunning man, Xiao He casually played with the business card and then threw it aside. She was thinking— Du Xin didn't come today, he didn't come, but someone else did.
Xiao He kicked off her high heels, and like a swallow returning to its nest, she threw herself onto the three-meter-wide bed, rolling around a bit. The quilt was sun-drenched, and the warm scent of sunlight surrounded and lifted her, making her feel like a fish floating in the clouds, her whole body suddenly relaxed, not wanting to care about anything.
She slept soundly, dreaming of "There are people living deep in Peach Blossom Land," tending to cattle and ducks. Meanwhile, Zhao Yu sat alone on a bench in Moon Lake Park, basking in the afterglow, questioning time, feeling truly miserable. Xiao He had just left, and the few sweet memories were immediately replaced by lovesickness. He longed to see her again in the next moment, as if stealing a good time.
A single thread cannot make a cord. Zhao Yu suddenly realized that they did not have so many opportunities. Such an arrogant crane might not stay for anyone. So, he had to carefully calculate. Zhao Yu felt conflicted; he didn't want to use those little tricks on Xiao He. If she could love me willingly... like I love her, but how could my love compare to that of a crane... Zhao Yu bitterly told himself, he couldn't think like that.
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