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With a practiced tilt of her head, she captured his enticing lips, gradually coaxing him into a deeper kiss, playfully teasing him with her soft touch.
Ten minutes later, Yun Zhi Yue melted into Nan Jing's embrace, gasping for breath. "When did you become so skilled at kissing? Have you been taking lessons behind my back?"
Nan Jing chuckled lightly. "It's not me who took lessons; it's you who made me proficient. Yun Zhi Yue, have I ever told you how much I love you?"
Yun Zhi Yue blinked her eyes and softly replied, "Yes, I love you too."
Today felt unusually intense, and Yun Zhi Yue sensed something was off. She wanted to turn and look at Nan Jing's expression but was stopped as he covered her eyes. "Yun Zhi Yue, let me hold you for a moment."
Nan Jing tightened his embrace around the girl in his arms, the darkness in his eyes threatening to overflow—a fierce possessiveness that could drown him whole. Regardless of whether this love was real or an illusion, he would hold onto it tightly.
The engagement banquet was in full swing, organized by both families with great enthusiasm. Since it was an engagement, it didn't need to be overly extravagant; still, there were quite a few guests—at least half of whom Yun Zhi Yue couldn't name.
Dressed in a delicate and vibrant little dress, she clung to Nan Jing's arm as they greeted table after table of guests, her smile becoming increasingly strained.
Finally finding an excuse to catch her breath, Yun Zhi Yue sighed in relief as she stood on the staircase landing, gazing out the window at the world outside.
"What are you thinking about?" Yue Tong appeared behind her, asking gently.
In the quiet stairwell, Yun Zhi Yue didn't turn around. She simply said, "I miss how you used to be."
Yue Tong chuckled softly. "Are you talking about how I was in high school? That was indeed a nostalgic time."
After a moment of silence, Yun Zhi Yue continued, "Do you remember the story I told you last time?"
Yue Tong raised an eyebrow. "The tragedy of the little flower and the little grass?"
Yes, that tragedy. You said you'd continue writing it—how the little flower would bring back the little grass. But have you considered the little grass's feelings?
Yue Tong replied, "Why should we care about the little grass's feelings? The initiative has always been with the little flower, hasn't it?"
In other words, in this story, the little flower is the protagonist; she takes what she wants without any wrongdoing.
Yun Zhi Yue turned to look at Yue Tong, her expression serious. "I don’t know why, but I really want to tell you what Xiao Cao thinks. After we settle our debts, Xiao Cao will be independent. If Xiao Hua insists on bringing pain into her life, then Xiao Cao will pick up a blade to protect herself."
As they brushed past each other, one walked out of the silent stairwell while the other remained in place.
Once outside the stairwell, Yun Zhi Yue saw Nan Jing leaning against the doorframe. For a brief moment, she felt flustered and opened her mouth as if to explain something, but Nan Jing raised a hand and ruffled her hair.
"Let’s go; the banquet is about to start."
Yun Zhi Yue studied Nan Jing for a moment, ensuring there was nothing amiss before nodding and smiling. The two of them left hand in hand.
After the engagement banquet, life seemed to settle down. Her father had also transferred his shares.
One night, Yun Zhi Yue ventured alone to Yue Tong's Dust Gallery. She had learned to paint here previously, and for convenience, Yue Tong had given her a key.
Due to busy schedules, Yue Tong's Art Gallery had remained closed since then.
Entering late at night, she turned on the lights and walked alone to the portrait that Yue Tong had sung in front of with her.
In the entire Art Gallery, this painting of her high school self was not for sale; it remained here as if to signify something important.
Yun Zhi Yue quietly gazed at it for a long time before suddenly reaching out to take the painting down and flip it over.
When the light exposed another painting on the back, there was not a trace of surprise on Yun Zhi Yue's face.
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