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Thinking about it, Qi Qiuluo changed the subject, but who could really say for sure? His gaze swept over Tan Ming, a coldness lurking in his eyes. Tan Ming's expression shifted. What did that mean?
Qi Qiuluo didn't bother to explain much to him; he despised people like Tan Ming who thought they had everything under control. To him, Tan Ming's arrogance and self-importance were utterly hypocritical. People like you would never understand. He walked past Tan Ming, glancing at him sideways. The shadow before him folded into another figure, one just as proud and self-satisfied as Tan Ming. He shook his head, forcing himself to forget.
Tan Ming merely thought he was acting strange again.
Returning to the second floor, Tan Ming lay down on the bed, the same one Yan Qing had once slept in, and drifted into a light sleep. In his dreams, Yan Qing asked him, "Haven't I ever asked you your name? My name is Yan Qing," spoken with insincerity, "and you?"
He looked at Yan Qing, wanting to tell him that he had known him for a long time. As for how long, it was too long for Tan Ming to dare reveal.
He seemed to return to that autumn night. The evening breeze brushed by as the night descended slowly from behind rows of tall buildings. The lingering glow of sunset in the sky resembled colorful ribbons, particularly striking against the deep gray-blue backdrop.
At South Playground, under the dimly lit canopy, four bright incandescent lights illuminated the field. An event was taking place; countless young shadows sat together in rows, forming a circle amidst laughter and joy.
"Students, the annual competition for priority in choosing partners has officially begun! Is there anyone who wants to showcase themselves?" The host's voice rose and fell dramatically.
The atmosphere heated up instantly as a group of boys and girls dressed in military green training uniforms sat in a circle on the ground, lost in the sunset's glow and swaying branches, filled with enthusiasm and passion.
Behind them stood a tall clock tower; one side of the clock face occupied an entire wall of the building, resembling a jade plate—a beautiful sight on campus. The sound of time slipping away echoed like the ticking of clock hands, mingling with the restlessness of a group of college students, as if proclaiming that youth was their essence.
Among the crowd sat Yan Qing, who had intended to quietly observe this lively scene. However, amidst the clamor, he raised his hand and called out, "Me!"
He walked onto the stage and stood beside the host. The spotlight shone on him, illuminating his delicate and fair features. At that moment, he wore a military training uniform that accentuated his slim waist and narrow shoulders, with long legs that seemed to stretch endlessly.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he scanned the audience below with a faint smile, exuding an air of confidence that suggested he was unfazed by the spotlight.
All the students turned their gaze toward him, a wave of gasps filling the air. Yan Qing smiled faintly, as if he were already accustomed to such occasions. He cooperatively picked up the microphone to introduce himself. "I am from the Patient Group, and my name is Yan Qing." His words felt insincere, yet he stood there with an air of confidence. "The main reason I’m here is to set an example for my brothers in the Patient Group." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers toward his fellow group members and declared loudly, "Though we may not show our strength right now, once we regain our health, we will surely rise again as strong men!"
His voice was captivating and full of energy. "Absolutely!" The members of the Patient Group responded passionately, their spirits ignited. The other students instinctively glanced over at the Patient Group, and the atmosphere became lively.
Yan Qing did not merely seek attention; he sang a song titled "Let The Autumn Wind Blow." Tan Ming sat among the crowd, unsure of what emotions he felt as he listened to Yan Qing's performance. All he knew was that he could never forget him.
Standing on stage, Yan Qing radiated a glow, especially when he held the microphone and sang. Tan Ming felt that he truly belonged on that stage; Yan Qing was vibrant and intense under the spotlight. He sat in the crowd, listening intently as Yan Qing completed his song:
"Moonlight, moonlight, moonlight, you smile hazily.
Autumn wind, autumn wind, autumn wind, you are cool and brisk.
Dislike it or not, dislike it or not, your unreasonable antics.
Night, oh night, night, you are silent."
As the gentle evening breeze blew softly by,
It blew softly by,
Tan Ming was entranced by the performance.
Suddenly, the image of Yan Qing leaping out of the window jolted him awake. Tan Ming sat up abruptly, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. After a moment of recovery, he unconsciously glanced up at the second-floor windowsill where someone had been staring intently. His heart felt as if it were being gripped by something.
That guy sometimes really couldn’t hide his emotions.
He couldn't help but wonder how he was doing now. After transforming into a wolf, he should be safe, right? This question made Tan Ming hesitant to think any further. Because once he did, his mind was filled with the image of Yan Qingyi throwing himself at him without hesitation when the Giant Bat ambushed him. The warmth of the hand gripping his arm was unlike anything Tan Ming had ever felt, a heat that was different from his own body temperature.
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