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"Are you still thinking about Brother Chi? Forget it, there's no chance," Qin Nianchu shot him a glare.
She then scooped some Stir-Fried Tomatoes and Eggs for Yun Li. "Li Li, eat more. If it's not enough, just order more; after all, Qin Nianzhe has plenty of money."
Yun Li smiled and nodded. "Where are you from? You can really handle spicy food," Qin Nianzhe remarked, already sweating from the heat and wiping his forehead with a tissue.
"I'm from Jiangzhou," Yun Li replied, picking up a piece of Spicy Chicken with her chopsticks. The dry, fragrant, and numbing taste filled her mouth.
"Then we’re all fellow townsfolk! The three of us are also from Jiangzhou."
With your ability to handle spice, I thought you were from Chengdu," he continued.
Yun Li swallowed her food and glanced at Jiang Shiyu. "I personally enjoy strong flavors."
"You and Shiyu are quite alike; he's also someone who appreciates flavor," Qin Nianchu noted.
"My habit of eating spicy food developed from spending so much time with him."
Yun Li said lightly, "Is that so? Interesting." She also tried spicy food for him.
She had known Jiang Shiyu for a long time. Seven years ago, when she was thirteen, she felt immense pressure to get into the Jiangzhou Dance Academy Affiliated School.
The night before the exam, she secretly went out to relax and sat in the park for a long time. It was cold and dark in the park, but she wasn't afraid; she held a flashlight to illuminate the distance.
Thinking about the upcoming exam made her nervous. She remembered how much effort her family had put into her studies; it wasn't just her who was stressed—everyone was on edge.
She thought that if she failed, it would mean disappointing her parents after all their sacrifices. Back then, she was still Ji Xiao, with a fragile emotional state and prone to tears. Just thinking about it made her cry.
As she quietly sobbed, suddenly she heard footsteps approaching from afar.
Yun Li fearfully lifted her eyes to see a boy standing on the stone path ahead. He was wearing thin clothing despite it being December, with snow blanketing Jiangzhou. He wandered around in a light black jacket.
His face bore bruises—some areas were swollen and purple—and there were scars on his forehead. There was an air of hostility about him as the flashlight beam illuminated his face.
Yun Li screamed in fright as the flashlight slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, trembling in fear.
The boy sighed helplessly. "I'm not a ghost."
He looked tall; at that time, Yun Li was already 1.63 meters, which was considered tall, but the boy in front of her was still half a head taller. He came over to pick up the flashlight and handed it back to her. His voice was youthful, yet his tone was cocky: "Crying like that at night makes you look more like a ghost than I do."
Yun Li's nose felt a bit stuffy as she took back the flashlight and sniffed hard, her voice choked: "You're the one who looks like a ghost."
The boy chuckled lightly and sat down on the chair next to her. "Are you homeless like me?"
Yun Li froze for a moment and shook her head. "No, I'm just out for some fresh air."
"What fresh air? You didn't get into trouble with your parents and are too scared to go home, did you?"
Yun Li shook her head again. "No, I never make my mom and dad angry."
The boy glanced at her; she looked innocent enough, with her hair cascading down her back, her nose slightly red, and her eyes glistening with tears. She really did seem innocent.
"Then your parents don't want you anymore?" he continued guessing. He wasn't usually talkative, but tonight felt different; he happened to encounter someone his age, and in this quiet moment, they could share a brief conversation.
Yun Li's eyes widened in surprise as she stood up and exclaimed loudly, "That's not true!" Then she started crying again. "Your parents are the ones who don't want you!"
The boy frowned. "Crying so much—are you a crybaby or something?"
This boy was quite annoying; he didn’t listen when he spoke.
Yun Li stopped crying and sat back down.
"My parents never wanted me anyway," he said casually. "Doesn't that make it sound worse?"
Yun Li stared at him with wide eyes, taken aback by his nonchalance as if he had long accepted this reality.
She bit her lip and asked softly, "Are you joking?"
He laughed, leaning back in his chair with an air of indifference. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
After a few seconds of silence, a soft voice broke through: "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to."
The boy paused, looking up at the starless night sky.
"Whatever; I don’t care anyway."
Then they both fell silent. Yun Li was afraid of saying something wrong that might hurt him.
After about a minute, the boy spoke again: "Crybaby, what are you doing here so late at night?"
Yun Li didn’t like that nickname, but considering how pitiful he seemed, she decided not to hold it against him.
I have an exam coming up, and I'm worried I won't pass.
What exam is it? I study quite a bit, so I might be able to help you.
Yun Li shook his head. "You can't help me; I have to take the exam for the Jiangzhou Dance Academy Affiliated School. Are you a student of the Affiliated High School?"
"No, then I can't help you."
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