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Jiang Shiyu stepped aside, his playful demeanor replaced with seriousness. "He’s not a person; you should keep your distance from him."
"And what about you?"
He lowered his gaze, a hint of melancholy in his expression. "I’m not a person either, but I won’t harm you."
Yun Li's face was cold. "What does it matter to you who I associate with?"
"Do you realize that he might misunderstand what you just said?"
Zhao Moran knew that her connection to her parents could lead to complications. If he said something to them, it could create confusion.
Little did they know, Jiang Shiyu's face darkened at her words, his voice low and hoarse. "You care about him?"
Yun Li clenched her fists and turned to leave.
But a strong hand gripped her suitcase, halting her. Jiang Shiyu's fingers wrapped firmly around the handle, making it impossible for Yun Li to move.
"Let go."
"He’s not right for you," he said.
Yun Li suddenly laughed. "So if he’s not right for me, that makes you suitable?"
Jiang Shiyu fell silent, his Peach Blossom Eyes dimming momentarily, their depth lost in the darkness of the night.
Yun Li felt an inexplicable heaviness in her heart, as if it were blocked by a sponge filled with water.
"Let go," she repeated.
After a brief pause, Jiang Shiyu pressed his lips together and finally released her grip.
Yun Li didn’t linger and pulled her suitcase into the elevator.
After watching her enter, Jiang Shiyu shifted his stance.
April in Jing City was still cold; he hadn’t felt it before, but now the chilly wind seemed to invade his skin.
Yun Li lay awake; this time the medication didn’t help, and the echoes of their conversation lingered in her ears.
She sighed softly as she sat up, gripping the handle of her suitcase while stretching her legs. After exhausting herself with stretches and kicks, she hoped fatigue would finally allow her to sleep.
An hour later, she was panting and sweaty. After taking a shower and swallowing another pill, she managed to drift off to sleep.
She woke up at nine in the morning after barely an hour of rest.
She lay in bed without moving, finally getting up after an hour. Skipping breakfast, she went straight to order lunch. This was how she spent her days when no one was around to invite her out.
In the evening, she received a call from Deng Ting, who asked why she hadn’t told her family about her new boyfriend. Yun Li could only lie and say they had just started dating and hadn’t mentioned it yet. Deng Ting didn’t scold her; instead, she suggested that if things were going well, Yun Li should bring him over for them to meet.
After hanging up the phone, Yun Li found herself lost in thought again, that question echoing in her mind. She struggled to process her feelings; the internal conflict was overwhelming, and when she couldn’t sort it out, she sought someone to confide in. That person was Shu Ran.
Shu Ran came over to her house, and they each opened a bottle of beer, settling into the sofa together. They turned on just one lamp, casting a dim light across the room. It created the most comfortable atmosphere—quiet and mysterious—allowing unspoken secrets to surface.
With her arm draped over Yun Li's shoulder, Shu Ran gently patted her while taking a sip of the bitter, icy beer. “Ran Ran,” Yun Li said softly, “do you think I should get married sooner rather than later?” She leaned against Shu Ran’s side, pressing her ear to her heart and listening to its steady rhythm.
“Don’t think too much about it. Once you’re married, life becomes complicated,” Shu Ran replied.
Yun Li stared blankly at the transparent glass in front of her. “Are you thinking about the past again?” Shu Ran asked.
Yun Li shook her head. “He came by yesterday.”
Shu Ran straightened up in surprise and looked at her intently. “Is it the him I’m thinking of?”
Yun Li’s gaze was somewhat vacant as she nodded in response.
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