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Teacher Wei and the man across from them seemed to know each other.
"Friends? Just going out for a late-night snack," Teacher Wei invited.
Jiang Shiyu had already walked over, and Yun Li shifted her gaze back to Teacher Wei. "Forget the late-night snack; don’t think you can make me gain weight."
Teacher Wei laughed heartily, and He Lin Cheng seized the opportunity to say, "Teacher Wei, I’m not afraid of gaining weight. Come on, let’s go have a drink; it’s on you."
Teacher Wei lightly punched He Lin Cheng's chest. "You little rascal, seizing the chance to treat me, huh? Let’s go have a couple of drinks."
As Teacher Wei and He Lin Cheng left, Yun Li turned and headed in the opposite direction to catch the subway.
Jiang Shiyu's gaze was fixed on her. She wore a white shirt with a sky-blue jacket over it and high-waisted jeans. For some reason, she seemed even slimmer than before. Her neck was fair, and her hair was tied in a high ponytail with a few stray strands falling onto her face. She exuded a cool elegance, dressed simply yet radiating an unexplainable aloofness.
He grabbed her arm, preventing her from moving any further. "Yun Li, I have something to say to you." His voice was hoarse, heavy with the scent of smoke.
Yun Li frowned, disliking the smell that felt oppressive. She pulled her hand away, her eyes cold, devoid of the sweet and bright smile she once had when looking at him.
He recalled their past conversations, and an involuntary sting of pain shot through him.
"Mr. Jiang, we have nothing to talk about."
It was late now; the theater entrance was quiet except for the security guard sitting in his booth, who began to glance their way. The sound of passing cars echoed against the pavement, noisy in his ears. He paused in his breath, unable to speak.
His eyes were filled with intense emotions as he tightly grasped her shoulders. "How can we have nothing to say?" His voice carried an edge of anger, heavy with unwillingness that felt like a sponge soaked with water blocking his heart.
"We used to talk about everything. Even if a day passed without excitement—"
"Do I need to remind you that we broke up eight years ago?" Yun Li interrupted him, her tone icy and detached.
The past was long gone; there was no need to cling to it.
Yun Li was actually quite stubborn; once she set her mind on something, she would pursue it relentlessly until she succeeded.
For instance, when she was young and her brother Yun Zheng took her to learn dance, she started at three and a half years old. By the time she reached nine, she hit a plateau.
When she struggled with techniques, she practiced tirelessly—whatever she couldn’t do well became her focus until she mastered it. Even if it brought her to tears or emotional breakdowns, she would cry while practicing without ever saying she wanted to give up.
There was one time when she practiced pirouettes so hard that she ended up vomiting and lost her appetite for an entire day.
Dizzy and disoriented, everything around her felt like it was spinning. This included the sensations of practicing dance, stretching, and improvisation.
After entering Affiliated High School, her goal was to attend Jing Wu. For six years, she prepared daily to get into Jing Wu. The competition for the art exam was brutal; there were countless talented individuals from all over the country, all preparing in their own ways.
To ensure she stayed on track, she created a study plan and posted it in her dorm room and at home, so she could see it at all times as a reminder to supervise herself. Even her secret crush on Jiang Shiyu wouldn’t derail her progress.
She loved dancing and relished the feeling of being on stage. It was no surprise that she succeeded. Giving up had never been in her vocabulary, but now she found herself facing her first real temptation to do so.
His words left him momentarily frozen. The emotions in his eyes slowly faded away; those fierce Peach Blossom Eyes gradually returned to a calm state as he quietly gazed at Yun Li's almond-shaped eyes, trying to find evidence within them that she still loved him.
But there was none, and this realization made his heart ache even more. He let go of her hand, his body slumping as if all strength had drained away.
Yun Li no longer paid him any mind and turned to leave. Her heart trembled slightly, yet she felt unexpectedly light. She realized that letting go wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined.
With this thought in mind, her steps became increasingly light and brisk. Watching her resolute figure retreating, Jiang Shiyu understood one thing clearly:
She truly no longer liked him.
She meant what she said.
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