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Time flew by, and the situation on the forum had come to a pause. The post about Li Jiayuan still hadn't been deleted. Perhaps because of this exposure, all the major dance troupes in Yan Chuan had almost completely rejected Li Jiayuan's resume. At this moment, she had truly fallen from grace.
As Su Wan was busy with the New Year's Day party and the band's rehearsals day and night, December 24th, Christmas Eve, arrived in the blink of an eye.
It was Fu Weiheng's birthday.
That day happened to be Saturday, so there was no need to work. The night before, Su Wan had specially sent a WeChat message to Fu Weiheng, agreeing to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon.
After finishing lunch in her dormitory the next day, Su Wan changed into the new clothes she had bought last week. It was the first time she wore those high heels that had been sitting in her shoe cabinet for a long time. Encouraged by Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye, she even put on light makeup. Just as she finished getting ready, Fu Weiheng's call came through.
Su Wan hurriedly grabbed her small handbag and answered the phone while trotting down the stairs in her heels. "Neil, you’re here, right?"
Fu Weiheng held his phone in one hand and gestured left with the other. "Yeah, I just arrived at your school gate."
Upon hearing this, Su Wan relaxed her pace and said softly, "Then I'll just walk out; you can wait for me in the car..."
Fu Weiheng replied, "No need; I'm coming inside."
Hearing the clear sound of a car door closing, Su Wan exclaimed "Oh" and was about to hang up when she suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Neil, are you wearing a shirt today?"
Fu Weiheng paused for a moment, glanced down at the white shirt collar he was wearing, and replied, "Yeah, I am. What's up?"
"Well, not much." Su Wan held her phone and smiled unconsciously, confessing gently, "I think you look best in a shirt."
Fu Weiheng felt a tingle in his ears from her words and chuckled silently while holding his phone.
After hanging up, as soon as she stepped out of the stairwell, Su Wan saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the dormitory building. She paused slightly but chose to ignore it, adjusting her coat collar and walking straight out.
Gu Ming leaned against the wall. Hearing footsteps approaching, he paused while reaching for a cigarette and instinctively looked up. Upon seeing her, he immediately tossed the cigarette aside and stepped forward to block her path, his clear voice carrying a hint of pleading, "Su Wan, can we talk?"
Since that night when he saw her photo with Fu Weiheng on her social media, he had been blocked from calling or messaging her. So later, he simply came to wait in front of her dormitory every day around noon for a while, but after several days, it had all been in vain. Now that he finally had a chance to see her, he couldn't just leave without saying anything.
Su Wan did not look at him and took a step back to maintain some distance. "There's nothing to talk about."
Gu Ming lowered his gaze to look at her and noticed that she seemed different today. She wore a brightly colored floral dress with a cream-colored Wool Coat over it. The sapphire brooch on her chest was exquisite and striking. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly covering her fair neck. On her feet were a pair of nude pink velvet high heels. After not seeing her for a few days, she appeared even more radiant. Her usually plain face was adorned with light makeup today; her naturally rosy lips were painted with bright red lipstick, making her skin look even more delicate and fair, tender like an orchid.
But so what? Gu Ming helplessly mocked himself inwardly; such an extraordinarily beautiful girl could not be his.
After pondering for a moment, Gu Ming slowly said, "Su Wan, I misunderstood you. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to me." Su Wan turned slightly, intending to bypass him and leave.
However, Gu Ming was quick to grab her wrist. "Guan Guan..."
Su Wan instinctively furrowed her brows and struggled a couple of times before raising her voice coldly, "Gu Ming, let go."
Gu Ming tightened his grip as if he were ignoring everything around him.
She felt a bit of pain from being held: "Let go..."
"Let go."
A cold, ominous voice sounded from behind them. Both turned their heads to look, and Fu Weiheng's handsome face was dark and stern, his deep black eyes suddenly filled with intensity, coldly staring at the hand that refused to release its grip. He emphasized once more in a steady voice, "Let go."
Gu Ming felt her heart skip a beat under that intense gaze, and she unconsciously loosened her grip. Su Wan quickly seized the opportunity to pull her hand back and ran to Fu Weiheng's side. Seeing his displeased expression, fearing that something might happen, she hurriedly linked her arm with his and looked up at him, her voice softening: "Neil, let's go."
Fu Weiheng raised his hand to wrap around her waist and, as he turned, cast a cold glance at Gu Ming, before speaking to Su Wan in an extremely gentle tone: "How's your hand?"
Su Wan shook her head: "It's fine."
...
As their voices faded away, Gu Ming watched them in their intimate moment and suddenly felt as if her heart had been thrown to the ground, trampled by countless people until she could hardly breathe.
The person he loves will never love him back.
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