Jing Xin sat in the library for five minutes, unable to understand the situation. Would she really keep encountering Wang Luozhou? She didn’t want this opportunity. If Shan Shan found out, she would be furious, and all the girls in school would make her their enemy. After much consideration, Jing Xin decided she would never take the civil engineering path again.
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Chapter Fifteen: Trembling in the Rain
On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, the chrysanthemums at home bloomed overnight. When Jing Xin woke up and saw this, she covered her mouth in surprise. Her large eyes were filled with disbelief. How coincidental! Dozens of pots of flowers blooming simultaneously—could flower fairies have cast a spell?
Picking a bunch of white chrysanthemums with the morning dew, she carefully wrapped them in paper.
With nothing else to do, she prepared to go to Angel Mountain to see Tian Ya.
The weather was poor. Low, dark gray clouds tumbled in the gloomy sky, dimming the light and prompting cars on the road to turn on their headlights. Jing Xin, somewhat worried, looked out the window. It seemed like rain, and she hadn’t brought an umbrella.
She was puzzled at how quickly the October sky had changed. It had been sunny when she left that morning, but now it was overcast.
After getting out of the car, she hurried to the cemetery and spotted Jiang Xiangyang standing in front of the grave. The gloomy clouds loomed, and his back appeared desolate against the dark gray, like a lone eagle in a vast wilderness.
Occasional wisps of blue smoke rose above him; Jing Xin knew he was smoking. As she approached, she noticed several cigarette butts on the ground, indicating he had been there for a while.
She placed flowers before the grave and walked a few steps closer to him.
Jiang Xiangyang seemed to be waiting for her. When he saw her, he extinguished the cigarette, his lips moving as if to speak but then stopping.
He lowered his eyes, brow furrowed, exuding unresolvable melancholy. His handsome face looked haggard, with dense stubble sprouting like bamboo after rain.
His black and white eyes were filled with bloodshot lines, looking painfully sharp.
