Fortunately, the company had just announced sending her to a modeling school in Paris for a short-term study and to shoot an ad. The opportunity fell from the sky, allowing her to leave this heartbreaking place.
That day, after packing her suitcase, she suddenly remembered she needed to buy some small items and went downstairs to browse.
“Yu Ting—”
In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her. Amidst the traffic, she saw someone standing at the street corner looking at her.
Jiale?
Was it really him? Or just a daydream?
He smiled at her. Slowly walking to her front, the moving shadow in the sunlight proved he was real.
“Jiale, what are you doing here?” she asked blankly.
“I heard you’re going to Paris,” his voice was light as wind.
“Who told you?” Qiu Yuting was slightly surprised.
“Who else? Xiao Tong called me, of course.”
“That little brat…” she couldn’t help but laugh, “More annoying than paparazzi.”
“You’re going to Paris, so this paparazzi I planted beside you won’t be useful anymore,” his brow slightly furrowed, sighing softly.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond, just standing there in a daze.
“Don’t be so nervous,” he suddenly smiled again, “I’m not trying to persuade you to stay. I’m just… saying goodbye.”
Goodbye? She would rather he not come, such a scene would only make her sad… yet she seemed to be waiting for him to come, to see him one last time before leaving.
“Come, let’s walk together,” he generously extended a hand to her.
Hesitating for a moment, her palm naturally intertwined with his, just like how she used to love holding his hand while walking down the street, a habit she couldn’t change.
Hey, let’s play a deduction game, okay?” He saw her awkward silence and cheerfully suggested.
”How do we play?”
”I’ll ask questions, you answer.” He snapped his fingers, “For example, there could be two reasons why you met me here today: one, by chance, or two, I deliberately waited for you. Which do you think it is?”
”How would I know!” She played dumb.
