“Of course there’s a difference. How can you ignore it? A pair of high-end shoes and a pair of common shoes can’t be the same,” Xia Bing finished her milk in one gulp and set the bottle aside. “Beautiful love only exists in fairy tales.” She stood up and stretched.
“Don’t you believe in love?”
Xia Bing turned around, smiling brightly, “Don’t think I look like someone hurt by love. I just don’t believe I can attain it.” Love certainly exists, just perhaps not for her.
Haijun stood up, “You’re not confident?”
“Maybe,” she continued to smile radiantly. “You said you’re back from overseas and planning to settle down?”
Walking side by side, Xia Bing gained a deeper understanding of Chen Haijun. He said he was considering settling down, perhaps staying for a while. Xia Bing heard he had been working overseas for almost seven years and asked if he regretted suddenly leaving everything behind.
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“Not really,” he continued to smile elegantly.
Xia Bing noticed he was being somewhat vague and didn’t press further. She remembered the book she was rushing to write and was about to say goodbye to Chen Haijun and return to writing, or else she’d receive a deadly call from her editor tomorrow.
“Let me take you back.”
Seeing Chen Haijun offer to take her home, Xia Bing didn’t hesitate and quickly got into the car.
“What’s your number? Next time, Liang Xiaoyu and Lu Yiyi will have to go to the trouble,” Xia Bing didn’t dare to go against Xiaoyu’s earlier earnest instructions. If she didn’t get Chen Haijun’s number, she’d be driven crazy by this woman.
Chen Haijun had just returned and hadn’t gotten a new number yet, so he let Xia Bing give him her number.
Xia Bing quickly called Xiaoyu and said a few words before hanging up.
Xia Bing smiled awkwardly at Chen Haijun, “Not convenient, I don’t quite remember the number.”
Two beeps later, Xiaoyu replied with a text message. Xia Bing looked around and saw no paper or pen… she looked helpless again.
