“Xue Man, it’s raining hard; you’re soaked. Don’t catch a cold. Let’s go,” Huang Tianli said softly, moving his umbrella over her head.
Huang Tianli had learned about her story from Owen, offering sympathy and understanding, providing her with the care of an elder sister-in-law.
Ou Xueman walked towards the tombstone, embedding the yellowed photo into the stone and silently praying they could stay together in heaven.
In the oppressive atmosphere, a gentle voice softly said, “Senior, please don’t be too sad. Professor Ou can now rest in peace.”
Her father had always been her mentor, wanting to see her live a peaceful and happy life without disturbing her.
Ou Xueman turned to look at the girl who was comforting her, noting her purity, brightness, serenity, and gentleness.
“My name is Zeng Min,” she said nervously. “I’m also Professor Ou’s student. He often mentioned you, saying you were his most outstanding student.”
“Let’s go,” a low voice interrupted.
Ou Xueman didn’t look back, but she knew who it was.
“Sorry, Senior, I should go. Goodbye,” Zeng Min awkwardly bid farewell and hurried to catch up with the tall figure, “Xi Huang, wait for me, okay?”
Huang Tianli realized she’d said something inappropriate and quickly apologized to Ou Xueman, “Xue Man, this heartless bastard will eventually face karma.” She then put on sunglasses to hide her unusual expression and added flatly, “Whatever he does has nothing to do with me,” before walking away.
As she left, a pair of deep eyes followed her from a distance.
“Xi Huang, where are we going next?” asked a timid voice, revealing the speaker’s nervousness. She had always thought someone like him, a dream figure and already married, would never notice her. His sudden invitation filled her with surprise and expectation.
“Go back to school first. I’ll find you when I’m free,” he replied, his cold indifference contrasting her careful anticipation.
Grievances understood, dust settled, and everything passed with the person beneath the soil. She was alone, returning to SZ city without telling anyone, continuing her busy life.
Life was just like this; she never complained, quietly enjoying peace, though loneliness often accompanied the chill. She had long been accustomed to giving herself warmth.
