Chu Ye was ready to murder: “How are you driving? Didn’t you see me standing here?”
The man got out of the car, extremely apologetic: “I’m sorry! I didn’t notice the puddle here…” He looked at the small stains on her dress. “How about I replace it for you?
Chu Ye looked at Luo Xuan, who was chatting with Lin Lan and her relatives, seeing the happiness in their every gesture, and suddenly felt a mix of emotions. She vaguely remembered that tall and handsome boy who stretched out his arm to stand in front of her, lowered his head, and gazed deeply at her saying: “Chu Chu, I like you!”
Three years ago, Chu Ye’s parents had passed away one after another, leaving her alone and helpless. Since then, her eyes had been filled with an inescapable melancholy, a single glance easily drawing people into her deep sorrow. Luo Xuan was attracted by this very sadness, involuntarily falling for her.
At the time, he was the son of a company director, privileged and proud, yet he fell for Chu Ye at a gathering where Lin Lan had brought her. This rich young man was confident and unwilling to let go of what he liked, so he directly blocked her path and declared: “Chu Chu, I like you!”
Chu Ye had never encountered such a direct suitor. She never thought that besides her parents and childhood friend Lin Lan, a fourth person would call her “Chu Chu” so intimately. Her heart suddenly collapsed halfway, and Luo Xuan easily squeezed his way in.
From then on, they began dating. Chu Ye had a good impression of Luo Xuan, but not to the degree of love. Moreover, she was clearly aware of their differences – he was from a wealthy family, while she was a writer making a living by her pen. Mismatched in social status, no one knew if they could ultimately be together. So she remained neither cold nor hot, neither humble nor arrogant, like a friend, yet slightly more intimate. Luo Xuan thought she was temporarily trapped in grief from losing her parents, so he didn’t mind, always liked to gently hold her, look into her eyes, and sigh: “Chu Chu, how can I dissolve your sorrow?” Each time, Chu Ye would just smile faintly and say nothing.
