"President Zhan, what is your relationship with Wen Nuan?" a reporter asked loudly.
She turned and left. It no longer mattered what the answer was.
Just like whether it is sunny or cloudy outside, it will not change whether she knows it or not.
"warmth-"
A familiar voice from far behind her was as low as a spell. Facing unfamiliar faces, she insisted on moving forward in the crowded crowd. There were still five meters to the door. Another five meters and she would be able to escape. "Excuse me." She kept saying softly. After she said it, she realized that everyone in the audience was holding their breath waiting for someone's answer. Her subtle voice attracted a small number of prying eyes in the silence.
“She is someone I will never forget in my life.”
She dodged through the sudden noise and walked straight to the door, which was still three meters away.
"President Zhan, can you tell me more details?"
"We are each other's first love."
The harmonious voice with a moderate mood came from the air and the crowd. It felt so strange and funny to her ears. Was it another beautiful trap? Or was it a standard answer that had been rehearsed in advance? Suddenly I remembered that a writer had written two books, "Once Loved Deeply, How to Say Goodbye".
"President Zhan, can you tell me about your love experience with Wen Nuan?"
"I was only sixteen when I met her. The relationship didn't last long and we broke up after three years."
His words seemed far away, yet close at hand. The discernible nostalgia and regret in his voice formed a strange interweaving with the shock of the destruction of her trust. She knew that the answer was no longer important, that everything was no longer important, but she still slowed down her pace involuntarily.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the other end of the crowd.
The man who had refused to see her for more than half a month, with two stars in his eyes, had been staring at her back. When he saw her turn around, he sneered and mocked her with a cold face, and curved his lips in annoyance and hatred. Her heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"President Zhan, I want to ask what impressed you most in that innocent love?"
"Most impressive? Let me think... One time we talked on the phone from 7pm to 12pm, and both of us were reluctant to hang up. However, 12pm was the time she had to rest. If it was later, she would not be able to get up the next day, so I forced myself to put down the phone."
"But after I hung up, I was thinking about her depressed mumblings and couldn't calm down, so I took a car to her house. Because it was too late and I was afraid of disturbing her rest, I didn't go up. That night the moonlight was very bright, so I stood downstairs and looked at her room on the fifth floor. There was a feeling of - unusual satisfaction filled my heart. The memory is very deep, but - it's hard to describe."
The figure with half-closed eyelashes and a faint smile on his lips seemed to be lost in memories.
"About half an hour later, I suddenly saw her window pushed open. She appeared in the moonlight in her nightgown, slightly tilting her head and looking up at the sky. At that moment, my heart thumped, as if something very beautiful had exploded in an exciting way. I felt that there would never be another moment in my life that could make me more ecstatic."
A female reporter sighed slightly, as if moved by the scene he described.