The cold winter wind blew past, his hair fluttering in the wind. He looked at the man in the crowd, clenched his fists, and all the words in his heart were gathered in his chest.
Fu Nanli's car stopped in front of the Yifu Building, and he immediately saw Wen Qiao in the crowd. She was tall, wearing a short beige down jacket, with her long hair casually draped, and she was very outstanding.
There was a small event at the Central Conservatory of Music in the evening, so he came early to watch her performance.
When I looked up, I saw that the person standing on the terrace was the boy named Zhuang Yan.
His bodyguard explained to him: "It is a regular event at the end of each semester at the Central Conservatory of Music. Students will shout out their true feelings on this terrace."
The car window was half open, and Zhuang Yan on the rooftop finally began to speak.
"I once liked a girl very much." The veins on his neck were exposed as he spoke. He used all his strength to fight against his teenage self-esteem.
Xu Lu's heart sank completely.
Wen Qiao looked at the somewhat hysterical boy, but his heart was actually calm.
"When I was in high school, I was a conceited and aloof boy who valued face more than anything else."
Fu Nanli's jawline slowly tightened, his eyes were filled with coldness, his breathing was slightly choked, and he just looked at Wen Qiao in the crowd.
Qiaoer, if there were no compelling reasons, who would you choose
"When that girl confessed to me, I didn't accept it. This is the thing I regret most in my life. I arbitrarily believed the false messages about her in school. I spend every day in regret. I was wrong. I'm sorry!"
This was the first time Zhuang Yan said sorry.
He stood in the cold wind, looking down at her in the crowd, saying sorry over and over again.
Lu Youyou's eyes were reddened as she said this: "Fuck, what is Zhuang Yan doing? Qiao Qiao, let's put things in perspective. I really didn't expect that he would bow his head one day."
Wen Qiao shrugged.
Lu Youyou asked again: "If it weren't for Mr. Fu, would you forgive Zhuang Yan?"
Wen Qiao shook his head gently: "There is no such if."
The sky was clear, but Xu Lu's heart was gloomy. Zhuang Yan had actually ignored her to this extent. For Wen Qiao, he even gave up his self-esteem, which he was most proud of.
The only thing she was thankful for was that Wen Qiao had Fu Nanli by her side.
If Wen Qiao wants to be indecisive, Fu Nanli will not allow it.
Zhuang Yan will never have that opportunity in his life.
Zhuang Yan finally walked down from the rooftop. He calmed down and became sober, but he did not regret his crazy behavior. He faced his heart and overcame his inner obstacles.
Finally it was Wen Qiao's turn. She was the last one. Not until she stood on the terrace did she see a black Maybach parked not far away. It was Fu Nanli's car. She said a few official words expressing her hope that Minle would get better and better.
The people in front of the Yifu Building gradually dispersed, leaving only Zhuang Yan, Xu Lu, Zhao Tong and Wen Qiao in the dormitory. She quickly went downstairs.
As she passed by Zhuang Yan, his heart beat unusually fast, but she just brushed past him without stopping or lingering, not even looking at him. She ran quickly to the back.
He turned his gaze to follow her figure and saw her running to a black car.
Fu Nanli sat in the car, and as he watched her walking towards him with a smile in her eyes, his heart fell bit by bit.
Whether you love me or not, you have to stay with me.
"How did you come?"
(End of this chapter)