Careless as she was, Xu Yiyuan finally managed to be clever for once, only to misunderstand the delivery guy’s “Just pay what you think is right” as a request for extra money. That very day, she received a clear, captivating voice message: “When I said pay what you think is right, I didn’t mean give me whatever amount you think is right. I meant decide how you want to pay.” From then on, Xu Yiyuan would blush scarlet, having developed improper thoughts about a complete stranger. Worried he might find out, yet also worried she wasn’t getting close enough to him, she remained torn as she slowly ventured forward. Until one dark night, unable to resist his feelings, he murmured softly against her ear: “Xu Yiyuan, you can’t do this. You can’t give someone else what should have been mine.” The distance between them had finally made them both feel “uneasy.” The wind passed without a trace, while in each other’s hearts they wound their way upward until flowers bloomed, and everything shone brightly.
