The upright sister is a wood carver and the innocent Broken Puppy singer
Reunion | Two-way redemption | Love grows over time
10.6 Open text
It only took three years for He Younian to go from singing in a small bar to holding a concert on Four Sides.
But no one knew that when she stood under the light of the stage, she would always look towards the empty seat she had always reserved.
Yuan Jing never came to the place she left for Yuan Jing.
She had thought about her every day since they separated three years ago.
Until the final day, He Younian seemed to see that familiar figure in the crowd.
With her heart beating slightly, she put on a mask and came to Shuangxi Lake regardless.
Pushing the door open and entering the familiar wood art studio, he still looked the same as he did three years ago. He was wearing clean clothes and his fingertips were stained with sawdust.
He Younian couldn't help but blush.
"Original boss, are you still short of workers here?"
Just like what she said three years ago when she met Yuan Jing and begged Yuan Jing to take him in when she was in the most miserable state of her life.
But now, Yuan Jing looked at her with cold eyes.
"Sorry, we have no relationship anymore."
"Please leave."
He Younian froze in place, feeling a pain in his heart.
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Since that impulsive trip to Shuangxi Lake, He Younian has been relying on Yuan Jing, running to Yuan Jing's studio whenever he has free time.
"Original boss, can I sign up for your wood art class?"
"Original boss, do you need help cooking?"
"Original boss, can I go upstairs to your room?"
Yuan Jing almost couldn't bear it, but he couldn't drive her away, so he simply sent her away: "Whatever you want."
But Yuan Jing never expected that He Younian would live directly with her.
What's more, she didn't expect that late one night, the person behind her would suddenly come up to her and put one hand around her waist.
He Younian rubbed her furry head against Yuan Jing's neck and put a necklace on Yuan Jing's neck.
She kissed the side of Yuan Jing's neck in confusion and passion, and said in a pitiful voice:
"Yuan Jing, don't leave me."
"My muse. I have discovered that without you, I am nothing."
Intention: Long live the ideal
