After the unveiling ceremony of the laboratory jointly built by S University of Translation and Mingsheng Technology, Li Qingci was blocked in the corner of the corridor by Lu Mingchuan.
He took a step forward, and she took a half step back. The coolness on her back touched the wall tiles, seeping into her skin through her shirt.
"Why did you abandon me seven years ago?" His voice was low and hoarse. The light in his eyes was as bright as when he was a teenager, but there was something more that she couldn't understand.
She clenched the strap of her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white, and looked up at him.
"You said at the unveiling ceremony just now that your laboratory also teaches AI to understand the Chinese word 'forget it' in different contexts, right?"
With her voice trembling, she paused and swallowed a mouthful of sour air.
"But that 'forget it' I told you seven years ago, until now——"
She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling.
"I can't even translate it myself."
He was silent for a long time, just staring at her, as if he wanted to see through her blockade. Celadon felt that he didn't move, thinking that he was about to get angry and turned around to leave.
But he suddenly lowered his head and came closer, and his breath fell on her forehead:
"If you don't understand, just take your time."
"I came back just to hear your explanation."
Intention: Embrace a better self.