After the unveiling ceremony for the laboratory jointly established by S University's School of Translation and Mingsheng Technology ended, Lu Mingchuan stopped Li Qingci at a corner of the hallway.
He stepped forward, and she retreated half a step. Her back met the chill of the tiled wall, which seeped through her shirt and into her skin.
"Why did you leave me seven years ago?" His voice was low and hoarse. His eyes were as bright as they had been when he was a teenager, but now there was something in them she couldn't understand.
She clutched her bag strap, her knuckles turning white, and looked up at him.
"At the unveiling ceremony, you said your lab also teaches AI to understand the different meanings of 'let it go' in different Chinese contexts, right?"
Her voice trembled. She paused, swallowing a breath that tasted of bitterness.
"But the 'let it go' I said to you seven years ago, even now..."
She lowered her head, her eyelashes quivering.
"I can't even translate what I meant myself."
He was silent for a long time, simply watching her, as though trying to see through the walls she had built around herself. Qingci felt him remain still and thought he was about to get angry and walk away.
But he suddenly leaned closer, his breath brushing her forehead.
"If you can't figure it out, take your time."
"I came back because I want to hear you explain it."
Theme: Embrace a better version of yourself.
