Thin Lips

“You really don’t want to see me that badly?” The man’s voice was low and cold, giving nothing away. “Fine.”

After that, Gu Yanheng went abroad and didn’t come back for three years.

That night, a wall separated them from a room full of friends. They all heard what happened, and all tacitly agreed not to mention it.

Later, one night after drinking, Xiang Yao looked at Ji Shi’an’s quiet, docile profile and finally blurted out, “Shi’an, what exactly happened between you and Gu Yanheng? Why don’t you get along?”

Gu Yanheng had been a golden boy since childhood. Even around the friends he’d grown up with, he rarely let his composure slip.

The only time he’d ever crossed the line was in their graduation year, when someone accidentally snapped a photo of him. In it, the usually cool and restrained young man was pinning a girl in a corner and kissing her with possessive intensity.

The photo is still on the school forum, but no matter how many people have tried to find out, nobody has learned the girl’s identity all these years later.

At that, Ji Shi’an tipped back her beer and smiled as if she didn’t care. “There’s no bad blood between us.”

She and he really didn’t have any bad blood. It was just that she was the girl in the photo.

- Childhood friends.

- Happy ending, very sweet.

"Rumor Has It"

They meet again at a banquet.

The man wears a white shirt and black trousers, with a faint red mark on his neck. He looks lazy and reckless, yet so noble that no one dares look at him directly.

The friend beside Wen Zhiyu quietly asks if she knows him.

Wen Zhiyu shakes her head.

She isn’t close to Zhou Lingyun. She’s only heard that not long ago, a woman who was sent to his bed looked like her.

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After news breaks that Wen Zhiyu and Zhou Lingyun are together, the whole social circle is in an uproar.

A real goody-goody and a bona fide playboy.

Nobody ever imagined that these two people, who had nothing to do with each other, would end up together.

Wen Zhiyu’s friends worry about her, and even the people around Zhou Lingyun tease him: “Lingyun, don’t play with the girl.”

Later, news breaks that they’ve split up.

Someone sees the Zhou family’s heir, usually ruthless, lazy, and used to getting his way, drunk out of his mind and refusing to let go of the girl’s hand. He demands coldly, “Did you fucking play me?”

The next second...

“I was wrong.” The man buries his face against her neck. “Please, comfort me.”

Theme: Love is a precious thing