Qingyuan

Xiao Shiyuan had no parents, only enemies and debts. He had just two ways to scrape by until he died: not caring about his life and having no shame.

Yan Qing treasured the life he didn't care about, and she loved the shamelessness he didn't care to hide.

After Yan Qing fell for Xiao Shiyuan, anyone with a daughter told her never to follow her example, while those without daughters couldn't help urging her to give up soon and save herself the trouble.

Xiao Shiyuan's heart was harder than his bones.

"Doesn't it bother you when they put your name next to mine?"

"Then let's go somewhere nobody knows us."

Xiao Shiyuan was pretty obedient, but he only followed half the instructions. He left on his own, leaving behind a letter: "I'm going to America. The property deed is in the bedside table. Don't miss me."

He gave her the money and the house, but wouldn't give her himself. He even went out of his way to avoid her.

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Yan Qing bet that Xiao Shiyuan wouldn't be able to put down roots in America, and that he couldn't bear never seeing her again. So she didn't move far, opening a cat cafe right by her home to while away the days.

She won the bet.

Xiao Shiyuan had become more careful with his life, and even better-looking. She almost didn't recognize him. Only his eyes were exactly the same, looking at her with that familiar cheeky expression, with the occasional hint of what might be called tenderness.

"An Americano, please."

"After all those years in America, that's all you learned to drink?"

"I also learned how to say 'I love you.'"

"I stopped loving you a long time ago."

"Is that so, Wanwan?"

A little white fluffball came bounding into Yan Qing's arms, meowing. Pathetically, she was reminded of how, six years earlier, she had clung to Xiao Shiyuan and shamelessly asked him whether they could name their future child Wanwan.

Theme: Love speaks