The next time Xu Yue saw Lu Zhou was at a dinner party. His features were sharp, his appearance immaculate, and he held a cigarette between his fingers, giving off a suffocating air.
Xu Yue looked at him for a long moment, then smiled without saying a word, treating him as a complete stranger.
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Before seeing him again, she had always been full of regret and resentment. Whenever night fell and all was quiet, she would go over the past again and again. She remembered the dazzling light around him as he walked toward her, and the hot arms he had wrapped tightly around her waist.
But now that she was looking at him, the first thing that came to mind was all the grievances she had swallowed. Her throat filled with a bitterness no one else could know. She remembered every cold expression on his face, and the moment he abruptly cut off all contact.
Back then, Lu Zhou was aloof and arrogant, prickly all over. She had done everything she could to get close, only to be hurt to the core. Now Xu Yue was the one covered in thorns.
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The dinner party ended. The guests left, and the tea went cold.
A light rain fell outside. Wearing a long trench coat and carrying the damp chill of the rainy day with him, he walked toward Xu Yue once more. This time, she froze for a moment, then chose to run into the rain without looking back.
The rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in torrents.
Theme: Trying to carve a boat to find a lost sword
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