Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He had never coaxed a girl in his life, so he didnât know how to. Usually, he was eloquent, but the moment he met her, his throat seemed to be so caught that he couldnât say a thing.
Therefore, after some careful thinking, he had finally decided to let the housekeeper give it to her, lest he went upstairs with her and didnât make her happy, but said something that made her sadder.
He had hoped that she would feel better after seeing the necklace in the boxâ¦
It was already time for lunch when Qin Zhiâai came downstairs again.
Gu Yusheng seldom ate at home, so Qin Zhiâai had become accustomed to eating in the dining room alone without feeling uncomfortable. After the meal, she greeted the housekeeper and prepared to go back upstairs.
However, when Qin Zhiâai had just stood up, the housekeeper stopped eating, put down her bowl, ran out from the kitchen, and said, âMadame, please wait a moment.â
As the housekeeper said these words, she ran to the living room. After a moment, she brought back a box and handed it to Qin Zhiâai. âMr. Gu asked me to give it to you.â
Is this another present heâs sending to Liang Doukou?
Staring at the box for a while, Qin Zhiâai took it, but she didnât open it in front of the housekeeper. Responding with a cold âokay,â she left.
When she came back to the bedroom, without unpacking the box, she opened the drawer she had put Liang Doukouâs birthday gift in last time and placed the box in it.
It was still early, and Qin Zhiâai had nothing to do. She thought of how she had gone to A high school before she had gone to Paris. There, she had received a letter from Mr. S, but hadnât replied yet. Therefore, she found a stationery and a pen, then sat on the carpet, beginning to write on the coffee table.
For years, she had stayed in touch with Mr. S through letters. She never talked about things related to herself. Usually, they talked about various topics, music, movies, books⦠the topic wasnât stable.
In that letter, Mr. S had recommended her a movie that she had enjoyed. She wrote something about the movie, then mentioned some interesting things she had seen on a blog. Finally, she talked about a few things about herself.
She wrote, âMr. S, I have good news to tell you. Next month, Iâll finally pay off my fatherâs gambling debt.â
After writing those words, Qin Zhiâai wanted to end it, but before signing her name, âXiao A,â she added, âMr. S, the man I love did many things that made me sad recently, but he also did something that made me very happy. He wished me happy birthday. Although he did so because of my deception, Iâm still very happy.â
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It was probably because she had slept so long, but after writing the letter, Qin Zhiâai turned off the lights and lay in bed. Tossing and turning many times, she still couldnât fall asleep.
When it was midnight, it thundered outside.
In the early autumn of Beijing, thunder showers always came at night. Thinking of the script she had thrown on the balcony in the afternoon, Qin Zhiâai pulled back the quilt, jumped out of bed, and ran out of her room without turning on the lights.
There was already a small amount of raindrops falling. She was only wearing pajamas. After picking up the script, she wanted to rush back to the bedroom. Unexpectedly, when she turned around, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure standing under the streetlamp outside the yard.