Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

The bedroom was well-heated, and the cozy warmth enveloped my whole body, creating a completely different world from the biting cold of the winter night outside the window.

The bathroom door was gently pulled open, and wisps of steam escaped.

Lin Qian came out wearing only a simple black spaghetti strap silk nightgown.

She revealed her delicate collarbones, rounded shoulders, and straight, slender calves beneath the skirt.

She turned her head away somewhat shyly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her nightgown, her voice very soft:

"Maybe we should go to bed early..."

Lu Beiting forcefully pulled her close, his hot breath brushing against her ear, his voice both seductive and alluring.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

He lowered his head.

Lin Qian instantly understood his intention, her mind went blank, and the taut string snapped.

Night deepened silently outside the window. Suddenly, fine snowflakes began to fall again, pure white and light, drifting down one by one, covering the city's hustle and bustle and silencing the sounds inside.

Time seemed to be stretched out, yet also compressed.

When everything finally calmed down, Lin Qian bit her lip in embarrassment.

This was the first time Lu Beiting had helped her like this.

Lin Qian's face turned even redder, like white porcelain coated with a layer of colored glaze, and her ears grew increasingly hot.

"Go to sleep after you brush your teeth."

"Baby, answer this: do you like your boyfriend's services?"

"I like it..."

Lu Beiting lowered his head and kissed the top of her head reverently.

"It's very sweet. I also enjoy serving you."

Lin Qian's heart was pounding so hard it was deafening.

The man she once regarded as an unattainable moon in the sky, a man she considered a luxury to even take a step closer to, now lowers his head to do this for her.

At that time, even getting close to him was a luxury she could only dream of; she wouldn't even dare to fantasize about such a thing.

After Lu Beiting finished showering, he turned off the light and gently hugged her from behind.

"From now on, I will put your feelings first."

Lin Qian's nose stung, and a mist welled up in her eyes. She nodded and said, "Mmm."

Lu Beiting lowered his head and buried it in the crook of her neck.

Lin Qian shrank her neck. "It's a little itchy..."

He seemed to really enjoy this action, like a clingy big dog that had to stay close to her.

Lu Beiting: "How about we plant a strawberry? You're off tomorrow, so you don't need to go out and see anyone."

"Oh no..." Lin Qian shook her head, as if remembering something, and turned to look into his eyes, saying, "Tomorrow is Aunt Zhou's birthday, and she invited me to dinner."

Lu Beiting's eyes narrowed slightly. "Aunt Zhou?"

"Um...it's Wen Shuyan's mother," Lin Qian said. "She often took care of me when I was little. You know my mother passed away a long time ago, and she was especially good to me back then, so I wanted to go and celebrate with her."

Lu Beiting remained silent.

In other words, she will still have meals with Wen Shuyan.

Finally, Lu Beiting took a deep breath, his voice muffled:

"Where should we celebrate?"

"Garden Restaurant"

Lu Beiting: "Anything is fine with me, whatever you say. You can go wherever you want."

Lin Qian thought that Lu Beiting would at least make a fuss and ask her to coax him, but he didn't.

She smiled and leaned in to peck at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't like anyone else. You have to be good and not throw tantrums, okay?"

"I understand." Lu Beiting nodded obediently, and then kissed her lips again.

-

The next afternoon, Lin Qian dressed simply and went out to attend Aunt Zhou's birthday banquet.

Lu Beiting was packing his suitcase, stuffing the things he had moved out of back into the house little by little, filling the house with the scent of the two of them.

He opened a drawer, and there, by chance, lay a sticky note quietly inside.

Pink, heart-shaped sticky notes.

It looks like it accidentally drifted here from something.

Lu Beiting frowned and picked up the note.

A line of text immediately caught my eye:

He's so outstanding! I need to study hard to catch up with him. I'll hide my crush in the wind. —Lin Qian

Lu Beiting paused.

He stood there, stunned, his dark, deep eyes fixed on the sentence, reading it over and over again.

It's Lin Qian's handwriting.

It's clear that the handwriting on this piece is quite different from her current handwriting; it's more immature and naive.

The edges of the sticky note were slightly yellowed and curled, clearly indicating that it had been through many years of wear and tear.

These words must have been written during his student days, otherwise he wouldn't be saying "study hard" anymore.

Lu Beiting gripped the sticky note tightly, unaware that his fingertips were turning slightly white.

For no apparent reason, a complex and indescribable emotion surged into every nerve in my body: depression, irritability, and heartache.

She actually had a crush on a boy during her school days.

That boy was also very outstanding.

Lu Beiting lowered his eyes, staring at the word "excellent," and quickly recalled Lin Qian's previous description of her ideal type:

"Gentle, with sound values, and with good judgment; most importantly, devoted."

None of the words have anything to do with Lu Beiting.

The person she secretly loves could never be him.

Lu Beiting's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, his chest rose and fell slowly, and even breathing gradually became difficult. The surrounding air felt bitter and astringent.

When did she start secretly liking other boys?

Elementary school? Middle school? Or high school?

It's normal for a young girl to experience first love and to have a crush on a boy.

But what he found even harder to calm down was:

Even after all these years, Lin Qian still kept this note and even brought it into the villa.

Has she not yet forgotten "him" in her heart?

Lu Beiting stood there for a long time before suddenly letting out a cold laugh and grinding his back teeth.

Which idiot is it?

Is the other party really that blind?