Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Hello, classmate.

As I write these words, my hands are trembling.

I'm afraid of offending anyone, but I'm even more afraid of feeling regretful.

So, I wanted to write this letter to you, who have been feeling down and anxious lately.

Looking back on my high school years, they were as dull and uninteresting as any other period of my school life; I felt like a machine.

[It wasn't until you came along that a soft ray of light was added to my dreary and monotonous daily life.]

There's no need for excessive physical contact or even conversation.

Just seeing your figure from afar makes the worries that had been piling up in my heart quietly dissipate, giving rise to a sense of peace and joy.

I wonder what's been going on with you lately that's made you so irritable, and there always seems to be a shadow of gloom in your eyes.

But I believe that your light will never be overshadowed by shadows.

Hang in there a little longer, and the road ahead will surely be smooth and bright.

I've always been thinking of you quietly, and I hope we can stay together throughout university. I want to walk alongside you.

......

Chen Jianji stared blankly at the envelope in his hand.

The text and content above, even the punctuation marks.

Everything was exactly as I remembered.

besides...

Chen Jianji's gaze gradually shifted from the letter to the envelope in his left hand.

There was a pattern printed on the surface of the envelope.

It's the back view of a girl wearing a skirt with long, flowing hair.

She was standing at the edge of the field, gazing into the distance at something dimly lit, unsure whether it was the setting sun or the sunrise of dawn.

These images are almost etched into fragments of memories from countless late nights in my previous life.

Year after year, he kept his indifference hidden and held on tightly.

But this should have happened after the college entrance examination, during the period before the scores were released after students returned to school.

He picked up the book, which was hidden among the messy pile of books on his desk, and opened it.

Chen Jianji still remembers that day in his previous life.

Looking at the incredibly familiar handwriting, his initial nervousness and anxiety after the college entrance exam vanished completely.

He took it and asked the girl next to him.

"Did you write this for me?"

He noticed the obvious pause on the girl's face, followed by an unusually awkward expression.

Finally, under his intense gaze, he nodded slightly.

He let out a roar of near ecstasy.

Countless fragments of memories come rushing in.

Until the farewell at the subway station in Beijing.

Tsinghua University is at this station, while Chen Jianji's school is at the next station.

"Chan Kin-kei".

Just as the car door was about to close.

Lin Qingxue stood in the passageway outside the door and called out to him.

"Um?"

Chen Jianji saw her face, her cheeks that seemed to have made up their minds, and the corners of her mouth that seemed to be smiling.

Let's get married after we graduate from university.

The car door was closed.

Chen Jianji froze instantly.

Looking at his reflection in the car door glass, which overlapped with Lin Qingxue outside the door.

He didn't even have a chance to agree.

The train started moving quickly, and the two figures passed each other.

The rumbling of the subway couldn't drown out his frantic heartbeat.

......

"Give it to me!"

Snapped!

The postcard in her hand was snatched away by Liu Yun, who seemed a little guilty.

Those memories are like shards of glass, all shattered.

Chen Jianji then came to his senses. He stiffly raised his head, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Who is this for?"

"No... I didn't give it to anyone."

Liu Yun hurriedly hid the postcard in her pocket, but the moment she looked up and met Chen Jianji's gaze...

But then he suddenly froze.

She had never seen Chan Kin-kei with that expression before.

Those eyes held emotions that shouldn't be present at that age.

"I'll ask one more time, who is it for?"

Liu Yun trembled.

Chen Jianji's face, though expressionless, gave the impression that she wouldn't give up until she spoke.

Especially those hands that were gripping my wrist tightly.

Liu Yun, who was still a high school student, had never seen such a scene before.

She subconsciously recalled the postcard, which made no mention of who wrote it.

He then forced a smile and said, "Someone asked me to give it to Li...Li Wenyan."

"But not with this..."

Before she could finish speaking...

Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the door.

Liu Yun looked over instinctively, her eyes suddenly lighting up, and then she cried out in a distressing voice.

"Qing...Qingxue!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yun could feel the hand loosen.

Her hands were finally freed from their restraints.

But the burning pain in his wrist indicated just how much force Chen Jianji had used.

The footsteps drew closer.

Chen Jianji lowered his eyes.

The footsteps stopped when the person behind him came to a stop.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance of grass and trees.

That was the cheapest shower soap at the school convenience store, and it was the one she used before she got to know him.

Chen Jianji finally made a move; he slowly turned around.

I saw that face, which was even more indifferent and expressionless than usual.

The two looked at each other as if they had returned to the initial stage when they were strangers.

Chen Jianji looked at Lin Qingxue quietly.

In an instant, he seemed to understand something.

That 100,000 yuan.

It was that 100,000 yuan that made Lin Qingxue nod in agreement and admit that the letter was for him.

It was this 100,000 yuan that led her to make a promise to herself to get married as soon as she entered university.

But Chen Jianji subconsciously kept erasing this money from their relationship.

After all, Lin Qingxue always clearly distinguished between gratitude and affection.

Over the course of ten years, she encountered many helpful people, both in school and in the business world after graduation.

It could be to offer a helping hand or to provide an opportunity for cooperation.

She always reciprocated with money, without any personal feelings involved.

But Chen Jianji forgot that there was always one exception to her.

It was Li Wenyan, and perhaps later, it will be him too.

The former is following one's true nature, while the latter is a burden imposed by coercion.

She knew that what she had always wanted was to be with her.

That letter, in the end, was in the wrong hands at the wrong time.

And now, everything has finally returned to the right path.

Chen Jianji slowly loosened his hands that had been hanging by his sides.

He remembered their beginnings.

I was standing next to her seat, chatting with someone.

Lin Qingxue is back.

He smiled and tilted his head.

"Hey, you seem a little unhappy?"

"Who upset you? I'll help you get revenge."

now.

Chen Jianji looked at her.

Looking at this face that has been etched in my mind for ten years.

He didn't say anything.

He simply and calmly withdrew his gaze.

Then he turned around and left.

......