"Thank you."
Wang Yi nodded in thanks, his tone calm.
After hesitating for a moment, she softly invited him:
"Let me treat you to a simple meal tomorrow. It won't be an interview—just a birthday dinner for you."
Wang Yi fell silent for several seconds. He understood her feelings and knew where the boundaries lay.
He already had a family. His responsibilities came first, and he had never entertained any thought of crossing the line.
In the end, he agreed and chose a low-key American restaurant.
The next evening, the two sat by the window.
They spoke only of basketball, the team, and the growth of young players.
Scarlett rarely spoke. Most of the time, she simply watched him quietly, her eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance, content to keep him company in silence.
At last.
Wang Yi raised his glass of water, his tone sincere and resolute:
"Scarlett, thank you for all your support and respect over the years. I cherish our friendship, but I already have a family."
Scarlett's eyes dimmed slightly, but she soon nodded in understanding, forcing a smile.
"I understand. I never intended to disrupt your life."
The meal was simple and restrained. After paying, they walked side by side down the street without saying a word.
When they parted at the Parking Lot, Scarlett held out her hand and gently shook his.
"Good luck in the Playoffs. I'll be at courtside, watching you all the way."
Wang Yi nodded.
"Thank you."
The car door closed, and they went their separate ways.
An unspoken affection ended at the boundary, hidden within respect.
Wang Yi returned to his family, his heart at peace.
Scarlett returned to work and continued accompanying him through his final journey as a reporter.
At last, April 16 arrived, and the Playoffs