"Then I'll accept your thanks without standing on ceremony."
Li Yan grinned.
"Of course."
Song Chuxia pressed her lips together and smiled.
"Master Xiao."
Song Chuxia waited with the two of them for the car they had hailed to arrive.
She subconsciously glanced at the large tree behind her again.
Only then did she seem to realize something and turn to Xiao Xiao. "Thank you."
Her luck had suddenly become so good.
It gave her a few more inexplicable ounces of confidence that she could make Qian Cheng give up.
She hoped God would favor her one more time.
From childhood to adulthood, Qian Cheng had truly been the person who left her the most helpless.
How cold could an ordinary person be toward someone who genuinely liked them, when they didn't like him back?
In any case, she could at most remain indifferent.
But every time Qian Cheng waited for her along the path she took after class, she couldn't truly pretend not to see him.
Sometimes, when she was really annoyed, she would do exactly that.
But afterward, she would feel unable to bear it.
She was truly tormented by the indecision.
And she especially hated words like tragic lover, forbearance, and servility.
She had even come to hate persistence.
Seeing it made her furious.
Yet she could do nothing about it.
Song Chuxia raised her eyes to the sky.
The overcast sky was not especially oppressive.
Instead, it possessed a quiet, lonely beauty.
She didn't dislike cloudy days.
But an overcast day in deep winter was truly a little cold.
She tightened the scarf around her neck a little.
Her voice sounded somewhat muffled because the scarf partly covered her mouth.
"Master Xiao..."
"I really hope... I can get what I want this time."