The Clever Daughter and Father Match Wits

March in Junsha was still bitingly cold, like winter. The young ladies who loved looking pretty could not wait to put on their short skirts, refusing to wear tights even when their pale skin had been chilled to the rotten red of a dead fish's belly.

Yan Huaye shifted her gaze away from the passing college students. Returning to Xiangtan University after so many years, she found unfamiliarity and familiarity intertwined, leaving her in a daze.

Campuses of this era seemed steadier, yet more vibrant. Even the gloomy weather could not diminish the youthful energy radiating from the young people.

Yan Huaye tugged at her knitted cardigan. That youthful vitality only made her feel older, the gray desolation of having little expectation for the future accumulating in her quiet eyes... Whenever people looked into her eyes, they often felt that this woman had already lived out her entire life.

Until she saw her daughter, light appeared in her pupils.

Yan Huaye wore a qipao. Her face was slender, and her figure slightly thin. A woman like her wearing a qipao always seemed more artistic and cultured, rather than like a certain female professor at Xiangtan University who loved qipaos and made people marvel at her as a peerless beauty, enchantingly gorgeous.

Her gaze moved from Yan Qingcheng's face and settled blankly on the plane trees sprouting tender leaves in the spring breeze. These trees covered all of Xiangtan University. Some had been planted by him, while some had been planted by her and him together. By the time she left Xiangtan University, these trees had already taken firm root.

So many years had passed, and there had been no word from him. Yet the leaves of those plane trees rustled as though softly recounting his old stories.

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