Chapter 61: Sadly, it wasn't you
Seeing Tang Wu blush scarlet, Su Can felt he might have gone a little too far. They had once slept in the same bed, and now, although neither had said it outright, their relationship was more or less established. Away from school, they would walk hand in hand along long lanes and old streets beneath walls and eaves, unknown to anyone yet drawing attention.
Neither had spelled out their relationship face-to-face, but with Tang Wu, everything they had experienced together-whether he was protecting her or accompanying her and growing up alongside her-had come naturally.
As for insisting on a confession to establish their relationship, to both the relatively mature Tang Wu and Su Can, that would have been a very contrived and utterly unnecessary thing.
At their age, speaking of love was too extravagant, after all. It would bring a sense of life's weight.
Su Can's soul, with its experience of two lifetimes, could bear it. Tang Wu might not be able to.
Youth could not be lived again, and time could not be held back.
As someone reborn, Su Can also hoped that in this season of light breezes and pale clouds, Tang Wu could dance freely and lightly, with a sky of her own, rather than being weighed down until she could scarcely breathe. Never let a woman devote all her thoughts to you, nor hope that you alone would fill her entire mind. That would also extinguish the beauty of her independent character. Such a situation could only arise under the particular social conditions and educational systems of ancient times, not in a modern woman with an independent personality.
Likewise, judging by his impression of Tang Wu from his later life, she would not be that sort of person. What Su