Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Xu Wennuan didn’t talk much about Gu Yusheng. She remembered something important only after she had already answered Qin Zhi’ai’s question. “Are you free tonight? Wu Hao said that he wanted to invite us all to dinner.”


  “Yeah,” Qin Zhi’ai said slowly, and glanced at where Gu Yusheng was. He’ll come to dinner with us if Wu Hao invites us all.

  In fact, Gu Yusheng had left before they stopped skating, which disappointed Qin Zhi’ai.

  Because of Gu Yusheng, every time Xu Wennuan asked Qin Zhi’ai out, she said yes.

  It wasn’t every time that she could meet Gu Yusheng, but the majority of the times, she could.

  With more contact with these boys, Qin Zhi’ai gradually discovered that although Gu Yusheng’s friends sometimes played jokes on him, they were still very careful of what they said. She later learned that the cigarettes and alcohol he used were a special supply and couldn’t be bought in stores.

  At that time, Qin Zhi’ai finally realized that Gu Yusheng was different from her normal understanding of rich boys. As for what made him different, she couldn’t describe it, but she had seen a high-level official get out of his car just to greet him. Qin Zhi’ai always saw the official on the State TV news.

  It was also at that time that she realized they didn’t belong to the same world at all.

  To her, he was the god.

  But to him, she couldn’t even be compared to a servant.

  Her love to him was hidden in the bottom of her heart, gradually deepening, until he occupied her whole life.

  Gu Yusheng never started a conversation with her, while she would get too nervous to talk to him whenever she saw him.

  But if one really liked someone, one would never be satisfied by just being their friend, because every second they saw them, they wanted to own them.

  Once, they stayed at an internet cafe the whole night. At midnight, Qin Zhi’ai passed by Gu Yusheng on her way to the bathroom. He leaned on the chair drowsily, watching an American series. The bottle of green tea on his table was empty. He probably didn’t notice, so only after he tried to take a drink did he realize that the green tea was already gone. He frowned, tossed the bottle on the table, put his hands behind his head, and continued to stare at the screen.

  Qin Zhi’ai never thought she was a considerate person, but she subconsciously went to the front desk after coming out of the bathroom.

  She obviously wanted to buy a bottle of green tea for Gu Yusheng, but she was afraid that someone would find out her secret, so she counted the number of people, and bought everyone a bottle of black tea at the cost of half of her living expenses for a month.

  With a bottle of green tea, she finally said her very first sentence to Gu Yusheng. “Here you are.”


  Just three simple words made her palms sweat. She didn’t dare look at him, so she put the green tea on the table as quickly as she could.