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Chapter 3 Sudden stop at halftime, true feelings blurred

———She and her story are more like a legend, a fantasy and simple legend——

I'm sorry for not continuing to tell everyone the story of Zhao Ying and Zheng Jiachuan...but I really don't want to mention them.

But the memoir is still being written, and more than half of it has been written.

I flipped through that book occasionally and always felt that something was wrong.I think...it's not like Zhao Ying loves Zheng Jiachuan and Zheng Jiachuan is married to someone else, but Zheng Jiachuan loves Zhao Ying...and, um...and is rejected by her.

Today, I took my memoir and asked Zhao Ying very seriously: "Zhao Ying, I think your description is a bit wrong."

Then she slowly approached from five meters away, with a laid-back look on her face (after reuniting with her for a year, she was like before again, really—not at all uncomfortable), and said: "It's so obvious, What I said is real."

"Oh." I slipped away from her, pretended to be thirsty, and poured a glass of water into my mouth, still confused.

"That... Zhao Ying," I quickly turned around, looked at her and said, "I'm done writing today, so I'm leaving first."

"Yeah." She looked at me, looked into my eyes, and then I had to look into hers too.

That look I've only seen in her eyes.

The reassuring eyes, that's how I used to describe it.

I looked her in the eyes and said bluntly, "I'm sorry."

She froze for a moment.

"Hmm..." I always felt a little flustered when I mentioned my child to her: "When I write my memoir next time, my son will have a parent-teacher meeting, so I can't come."

"Well, that's it." She nodded and said, "Then forget it next time."

"Goodbye then."

"Goodbye."

After that, I left her house and went straight to Birdsong Building.

One of my best friends is a novelist, and today is her book launch.

"Hey! Shuwen!" I heard a long-lost~familiar~voice.

"Derry!" I smiled and waved to her.

She took small steps, "hungry tiger rushes for food" and then hung on me: "Huh! You finally came to see me, who is as beautiful as a flower!" She rolled her eyes.

I pulled her off my body and said, "Okay. Aren't everyone busy? I come to see you, and you may not have time to entertain me."

After she was pulled off, she shook her head slightly, then slid her head on my shoulder again, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked listless.

"What's the matter? Didn't sleep well yesterday?" I said, tugging at her ponytail.

"Hmm...I thought of a super~great plot yesterday, and then I picked up the pen and wrote it, but I didn't think of it in the end..."

"In the end, I didn't expect it, so I stayed up all night."

"Hmm..." she replied.

I looked around: "Do you have anything else to do at the press conference?"

"No." She said childishly.

"Then I'll help you into the house to rest. Come on, let's go."

She fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

I sat by the window and looked at the street scene.

I still can't understand why I think it was Zhao Ying who rejected Jia Chuan...it's really weird.

So I took out the memoir again and flipped through it again and again, with growing doubts.

"There is a saying that is true, a woman who frowns often ages quickly."

Holding the book in my hand, I turned to look at her, and said coldly, "Hey, you're awake."

"So you're older than me." I knew she was going to say that.

"Hmph! Obviously you are the oldest, you are the oldest among the three of us!"

She smiled and asked energetically, "What's the matter? Why are you frowning so tightly?"

"..." I closed the memoir.

"Dre, I want to ask you a... logic question."

"Speak! When you have a question that you don't understand, you should ask someone!"

"Two girls and a boy worshiped in the same school."

"Ah."

"After that, one girl fell in love with the boy, and the other... fell in love with the girl who fell in love with their senior brother."

"Oh……"

"That boy lets the girl who loves him choose, choose him or someone else."

"..." She had an "oh my god" expression.

"Well... Before this, the girl to choose always kept a distance from the boy deliberately, but she was often with the girl who liked her, and the topic was always constant."

"Question: Who does she really love?"

"Then who is her final choice?"

I felt my brows wrinkled again, and murmured, "She didn't choose anyone."

"No one!" She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth when she heard the answer.

"Shuwen," she said vigorously, "isn't the answer obvious?"

The author has something to say: A total of seven chapters are planned to be written, and the supplementary part to the story will be supplemented here.