What was happening here?
Fang Jinxiu looked at Jun Zhenzhen’s surprised expression illuminated by the lantern.
How would I know! I didn’t know how I should answer him, so I just brought him in! I also made the guards leave! I threatened them not to tell Grandmother! Then I went to call you!
Only the devil knows what’s going on!
Fang Jinxiu stuffed the lantern into Miss Jun’s hands, before running off.
After giving her the lantern there was light enough that it wouldn’t be totally pitch-dark. She didn’t go too far; enough so that they could talk without being heard, but not so much that outsiders would think that the man and woman were alone.
She was really worried.
This what she promised those guards. Right now, not too far away, stood the group of guards who looked like they’d seen a ghost.
What was this nonsense, Fang Jinxiu grumbled inside, rolling her eyes at the sky. This is the result of not sleeping obediently.
Ning Yunzhao looked at the girl in front of him. She was lifting up the lantern, just like the first time he had seen her. Only this time, her hair was loose, hanging behind her back. She wore a white damask shirt and red skirt. She seemed to not know that she was going this far from her courtyard. She hadn’t brought a cloak with her, and in the spring night she appeared to be frail as a willow.
This was the attire of someone going to sleep. This wasn’t an appearance a blood brother could see, only the most intimate person.
Ning Yunzhao lowered his gaze.
"No wonder you knew what day my birthday was on," he began.
This was the first line exchanged when they met again. He had considered so many opening lines, and in the end what he said was something he had never thought of saying.
Miss Jun stared, then smiled.
A normal girl would never know Ning Yunzhao’s eight birth characters, but as his former fiancee who held a marriage contract, she would know it very well.
"Yes," said Miss Jun, "very coincidental."
Ning Yunzhao looked at her.
"Was it a true coincidence or a fake coincidence?" he asked.
Miss jun stared. The lantern in her hands illuminated the young man’s handsome but perplexed face.
Was it a deliberate plan to meet him and play chess.
It wasn’t strange that Ning Yunzhao would be mistaken. It really was too coincidental; even she was surprised. There was no way to explain it.
"You’re overthinking it," she said as sincerely as she could.
Overthinking it? Just one sentence, saying overthinking it? Just one sentence, as explanation for everything?
His heart was churning, so much so that he didn’t know what happened. But what was even scarier was that he suddenly couldn’t stop his churning emotions.
Perhaps because it was night. The night could cover the emotions he suppressed and hid in the day, so they surged over, unrestrained.
"It was just me overthinking?" he parroted. Perhaps nothing like that had been said before, up to the point his voice was trembling.
Miss Jun stared blankly again when she heard the sorrow and unease in Ning Yunzhao’s voice.
She really was not suited to console people. Moreover, she had never foreseen Ning Yunzhao saying something like that.
It seemed… strange. She didn’t know how to describe this feeling.
"Yes." Although Ning Yunzhao’s emotions were abnormal, she spoke the truth.
Yes?
Yes, he was overthinking?
"Why did you give me that lantern." He looked at her.
You are still saying I am overthinking it? Since you knew who I was, you knew what our relationship was, why didn’t you say anything? Why did you give me that lantern.
Up until today it was still seated on his desk. Everyday, he would scrutinize the lantern.
A meeting so coincidental, so wonderful, making him unable to forget, making him look forward to finding her by any whay, then making him discover that the one he was so diligently looking for is someone he never cared for, someone he threw away.
Aren’t you happy like this?
This young man looked several years older than Fang Chengyu. In both rumors and their two personal meetings he had been friendly and polite. When she heard what he asked now, Miss Jun felt somewhat embarrassed.
She knew what he was thinking, and understood why he thought that. Doing that was indeed a bit frivolous.
"I, didn’t think about it that much," she said with some regret.
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