"I'm sorry…" Perhaps the man said something, as the figure behind the tree suddenly came out.
"Don't apologize to me, you owe an apology to yourself," the woman said as she walked away.
After she came out, the man inside quickly followed.
A man and a woman ended up facing Xia Chuyi and another person.
Interestingly, Xia Chuyi knew them both perfectly well—it was Jiang Fengqi and Song Zhicheng.
Upon closer inspection, Jiang Fengqi's face showed little emotion, her eyebrows and eyes carried a slight hint of disappointment.
Song Zhicheng, however, looked rather gloomy.
"Huo Shiqian?" The first to blurt out in surprise was Song Zhicheng.
Xia Chuyi looked at Song Zhicheng, then at Jiang Fengqi, and then at Huo Shiqian.
Huh, this scene felt eerily familiar.
The last time Uncle Liberation Army and Xia Chuyi strolled around the school, they had bumped into Song Zhicheng and Jiang Fengqi.
So, honestly, this was quite coincidental.
"What a coincidence, what a coincidence… ahem." Since they met in such a scenario, it felt a bit like overhearing a private conversation, so Xia Chuyi's tone was a bit awkward.
"Yes, it is quite a coincidence." As she encountered someone she knew, Jiang Fengqi quickly composed herself, erasing that slight trace of disappointment from between her eyebrows, "Are you here for a walk?"
Xia Chuyi thought: Being a future foreign minister, her emotional control is impressive.
Seeing Jiang Fengqi handling it so gracefully, Xia Chuyi felt much less embarrassed.
"Yeah, just wandering around," Xia Chuyi smiled, picking up the conversation.
Jiang Fengqi also smiled and said, "Then you guys go ahead, I'll head back first."
"Okay," Xia Chuyi smiled and nodded, "Take care."
Then, they nodded at each other.
Jiang Fengqi then stepped away and left.
Song Zhicheng glanced at Xia Chuyi and the other person, and then at the departing Jiang Fengqi, hastily muttered to Huo Shiqian, "Sorry, I should get going too."
After saying that, he hurried in the direction Jiang Fengqi had left.
"Fengqi!" Song Zhicheng called out, his voice filled with evident urgency.
After they left, Xia Chuyi watched their figures disappearing and couldn't help but think about their conversation.
Jiang Fengqi had mentioned Ou Jiao, so Song Zhicheng also knew about "Ou Jiao"?
And from Jiang Fengqi's tone, it seemed like Song Zhicheng was willing to sacrifice something for "Ou Jiao"?
Xia Chuyi remembered what Uncle Liberation Army had told her; Song Zhicheng seemed to have a verbal marriage agreement with "Ou Jiao."
So, did Jiang Fengqi mean that Song Zhicheng planned to marry "Ou Jiao"?
Suddenly, she remembered something.
In her previous life, Jiang Fengqi had remained unmarried. Could it be because Song Zhicheng actually married Ou Jiao and that Jiang Fengqi could not stop thinking about Song Zhicheng?
Xia Chuyi shook her head.
No, that wasn't it. She believed that if it were true, Jiang Fengqi would make herself completely forget Song Zhicheng—after all, if Song Zhicheng married Ou Jiao, he would already be someone else's husband.
So, did Song Zhicheng eventually not marry Ou Jiao?
Xia Chuyi couldn't help but wonder.
After all, in handling this matter, Song Zhicheng was just like Second Young Master Ou, stubbornly stuck in a dead-end, entering a black hole.
If Ou Jiao were found, Song Zhicheng would marry her. That was Song Zhicheng's obsession.