Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
That night, Qin Zhi’ai stayed with Gu Yusheng for two whole hours.
When Gu Yusheng took her home, it was already twelve o’clock at night.
That night, to take Qin Zhi’ai home, Gu Yusheng didn’t ride his bike like he had the last time, but drove a car out of the garage.
At that time, Qin Zhi’ai didn’t know much about cars, but still felt like the car he drove looked very cool. Severals years later, she finally knew that car was an Audi worth a million yuan.
Having arrived at Qin Zhi’ai’s home, she opened the door and said goodbye to Gu Yusheng, then got out and closed the door. When she had only taken several steps towards the apartment building, Gu Yusheng rolled the window down and shouted at her, “Sweetheart?”
That night, he had called her “sweetheart” many times, but every time he said it, she still blushed. She stopped in place and stood with her back to him, too shy to turn around and look at him.
She heard him opening the door and getting out, then lighting a cigarette with a lighter, and after half minute, his voice came from behind her again. “I’m sorry about last time, I couldn’t go to the cinema because of some domestic affairs.”
That night, Qin Zhi’ai had considered asking him why he didn’t come that day, but she was afraid that he simply hadn’t cared about their so-called date, so every time she was tempted to ask, she just stopped. At this moment, with his sudden explanation, a trace of joy jumped into her heart.
“If you’re free this Sunday, will you still watch a movie with me? The same time?”
Before Qin Zhi’ai turned around, Gu Yusheng repeated his words, asking if she had time for a movie at 3:30 on Sunday.
The joy in the bottom of Qin Zhi’ai’s heart was like a flower, blooming in an instant.
She was so happy that she even forgot to respond to him, so he asked again, “Sweetheart? Are you free on Sunday?”
“Yes!” With an instinctive response to him, she realized her batant eagerness and could almost feel Gu Yusheng’s fast heartbeat. Blushing as she started walking, she said “see you on Sunday” to him bashfully, then ran toward the apartment building. But before she could make it too far, Gu Yusheng grasped her wrist and put a scrap of paper into her hand, saying, “My number’s on it, contact me if you need anything.”
His hand was so hot that she felt like she had been burned and immediately broke away from his hand on her wrist, then nodded and held the paper even more tightly in her hand.
He stood there wordlessly.
She stood in front of him, looking down, then said, “I have to go.”
He didn’t respond, so after half minute, she decided to leave.
When she had just walked past him, he called her again. “Sweetheart?”