Unfortunately, his identity was special, so his time was different from that of ordinary people.
He had this kind of vacation now because, comparatively speaking, things were still calm, but as soon as something came up, he would have to rush off to where he was needed.
So he raced against the clock, beginning to frantically read everything about Qimen Dunjia.
It was just a pity that some things, no matter how smart he was, couldn’t be mastered overnight.
By this time, it was already the year 1987.
After a big snowfall, the twelfth lunar month arrived.
This winter was exceptionally cold.
Qin Yize stood at the entrance to Gu Garden’s alleyway, as usual, leaning against the jeep...
and in the winter night, he lit a cigarette.
In the darkness, the red glow flickered on and off, just like Qin Yize’s heart at that moment.
He really missed Qiaoqiao.
He wanted to hold her hand, he wanted to hold her in his arms.
He wanted to touch her soft hair.
He wanted to tell her about the agony of yearning he had endured these days.
But he didn’t dare to see her, he was worried that Gu Qiaoqiao’s mouth would again utter words that would pierce his heart.
Words that, each time he recalled them, would cause him heartfelt pain.
He wished he could lose his memory and forget everything.
He stared foolishly at the light in the sculpture studio.
Like a statue on a winter’s night.
Suddenly, Qin Yize’s eyes widened, then he blinked hard.
He couldn’t believe what he saw, for it appeared there was a silhouette in that window.
Indeed, that figure had long been etched into his heart’s sea, and he needed just one glance to recognize her.
But in the next moment, the silhouette disappeared.
Immediately after, Qin Yize gave a wry smile; what was he still hoping for?
He took a deep drag on his cigarette.
But he didn’t expect that puff of smoke to choke him.
He coughed violently.
When he finally calmed down, he took another angry puff.
This time, a warmth spread through his chest, without the discomfort he’d felt before.
Just as he looked up, he saw a delicate figure standing in front of the more than two-meter-high red lacquered wooden gate of the Gu family at the end of the alley.
Even in the pitch black of night, even with no light anywhere, even from a great distance,
so far that he couldn’t make out the person’s clothes or appearance...
He still recognized her immediately.
So, was she looking at him through the window just now?
At this thought, Qin Yize’s heart began to leap joyfully.
His ashen gaze sparked with flecks of light,
as if in the next moment, it would set his entire being aflame.
He stood there, motionless.
And Gu Qiaoqiao also stood there, motionless.
The two of them gazed at each other from afar on this winter night.
At this moment, their gazes traveled through the cold wind, the ice and snow, the dark winter night...
and met somewhere in the air.
The distance between them was truly too vast...
so vast that they could only perceive each other by feeling, sensing each other’s everything.
Gu Qiaoqiao could distinctly feel Qin Yize’s restlessness and his longing and passion for her.
She hadn’t expected Qin Yize to be so deeply devoted.
She thought that after the events of that day, Qin Yize would give up on her.
Then he would resolutely leave her behind.
With his credentials, what kind of girl couldn’t he find?
It was said that now many families’ daughters were eager to marry Qin Yize.
After all, Qin Yize was now a free man.
And he was different from before.