Chapter 17: So Close Yet So Far (4)

  Looking at this heartbroken boy in front of me, he is troubled by love, hurt by love, deeply trapped in love, and all of this is because of me.

  At this moment he is a pitiful person, at this moment he is a friend who needs comfort. Yes, I must comfort him, just like comforting myself.

  My hand gently rested on his shoulder, and I said softly: "I've heard that deeply liking someone, and that person also deeply likes you, is the happiest thing in this world. Because it's a kind of luck, and this life is enough, even if we are forced to part ways, it's better than others, do you understand?"

  At the moment I said this sentence, my heart seemed to have some relief.

  "I'm listening," he said. He was originally a gentle and mild-tempered person anyway.

  "Are you feeling better?" I wiped away tears. He was the same.

  I don't know how I walked out of his house, it was already dusk. A gentle breeze brushed against my cheek, and my heart still ached.

  A person walks on this road, which is very close to his home. Pedestrians are all in a hurry to rush back home. The weather is still very hot, but why do I feel so desolate?

  "Qing Yi, follow me." Just as I was pondering, I heard someone calling me, the all-too-familiar Xi Ying, no need to turn around to know it's him.

  "You haven't eaten yet! You've been at my place for an entire afternoon and you haven't had a meal, I actually let you off just like that, I should be punished." He showed his usual humor again.

  Looking at him like that, he seemed to have no more heartache, and my mood also improved.

  "Let's go, let's eat!" he said with delight, hiding his sorrow.

  Because I liked the name "Four Seasons Love", we went in.

  It was like a silent dinner party.

  From the moment the waiter served our meal until the end of the dinner, we didn't exchange a single word. We each thought about our own thoughts, thinking about each other, about love, and about the future - that unpredictable future. It was as if what needed to be said had already been said. So in the end, we remained speechless.

  It's just a concern that overflows between each other's expressions. He helps me clip dishes, I help him pour juice, as if we've known each other for many years.

  When he came out of Siji Lian, he held my hand, holding it as if he was afraid of losing his beloved, very gently and tightly.

  The sky has darkened, the night is mysterious and enchanting. On this summer evening, although the daytime bustle has disappeared, the streets are still filled with cars coming and going, neon lights casting shadows. The city is bathed in a beautiful glow of light, and the vibrant images can still be seen.

  We walked hand in hand on this street like a young couple.

  "Let's go have some coffee!" he suggested.

  Coffee, my parents sometimes took me to drink with them when they were discussing things with their friends. I didn't really like drinking coffee, especially at night as it would keep me awake, but there's this one caramel macchiato that I fell in love with after having it with mom.

  "But you're still ill, you should go back and rest early!"

  "It's okay, just a minor illness, it's nothing."

  Sitting in the cafe on the left bank, looking through the window at the night view, beautiful and refreshing. Those summer flowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering beautiful secrets.