Even if Wang Jianguo truly had feelings for her, how could she ever hope to monopolize his attention? She knew well enough that she lacked the charm to keep a man whose heart was set on the wide world anchored to her own small patch of existence.
"Stop talking nonsense, you two."
Hé Yǔshuǐ’s voice was suddenly very soft, so soft it seemed as if the evening breeze might sweep it away. She mounted her bicycle, the tires crunching over gravel with a sharp, crisp sound.
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