Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

After Luo Zhouran finished his speech, he exchanged greetings with the school leaders and hurriedly left the venue surrounded by the crowd.

Lin Qinghuan watched him go away, and saw him sternly rejecting the junior high school girl who came forward to ask for his autograph.

The originally sunny and enthusiastic boy is gone, replaced by a bit of coldness. How come after not seeing him for a few years, the aura he exudes is somewhat similar to that person?

He got into a red supercar and started the engine, making a roaring sound, standing out in the restless crowd.

In just a few seconds, the car shot out like an arrow, leaving the crowd chattering behind, until the red sports car disappeared, and then the crowd left reluctantly.

"The official performance is tomorrow, and the senior will be here."

They still hope to see Luo Zhouran again.

"I wonder if senior Bai Yueguang will show up. I really want to take a look."

"I heard the school invited him, but he didn't even show up at the rehearsal. I guess it's over."

They didn't know that if they turned back a little, they would see Lin Qinghuan at a glance.

Her low-key dress and tall figure still stand out in a university full of beautiful girls.

It's just that there were too many beauties attracted by Luo Zhouran, and people's attention was focused on the radiant Luo Zhouran. Naturally, no one paid attention to Lin Qinghuan who was standing alone not far away.

The rehearsal was still going on in the venue. After meeting his old friend, Lin Qinghuan lost interest and walked around the campus alone.

Wherever I look, there are memories.

The place that I once felt scared and wanted to escape from desperately, now becomes a place of nostalgia when I revisit it.

Underground parking lots, parking lots in front of teaching buildings, canteens, classrooms, and even rooftops...

They are all the shadow of that person.

For five years, it wasn't just Lin Qinghuan who had no news. There was also no news from He Yanlang after she had a car accident.

No entanglement, no contact, no meeting, no love...

This is just as she wanted.

After revisiting the old place and returning to the hotel, Lin Qinghuan turned on his mobile phone and bought a flight ticket back to the romantic country in three days.

She planned to attend the school anniversary, go back to her hometown, and then leave.

At night, I had a video call with my parents.

"Child, you flew back without going home first, but ran to Longcheng first." The mother scolded.

Lin Qinghuan laughed and said, "I came to meet an old friend. I will go home after attending the school celebration tomorrow night."

"Are you going back?" Mom asked with a gloomy face.

After all, with Lin Qinghuan's current accomplishments, there is no need for her to go back, unless she can't stay in the country anymore and is unwilling to give up.

Lin Qinghuan hesitated. He had already bought a plane ticket for four days later, but when his mother asked him, he felt a little guilty.

Only people with psychological scars can't let go of the past.

Five years later, she is still desperately trying to escape.

"I don't know." she answered.

Mother Lin knew what hesitation meant.

"Huanhuan, do things that make you happy." The mother said earnestly. After Lin Qinghuan experienced a car accident, both of her parents became more clear-headed.

In this life, whether she gets married, has children, or gets back together with someone is all up to Lin Qinghuan.

After all, not to mention Lin Qinghuan's current career and money, the two old people would have more than enough to support several Lin Qinghuans in their lifetime.

All that's left is to do what makes you happy.

"I'm very happy." Lin Qinghuan replied, "I have money and free time, and you are healthy, so I have nothing to be unhappy about."

"Really...really..." The mother repeated "really" twice in a row. Whether Lin Qinghuan was happy or not, both parents knew. "But mom and dad know that you are not happy. There has always been a thorn in your heart."

When she was in a car accident that year, He Yanlang also disappeared completely.

How can she remove that thorn?

She knew what her parents were talking about, "Mom, I've let go of He Yanlang's matter a long time ago."

She wanted to tell her parents that the three words "He Yanlang" were not a taboo for her. It was not that she could not mention them. Instead, she could mention them openly.

What's more, it's just Lang.

Only.

After hanging up the phone, fireworks were set off outside the window, in the direction of the school.

It lasted for an hour and a half.

After the fireworks, there was a large drone show.

...

At 6 o'clock in the evening, the school anniversary cultural evening began on time.

Only Teacher Wei knew that Lin Qinghuan was sitting in the audience as an ordinary person, and the rest of the outstanding alumni were all in the front row.

Lin Qinghuan donated 30 million yuan. Among the huge group of outstanding alumni of Peking University, this amount is really not large. For example, Luo Zhouran directly donated all the hundreds of millions he earned from the film he made this time. What's more, there is a big shot like He Yanlang. The figure of billions is simply shocking.

That night's school celebration opened the eyes of all students, as if money was just a string of cold numbers. And there was also the Peking University school hunk, He Yanlang, who had never appeared but had already whetted everyone's appetite.

After the donation was completed, Luo Zhouran went up to give a speech. At the end of his speech, he had a little selfishness in his heart. Looking at the densely packed crowd in the audience, he said.

"Lin Qinghuan, I don't know if you are in the crowd, but what I said five years ago still counts. I have been waiting for you."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Everyone was instantly ignited, and the entire venue erupted in warm applause. The crowd began to boil, and they stood up and shouted loudly, "Lin Qinghuan, Lin Qinghuan..."

Everyone around Lin Qinghuan also shouted her name, little did they know that she was right next to them.

In an instant, Lin Qinghuan's eyes turned red.

Five years have passed, and Luo Zhouran has become so outstanding, but he still can't forget her.

This emotional debt is truly a sin.

Five years ago, Luo Zhouran said, "If you still don't have a partner and haven't married in five years, you should be with me and marry me."

"I'm sorry, Zhou Ran..." Lin Qinghuan murmured.

Suddenly, her hands were tightly wrapped by a pair of big hands, with their fingers crossed.

Lin Qinghuan turned around in surprise. Although half of the person's face was covered by a mask, leaving only his deep features exposed, Lin Qinghuan recognized the person in front of her at a glance. She knew that there was an extremely perfect face under the mask.

His eyes looked at her with great affection, and the entire universe seemed to be hidden in them.

"Huan Huan..."

It seems like a sound from nature. After many years, it finally reaches the ears of the person you love.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned, his heart was surging with indescribable emotions.

She broke free from He Yanlang's hand.

At the same time, Luo Zhouran's voice appeared on the stage again.

"If you are with him, then I wish you the best. Remember, you deserve all the good things in the world, Lin Qinghuan."

Thunderous applause once again filled the entire audience.

Love is fulfillment and also letting go.

"Now that you've listened to him, it's time to listen to me, okay?"

It took He Yanlang five whole years without stopping to be able to stand beside him so openly.

He looked at Lin Qinghuan expectantly.

God knows how he got through the past five years. Not getting entangled, not meeting, it just cost him half his life.

He was not sure what Lin Qinghuan felt towards him, and he was afraid that she would refuse without even having a chance to speak.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned for a long time.

Finally, he answered "OK" in a very peaceful manner, and then added a murderous sentence, "No matter what, there is no chance for us."

He Yanlang's hands were stiff and he felt cold all over his bones.

"Huanhuan, I won't force you anymore. Make your decision after listening to me, okay?"