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After listening to his words, Qin Song first said, "Pei Xingzhi, I believe you have not harassed anyone."

He then revealed his true purpose: "But I still want to ask you, did you save your WeChat chat history with Qin Sisi at that time?"

Pei Xingzhi nodded: "I have saved all of our chat logs. Although this happened a long time ago, I am still resentful, which is why I have never dared to delete the chat logs. I hope that one day I will have a chance to prove my innocence."

"You've really gone through a lot." Qin Song raised her hand and gently touched his face, her eyes full of concern. "Could you show me the chat history?"

Pei Xingzhi replied without hesitation, "Of course."

He picked up his phone, unlocked it, opened WeChat, and retrieved the chat history that had been gathering dust for several years.

"Look," he said, handing his phone to Qin Song and showing it to her openly.

Qin Song took the phone and started reading from the message "You have added the other party as a friend. You can start chatting now."

Completely different from the content in those three chat screenshots, no one who saw the chat history on Pei Xingzhi's phone would associate it with "harassment".

"Hmm," "Okay," "Sure," "You're welcome..."

"Just give the things to another senior student, and he'll pass them on to me..."

"Thank you, but I don't like milk tea..."

"It's too late today. If you need anything, come to my office tomorrow..."

The chat log was fragmented; only a few sentences showed Pei Xingzhi talking the most. Pei Xingzhi was a very tactful person; every time Qin Sisi contacted him, he would reply very simply.

If we have work to do, we talk about work; if we don't have work to do, we don't chat.

The chat history stretches across a long timeline, roughly equivalent to a semester. However, during this entire semester, no single chat between Pei Xingzhi and Qin Sisi exceeded ten sentences.

Judging from these chat logs, Pei Xingzhi not only had no desire to harass Qin Sisi, but sometimes he was even annoyed by Qin Sisi's incessant chatter.

"Okay, my hot pot is ready. I'm going to eat it now. Let's chat again next time..."

"It's quite funny, but I have to go now..."

"My phone's fully charged, I'm going to stop now..."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Pei Xingzhi made up these lame excuses several times when he didn't want to talk to Qin Sisi anymore.

On the contrary, Qin Sisi was a little unhappy after being given the perfunctory treatment.

"Okay, senior, you go ahead and do your work. I can manage on my own..."

"Is my senior avoiding me? Why does he always say he's busy?"

"Senior, why aren't you drinking the milk tea I bought you? If you don't like it, I'll get you something else next time, okay?"

Looking at the message Qin Sisi sent, Qin Song frowned in disgust. If she didn't know that Qin Sisi liked Lu Yibai, she would have suspected that Qin Sisi had once considered harassing Pei Xingzhi.

"Is Qin Sisi still your WeChat friend?" Qin Song returned the phone to Pei Xingzhi.

Pei Xingzhi shook his head: "I don't know. I haven't had any contact with her since that incident. I don't know if she deleted me."

"Oh." Qin Song nodded.

Pei Xingzhi looked down at her and asked softly, "Xiao Song, why did you suddenly think of asking about this today?"

Qin Song smiled and asked instead of answering, "Pei Xingzhi, your birthday is coming soon. How about I give you a big gift for your birthday?"

Pei Xingzhi first said "okay," and then asked curiously, "What kind of big gift is it?"

"I can't tell you now." Qin Song pretended to be mysterious, raising his hand to tap Pei Xingzhi's nose. "You'll know when your birthday comes."

“…Hmm?” Pei Xingzhi narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

Around 5 p.m., Qin Song was curled up on the sofa working on his manuscript when he suddenly received a WeChat message from Song Yihuan.

—Teacher Qin, do you have time tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner.

Qin Song thought about her schedule for tomorrow and realized that she had no other plans besides finishing her manuscript. So she decisively declined.

Sorry, I've got so many orders coming up, I probably won't have time to go out for the next few days. Let's postpone our dinner date.

Song Yihuan: Okay, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Qin.

Qin Song replied with an "Mmm," then turned off his phone and continued working on his manuscript.

But a short while later, Song Yihuan sent another message.

—Excuse me for asking, when will you be free recently, Professor Qin? I really want to treat you to a meal.

“Recently…” Qin Song frowned and thought seriously for a moment, then replied: “I’ve been busy meeting deadlines lately.” (Tears streaming down his face)

Song Yihuan: Okay, then good luck, Teacher Qin! Let me know when you're done with your work, I definitely want to have a meal with you!

Qin Song: Okay!

"Who are you chatting with?"

After Pei Xingzhi finished his call with Ye Ci, he saw Qin Song holding a tablet and playing on his phone, laughing as he played. He immediately felt a little gossipy.

Qin Song casually made up a lie: "I was talking to a colleague about going out for a meal in a while."

"Hmm." Pei Xingzhi picked up the cane leaning against the side and stood up from the bedside using the cane.

He has been practicing using crutches throughout this period, and now he can walk steadily on his own with the help of crutches.

He walked over to Qin Song and, with Qin Song's help, sat down on the sofa.

"Is the work finished?" he asked, looking at Qin Song.

"Um..." Qin Song blinked and hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "It should be... over."

"Should?" Pei Xingzhi was taken aback by her hesitant description. "Why should it be 'should'?"

Qin Song scratched his head: "Then let's remove 'should'. My work is done."

Pei Xingzhi: "Then I'll use the tablet."

"..." Qin Song's breath hitched.

"What's wrong?" Pei Xingzhi noticed Qin Song's unusual expression and felt something was off.

"...It's nothing." Qin Song took a deep breath and stiffly handed the tablet to Pei Xingzhi. "You can use it."

Pei Xingzhi frowned in confusion and unlocked the tablet.

Qin Song had just finished drawing and hadn't even exited the software yet. Now, Pei Xingzhi opened the tablet and immediately saw the design draft that Qin Song had just drawn.

“This, this is…” Pei Xingzhi was stunned when he saw the simple yet sophisticated design.

Qin Song was stunned for a moment, then his eyes darted around and he immediately found a reason for himself.

"This is a copy I made from someone else's work when I had nothing else to do. What do you think? How good is my copy? Isn't it exactly the same as the original?"