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Chapter 747: That Unromantic Student Council President (The End)

She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to take leave; she just felt like something was guiding her.

She confidently told the driver to take the car back, and walked over by herself, wanting to appreciate the view of the sky and earth blending into one for the first time ever.

Strange, she's clearly not someone who enjoys appreciating scenery.

Song Zhishu thought listlessly, walking very slowly, just like the car Zhao Eyun drove in the dim twilight the day before she left. Slow and steady, slow and quiet, slow enough for one to have enough time to smooth the wrinkles and scars on their lover's face.

When I arrived at my brightly lit home, the snow had stopped. A thin layer of downy snow covered the green fields and wasteland, making heaven and earth blend into one color. The moon rose, and the snow-covered landscape was bathed in a silvery light, reflecting a silvery glow and even a deep blue hue.

Song Zhishu felt warm all over as she walked, but when she looked up, she saw a tall but thin figure standing in front of her house.

Her eyesight is excellent, but this time she couldn't see it clearly at first glance.

But the once still heartbeat suddenly began to pound violently the moment it caught sight of something.

Her heartbeat was the first thing she recognized.

As if sensing something, the figure paused and slowly turned around.

When Zhao Eyun's eyes fell into the heart, heaven and earth lost their color.

His hand, which was tucked into his pocket, twitched slightly, then nervously rubbed it from time to time. But his face remained perfectly smiling, so gentle it seemed to melt away the thin layer of snow and moonlight, as he softly called out, "A-Shu."

Song Zhishu stubbornly pursed her lips, staring intently at him without saying a word. Zhao Eyun chuckled, took another step forward, and extended his hand, his voice soft yet solemn as he said each word: "Ashu, it's snowing. I've come back to see you."

Suddenly, Song Zhishu rushed towards him and threw herself into his arms, sending shivers down her spine.

Zhao Eyun felt his heart was filled. He gently but preciously hugged her shoulder. She didn't speak, so he talked to himself, rambling on and on: "Why is A-Shu so thin when I hold her? She's only a few months old. Why can't she eat? No, how could A-Shu not eat? You're the best eater."

Song Zhishu got angry and stomped on his foot.

Instead of being angry, Zhao Eyun smiled and soothed her by stroking her hair. The air was filled with the coldness of snow and the cool fragrance of Song Zhishu, which dried up all his dampness and gloom.

"I knew I was lucky enough, otherwise how could I have actually met you on my first trip here to find Ashu?" Zhao Eyun said with a smile, without mentioning how long he had been waiting or how long he would have to wait. Song Zhishu pouted, her heart aching and throbbing, wanting to ask so many questions, but in the end, she managed to say, "Have you made a name for yourself yet?"

Zhao Eyun laughed: "No, I'm still completely unknown."

Looking at the faint bruises in his eyes, Song Zhishu felt indignant: "I finally managed to heal you, and you've caused trouble again."

Xiaoyu cooked all the meals; anyone who didn't know better would think she made a huge contribution.

Zhao Eyun nodded solemnly: "Yes, it was my fault."

Seeing him like this, Song Zhishu's first reaction was that he really didn't look like a student anymore, and she blurted out, "You look like an adult."

Zhao Eyun: "Is it ripe?"

Song Zhishu shook her head and hugged him: "You look old."

Zhao Eyun, 19 years old, looked older than her age. He finally burst into laughter, his voice clear and bright. He put his arm around her shoulder, rested his head on her shoulder, and then slowly buried his face in her neck.

He felt like crying.

Looking back on the road we've traveled, it was somewhat bitter.

When I saw her, I felt like things weren't so bad after all.

He said, "Ah Shu, happy winter."

Song Zhishu patted his head: "Be happy every day."

She paused, then added, "You."

"...No, we."

She paused again, then added a few more people: "Um... Song Chao, Mom, Xiao Yu, Liang Shengyu, Xu Chu... all the people I love, may you be happy every day."

Especially you

You look so tired, Zhao Eyun.

…When Zhao Eyun came over that day, he only held her for a while before urging her to go back and rest and sleep. Song Zhishu never refused Zhao Eyun, nor did she refuse to sleep, let alone when Zhao Eyun urged her to go to sleep.

She will feel reluctant to part with it, but she won't be sad.

Because she believed that Zhao Eyun would definitely come to find her in a grand and glorious manner.

Since then, Zhao Eyun has never come to see her again. She has no way of getting information about him, except for the occasional increase in his favorability and the constant increase in his dark side, which remind her: Oh, Zhao Eyun is still alive.

She wondered if he thought of her occasionally.

That's definitely not as much as she thinks of him.

Song Zhishu was smug, feeling that he had surpassed his opponent, and added Zhao Eyun's name to his notebook.

Senior year of high school was uneventful for her; she even managed to participate in the sports meet. The class monitor, who had always avoided her like the plague, finally stammered and approached her after being rebuffed by all the other students.

When she met Song Zhishu's raised eyes, she shuddered and asked her with a mournful face if she wanted to sign up for the sports meet.

Song Zhishu readily agreed.

She first wrote her name on the women's 1000m without hesitation. Later, seeing the scattered registrations below and the class monitor looking troubled, she simply signed up for all five events. When she saw the 5m sprint, she wrote Zhao Eyun's name in pencil. Thinking of how he ran, she laughed so hard she almost fell over. Finally, she erased it and neatly wrote her own name, which blended with the not-quite-clean pencil marks, like a painting in the making.

The squad leader, dumbfounded, fled in disarray.

Thus, at this sports meet, Miss Song's astonishing strength left the freshmen speechless, while those in the juniors and seniors who had already witnessed her prowess couldn't help but scratch their heads, wondering what exactly Song Zhishu's physical structure was. Song Zhishu even felt like someone was taking pictures of her, wondering if they had made her look bad. After graduating from high school, Song Zhishu, following the standards of the Song Dynasty, entered a top-tier university with a major in economics, seemingly determined to cultivate her with great effort.

After starting university, Song Zhishu became noticeably busier, and at her current level, she naturally attracted many suitors. However, it was obvious that no one had the patience and perseverance of Zhao Eyun; at this age, most of them were unlikely to disregard everything for someone they liked.

However, Song Zhishu was also annoyed by the situation, and she even said that she had a girlfriend.

The other party is usually taken aback, then falls silent, and finally asks with difficulty who it is.

She readily replied: "Zhao Eyun."

Coincidentally, Song Chao had also been extremely busy lately. When she finally remembered to call her old man, Song Zhishu noticed that the usually calm and collected old man looked quite unwell, except when they were talking past each other. So, Song Zhishu suddenly had a thought and decided to go back to the old house to see what was wrong with the old man.

She took out the key.

She opened the door.

With a "whoosh," all the sunlight poured in.

Zhao Eyun narrowed his ink-black eyes, his smile deepening instantly, making even the sunlight lose its warmth.

“A-Shu,”

"I've come to marry you."

The moment he saw her, his 40 points of corruption suddenly dropped to zero.

Seeing you is the greatest happiness I can experience.