Meeting you in autumn

Seeing this, Shen Chen still had doubts, but he didn't press the matter further.

The two walked out of the dessert shop side by side, and the bustling crowd at the entrance automatically made way for them.

However, just as they were leaving, they heard a murmur behind them.

"Wow, look! What a beautiful woman and a handsome man! They're such a perfect match!" a young girl exclaimed with envy.

"That's right, that's Miss Guan, and the one next to her is Young Master Shen! It's said that they've been childhood sweethearts and have always been very close." Another person chimed in.

"Oh dear, does that mean they're a perfect match?" someone asked curiously.

"Of course! I just happened to see the way Young Master Shen looked at Miss Guan, and it was full of love!" someone added.

……

These whispers did not escape Jing Yi's ears, who was hiding in the corner. Every word was like a sharp blade, deeply piercing his heart.

At this moment, his fists were clenched, his body trembling slightly with anger. He was almost losing his mind and rushing out to stop Guan Yu, to confront her and ask her directly what he meant to her. Was he just a tool to be used at will?

In the end, he didn't step forward. He only said, "Guan Yu, you win," and then turned and left, disappearing into the bustling street.

Guan Yu's earlier excitement had faded, and she whispered to Shen Chen beside her, "Brother Shen Chen, I'm tired. I want to go back."

When Shen Chen heard that Guan Yu said she was tired, he asked with concern, "Then let me take you home."

Guan Yu nodded, and the two walked home together.

Guan Yu remained silent the entire way, seemingly lost in thought. Shen Chen tried to break the silence, but didn't know how to begin.

When they arrived at her doorstep, Guan Yu suddenly turned around, looked at Shen Chen, and a look of guilt appeared on her face. "Brother Shen Chen, thank you for spending time with me today."

"It's alright, go back!"

Guan Yu hummed in agreement and turned to walk home.

Shen Chen watched Guan Yu's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Finally, he turned around and drove away.

Meanwhile, Jing Yi, who had left behind, had a gloomy face all the way, as if he was shrouded in a layer of icy coldness.

His steps were heavy and firm, each step like walking on a knife's edge, revealing his inner unease and determination.

The moment Jing Yi stepped into the Fu family's old mansion, his eyes were as cold as icy stars. His gaze swept over Butler Zhang, who immediately felt the chill and couldn't help but shiver.

But he still ran in with a happy face and shouted to the people in the living room, "Grandpa, the young master is back!!"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone in the living room froze, their eyes all turning towards the door.

Jing Yi was dressed in black, like a ghost in the night. His face was as pale as paper, as if he had lost all his vitality.

His steps were somewhat unsteady, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.

Jing Yi walked up to Grandpa Fu, his gentle voice trembling slightly: "Grandpa, I've come to see you."

His eyes flickered with complex emotions, a mixture of longing for his grandfather and unspeakable pain.

Tears streamed down Old Master Fu's face. His trembling hand gently stroked Jing Yi's head as he said tenderly, "Little Yi, good boy."

His voice was full of love and heartache, as if he wanted to pass on all his warmth to Jing Yi.

Then, he wiped away the tears that had fallen from his eyes, leaving two clear streaks on his aged face.

Seeing this, Fu Li was also happy, but a hint of worry was in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why did you suddenly come to City A?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Yi's body trembled slightly, and his face became even more gloomy, as if a dark cloud had been covering his face.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

"It must be Guan Yu, the eldest daughter of the Guan family!" Fu Li stared at Jing Yi, his gaze like a sharp sword piercing straight into Jing Yi's heart.

Jing Yi didn't speak, but a look of pain flashed across his face.

Then, with a smile, she looked at the old man in front of her and said, "Grandpa, Xiao Yi missed you!"

His smile held a hint of forcedness, as if he were trying to conceal the sadness in his heart.

"Grandpa misses Xiaoyi too! Xiaoyi hasn't come to see Grandpa in so long!" Grandpa Fu said with a kind smile.

His smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and gentle, but Jing Yi could sense the bitterness behind it.

"Grandpa, I will come to see you often from now on." Jing Yi's voice was firm, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"Where's Grandma? I haven't seen her." Jing Yi suddenly thought of something, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"She's at the Feng family's house, chatting with Old Madam Feng!" Old Master Fu said with a gentle yet helpless tone, thinking of Old Madam Fu.

Upon hearing the name Feng, Jing Yi immediately lowered his eyes, a flicker of pain and resolve in them. He thought of Guan Yu.

His fingers clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if he wanted to vent all his pain.

"Grandpa, I have to go back now. I'll come see you next time!" Jing Yi's voice was tinged with urgency, and his steps quickened involuntarily, as if he wanted to escape from this place.

"So soon? Xiao Yi, stay with the Fu family!" Old Master Fu's voice carried a hint of pleading, and his eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Grandpa, I'll definitely stay next time." Jing Yi looked at the old man who looked reluctant to part, his smile carrying a hint of apology.

He knew he couldn't stay any longer, because he had more important things to do.

Seeing this, Fu Li said, "I'll take you!" His voice was firm, as if he wanted to hold up a sky for Jing Yi.

Jing Yi did not refuse; he silently followed Fu Li out of the Fu family's old house.

Jing Yi did not refuse, but simply nodded silently, as if he had already made up his mind.

Then, the two slowly walked out of the Fu residence, their figures appearing exceptionally small in the darkness.

"Xiao Yi, what I just said was right, wasn't it!" Fu Li stared intently at the person beside him, his eyes gleaming with determination.

However, Jing Yi never answered his question; his gaze was unfocused, as if he were avoiding something.

"Let's leave it here!" Jing Yi suddenly said, his tone resolute.

His voice echoed in the air, as if conveying an unspeakable emotion to Fu Li.

As he spoke, Jing Yi quickly walked forward, his steps somewhat hurried, as if afraid that Fu Li would continue to press him for answers.

Fu Li stood quietly, watching Jing Yi's departing figure, a sense of helplessness welling up in his heart.

He knew that Jing Yi was a person with strong opinions, and once she made a decision, it was difficult to change it.

He smiled helplessly, a smile that contained his understanding and heartache for Jing Yi.

He knew that Jing Yi must be hiding a lot of untold pain and helplessness deep in his heart, and that only he himself could bear it.