Chapter 552: Song Yu

Holding a bouquet of crimson roses, Li Heng braved the snowflakes as he entered the Peking University campus.

The female secretary behind him had intended to call him back and offer an umbrella, but seeing his hurried pace, she ultimately let it go and did not follow him into the campus.

It was already noon; Li Heng hesitated, abandoned the idea of going to the Law School, and instead made his way confidently to the entrance of the female dormitory building.

Upon seeing Li Heng again, the dorm supervisor's attitude was vastly better than before—she knew this young man was someone extraordinary.

Everyone on campus had heard that Song Yu's boyfriend was that legendary writer; the dorm supervisor, with over a decade of experience, had naturally heard the rumors too.

Li Heng approached the window and said: "Auntie, could you call Song Yu from Room 202?"

The dorm supervisor had been away earlier and didn't know if Song Yu was in her room, so she simply turned on the loudspeaker and shouted:

"Song Yu from Room 202! Song Yu from Room 202! Your boyfriend's here for you!"

"Song Yu from Room 202! Song Yu from Room 202! Your boyfriend's here for you!"

Li Heng: "..."

He'd been to so many female dormitory entrances before, but never had he encountered such a blunt dorm supervisor.

As soon as the loudspeaker blared, dozens of girls leaned out of their windows, staring down at him, whispering among themselves about who he was.

After turning off the loudspeaker, the dorm supervisor teased: "You're such an important person now—don't be shy. Everyone on campus knows you two are a couple. No guy's dared to approach Song Yu in over a year."

Li Heng found this flattering and immediately fell into cheerful small talk with the dorm supervisor.

Soon, two girls came down, glanced curiously at him, then walked up and said: "Great writer, Song Yu isn't in her room."

Li Heng recognized them—they were Song Yu's roommates; the one speaking to him was Liu Yang.

He asked: "Do you know where she went?"

Liu Yang replied: "After her second class this morning, she went to the library with Chen Xiaoyu. She's probably still there."

"Thank you!" Li Heng sincerely said.

As he pondered whether to head to the library, Liu Yang added: "You can wait for her in our dorm room. Normally, they'll be back within half an hour."

If he were any other guy, Liu Yang wouldn't have been so forward—she knew the dorm supervisor wouldn't allow it.

But this man? The dorm supervisor would definitely give him the green light.

Sure enough, the dorm supervisor chimed in: "It's turned cold today. It's a good idea for you to wait in their room."

Before he could reply, Liu Yang ventured: "Shall I take you to the library? I know exactly where they are."

Eager to see Song Yu, Li Heng didn't hesitate: "Alright, thank you."

The two of them set off toward the library, one following the other.

Because he carried roses and was a celebrity, word quickly spread among Peking University students that the famous writer had arrived.

Just as he stepped forward to climb the stairs, Li Heng suddenly felt someone watching him from afar—he looked up instinctively toward the library entrance.

This!

Of course!

There really was someone—and to his immense delight, it was Song Yu, the woman he had longed for day and night.

After more than two months apart, Song Yu, dressed in pure white, had changed subtly—her words unspoken, her breath like orchid fragrance, cool yet intellectual, more beautiful than ever, her aura richer and deeper.

She stood beneath a black umbrella in the swirling snow, gazing at him.

Beside her was another person—her inseparable best friend, Chen Xiaoyu, holding a gray umbrella.

Seeing his face light up with joy as he ran toward her, Song Yu stepped forward under her black umbrella, tilting it over his head, and asked: "It's not a holiday or break—why are you here?"

Li Heng smiled happily: "Last night, while writing my new book, I suddenly missed you so much I had to see you. So I got up early this morning and rushed to the airport."

Wanting to see someone without reason—that's true longing.

His voice wasn't loud, but Song Yu heard every word filled with sincerity.

Under the umbrella, they gazed at each other, feeling the depth of his emotion up close—she realized: this man feared that once he began writing his new book and slipped into his immersive world, he'd be gone for a long time, so he came now to see her before it started.

Li Heng handed her the roses: "Here, take them—I can't hold them."

Song Yu automatically took the flowers and asked: "What do you mean you can't—?"

But before she finished speaking, his free arms pulled her into a tight embrace—she couldn't help but laugh and sigh, realizing he'd used the roses as an excuse to hold her.

Around them, many students passed by; windows on the second and third floors of the library were packed with heads, all watching this tender moment without blinking.

One girl whispered: "Wow! I wish I had a boyfriend like this—handsome, talented, and knows how to be romantic. He's my dream prince."

Another girl scoffed: "You're dreaming again. Even if such a guy came to you, you couldn't hold onto him—you'd need Song Yu's beauty and aura."

Thinking of Song Yu's beauty and aura, the girls nearby fell silent. No comparison was possible—the gap was too vast, leaving no room even for envy.

After a while, someone else said: "Have you read the newspapers? Many literary critics are predicting that 'Bai Luyuan' will be the strongest contender for this year's Mao Dun Literature Prize."

"Of course! This year's Mao Dun Literature Prize belongs to 'Bai Luyuan'—who else could it be?" This one was clearly a diehard Li Heng fan.

Another girl said: "Hey, keep your voices down—you're distracting me from watching the handsome guy."

A girl muttered in agreement: "Exactly. This is true talent meeting beauty—so enviable."

"..."

After two months, being held in his arms again, Song Yu felt no awkwardness—only a quiet, natural comfort.

She stood quietly against his chest, smiling faintly as she studied his eyes, then finally said: "Alright, let go. Everyone knows who I belong to—you won't lose me anytime soon."

Li Heng raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased: "What do you mean 'lose'? You're mine—where would you run?"

Song Yu gazed at him with calm composure, smiling without speaking.

Their eyes met, and Li Heng had a thousand words, a hundred longings—but faced with her piercing, soul-seeing gaze, he fell silent, unsure where to begin.

What should he say?

In two lifetimes, whether facing anyone, he had always remained composed, calm, and in control.

Whether facing Xiao Han and Zijin, Teacher Yu or Teacher Wang, Mai Sui or Da Qingyi—he always stayed confident, always held his own ground, never lost himself or became too passive.

But only Song Yu—the woman he had fallen for at first sight—left him powerless. Or rather, he couldn't bear to make her uncomfortable, couldn't bear to let her endure even the slightest injustice.

In his past life, he had admired her; in this life, his love for her remained unchanged. In both lifetimes, she was the one person most special to his heart.

Song Yu reached up gently to brush the thin layer of snow from his head and said calmly: "You haven't had lunch yet, right? Wait for me at the entrance of the dorm lobby—I'll go back to my room and come right down."

Hearing this, Li Heng released her at once: "Alright."

Back at the entrance of the female dormitory lobby, Li Heng remembered something and said: "Didn't you say you'd invite your roommates to dinner? Ask them if they've eaten yet—if not, join us. Tell them 'Dog Millionaire' is treating everyone—eat whatever you want."

Song Yu smiled beautifully, handed him the umbrella, and walked into the dorm building, roses in hand, under the gaze of many eyes.

Song Yu had left, but Chen Xiaoyu hadn't moved—she was scanning him with an odd, peculiar expression.

Literally scanning.

From head to toe, then back again, Chen Xiaoyu's gaze moved back and forth over him.

In his past life, Li Heng knew this girl too well—she was a frequent guest at Song Yu's home; when he was away from Beijing, she often stayed over to keep Song Yu company.

He remembered her marriage hadn't been happy—she couldn't bear children, felt guilty toward her husband, and eventually initiated the divorce. Afterward, she and Song Yu clung together, living and eating side by side.

Oh, right—Chen Xiaoyu later became president of Renmin University.

Li Heng turned and greeted: "Hello, Chen."

Chen Xiaoyu asked: "Did my staring scare you?"

Li Heng replied: "Not at all. I'm often admired by beautiful women like this."

Chen Xiaoyu laughed: "No wonder you're a legendary writer—your tongue is sharp."

Perhaps because of her family background, she felt none of the nervousness other girls showed around Li Heng. She continued: "Between you and Song Yu—who pursued whom?"

Li Heng countered: "Didn't you ask her?"

Chen Xiaoyu said: "I did. She wouldn't tell me."

Li Heng replied: "Given her nature, how could she possibly pursue anyone? I pursued her."

Chen Xiaoyu seemed deeply interested in this topic: "How long did it take?"

How long?

I'm still pursuing her, you know. Don't think just because she publicly admits she's my girlfriend, she's actually mine—privately, we're still polite and distant.

Li Heng thought to himself, but aloud he said: "How long do you think it would take me to win her over?"

Chen Xiaoyu thought for a long while, then gave a time limit: "One year?"

Li Heng asked: "Why one year? Why not six months? Or two?"

Chen Xiaoyu tilted her head: "Because you're incredibly compelling. Peking University has no other male like you—balanced, refined, with both charm and substance. Even Song Yu, as stunning as she is, couldn't keep you dangling forever.

I know you fell for her in high school. Giving you one year is already the greatest respect I can show her. If you wait longer, someone else will snatch you away."

Li Heng smiled slightly, saying nothing.

Chen Xiaoyu pressed: "Are you a loyal man?"

Li Heng asked: "What do you think?"

Chen Xiaoyu studied his face for a moment, then shook her head: "I can't tell. But I feel you're very attractive to women—don't you have plenty of romantic connections in Shanghai?"

Li Heng cleared his throat: "Chen, how many times have we met?"

He meant: we're not that close—don't pry into private matters.

Chen Xiaoyu glanced around: "It's not about how many times we've met. I've talked about you so often with Song Yu, I feel like we're already old friends."

Then she added: "You shouldn't be a cliché."

Li Heng's eyelid twitched: "If you say that, how can I be cliché?"

Chen Xiaoyu covered her mouth and laughed: "Since you're so interesting, I'll tell you a secret."

Li Heng leaned in: "What secret?"

Chen Xiaoyu said: "Don't be fooled by Song Yu's cold exterior—she's read every one of your books at least ten times."

Song Yu came down, accompanied by Liu Yang and another roommate named He Jingjing.

The restaurant was arranged by local resident Chen Xiaoyu; luckily, when they arrived, private rooms were still available.

No sooner had they sat down than He Jingjing picked up the menu and asked Li Heng: "Great scholar, can we order anything we want?"

Li Heng replied cheerfully: "Of course. Order freely—eat whatever you like. If you feel even a hint of disrespect to your stomach, it's my fault."

"Hehe, then I'm really ordering—let's get one roast duck." Though He Jingjing joked about treating him to a lavish meal, she ordered only one dish before passing the menu to the others.

Next, each person picked one dish; when it came to Li Heng and Song Yu, they consulted and ordered five dishes at once, totaling exactly five meat, two vegetable, and one soup—eight dishes in all.

Liu Yang said: "You ordered too much. Five of us can't finish all this."

Song Yu smiled: "It's fine if we can't finish. He rarely gets the chance to treat you all—don't worry about saving him money."

With the hostess speaking so plainly, and remembering Li Heng's staggering wealth, the women immediately shed their reservations and chatted merrily.

Liu Yang leaned forward and asked Li Heng: "By the way, big writer, our principal once joked at a meeting that you almost enrolled at Peking University—was that true?"

Oh my, sister, you really hit a sore spot.

Can't you see Song Yu is right here?

Li Heng internally grumbled but replied seriously: "My first choice was Peking University—I missed it by one point."

Song Yu gave him a meaningful look, then whispered briefly with Chen Xiaoyu before ordering several bottles of beer and soda.

He Jingjing asked: "You two are so close—will you get married right after graduation?"

At this question, all the women turned their gazes toward Li Heng.

Song Yu was the exception—calmly, she poured two cups of tea, placed one before him, held the other in her palms to warm them, and took a small sip.

Li Heng didn't answer directly but turned to Song Yu and asked: "Will you marry me after graduation?"

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyu, Liu Yang, and He Jingjing all turned toward Song Yu with eager, gossiping expressions.

Facing this deliberately thrown hot potato, Song Yu understood his intent perfectly. She stared at her tea, speaking with quiet restraint: "Everyone says behind your back that you're romantic—but my parents are traditional. First, you must propose. Then, we must be formally betrothed."

She had already been backed into a corner, with her dorm mates watching.

To outright refuse Li Heng? That was unthinkable.

Otherwise, their affection would be exposed as a farce, shattered like a mirage.

Li Heng had seized precisely this point, shifting the decision of marriage after graduation onto her.

Because anyone could see—he desperately wanted to marry Song Yu.

So the choice now rested in Song Yu's hands.

If not for Xiao Han, Zijin, and Maisui, Song Yu's answer would have been only one word: yes.

But yesterday, Chen Zijin told her that Xiao Han's mother and older sister had gone to Lushan Village—a heavy blow to her.

So she said nothing about marriage; whether it was a proposal or betrothal, as long as it hadn't reached marriage, everything remained uncertain.

She was a laid-back person who never wished to get entangled in the "Nine Sons Struggle for the Throne," but under pressure from her family, and out of respect for her grandparents and parents' faces, she had to devote some attention to it.

Having lived with her in a past life, Li Heng knew exactly what she meant by her words. He sighed inwardly, wondering where he had gone wrong.

The three women, unaware of the hidden complexities, assumed Song Yu had agreed. They eagerly began debating: Should the wedding be traditional Chinese or modern Western? Should they have bridesmaids?

Song Yu smiled and responded to each of her roommates, her expression betraying not a trace of the knife she had just plunged into Li Heng's heart.

The dishes arrived, tasting good—but to Li Heng, they lost all flavor. He ate mechanically, offering only half-hearted replies to the others' chatter.

Song Yu seemed to sense his distractedness beneath his forced smile. She fell silent, then picked up her chopsticks and placed several of his favorite dishes onto his plate.

After he and his roommates had gone through one round of beer, she raised her cup and said to him: "Let's drink together."

Their eyes met. Li Heng silently asked: Are you striking first with a harsh blow, then offering a sweet apple?

Song Yu read his gaze, smiled faintly, and drained her cup in one gulp—unusually bold.

Li Heng drank only half his beer.

Seeing this, Song Yu gently wiped the red oil from his lips with a tissue.

Only then did Li Heng feel at ease—he finished the remaining half of his beer. The women stared, bewildered: Could Song Yu, so beautiful she seemed to make life unbearable, really be this way? She not only served him food, but wiped his lips? Her demeanor was unmistakably that of a virtuous wife.

He Jingjing feigned clutching her chest, envious and jealous: "Big rich man Li, does Song Yu always treat you like this?"

Li Heng glanced at Song Yu and teased: "You're never this nice to me normally—should I lie?"

Song Yu smiled faintly, pretending not to hear.

Li Heng grinned broadly: "I'll tell you a secret—don't spread it around. She's usually even nicer to me than this. Today, in public, she's been extremely restrained."

Song Yu was speechless. This man was like a stubborn plaster—he could turn any topic back to himself.

Laughing and joking, they ate for nearly an hour.

After the meal, Chen Xiaoyu and the other two women returned to campus.

Li Heng asked her: "Do you have class this afternoon?"

Song Yu replied: "Yes."

Li Heng asked: "How many classes?"

Song Yu said: "Full schedule."

Li Heng asked: "Then, should you go to class?"

Song Yu gazed steadily into his eyes and said calmly: "I just offended you—I'd rather skip class and stay with you."

Li Heng reached out and took her hand. "Don't worry—I'm not petty."

Song Yu glanced down at his hand, thought for a moment, then made no effort to pull away—she let him hold it.

The snow grew heavier. Without speaking, they walked toward Xila Hutong. When they pushed open the gate of the Sihe Academy, Li Heng found the courtyard filled with blooming winter plum blossoms.

He led her around the courtyard, then asked in delight: "Did you plant these?"

"Mm."

Song Yu nodded and asked: "Do you like them?"

Li Heng turned his face toward hers: "Do you even need to ask? Look at my expression."

Song Yu smiled at him, tried to withdraw her hand—but he held on tight. She tried again, failed again, and finally let him lead her inside.

Once inside, she immediately said: "Tell me about Xiao Han."

Li Heng froze. His gaze lingered on her back for over ten seconds before he finally realized—this was where he had gone wrong.

He took a deep breath and asked without hope: "You know everything?"

Song Yu walked straight to the sofa, sat down, and said: "I know."

As soon as she spoke, the air fell silent.

Only the neighbor's child wailed incessantly.

The child must have misbehaved and been punished—the mother was furious, hurling curses for over ten minutes. Only after the grandmother intervened did the noise subside.

Just as the crying finally stopped, the wind picked up outside—a fierce north wind shoved the door open. Snow piled up at the threshold.

Li Heng had to rise and shut the door, bolting it firmly to keep the biting cold outside.

Under her gaze, he returned to sit beside her and finally broke the silence, recounting exactly what had happened when Xiao Han's mother went to Shanghai.

He added nothing, embellished nothing. When he finished, he fell silent and waited.

Song Yu listened patiently, then withdrew her right hand from his: "Xiao Han is doing well."

Li Heng paused. "Yes, she is."

Song Yu said: "Given this, you should marry her."

Li Heng was stunned, then forced himself to calm down, speaking low and honestly: "I'm a greedy man. You know my heart."

Song Yu remained silent.

As he struggled to find something to say, Song Yu murmured as if to herself: "Last night, I had the same dream three times."

Li Heng turned his head, concerned: "What dream?"

Meeting his eyes, Song Yu spoke slowly: "You got married. The bride wasn't me—it was Xiao Han. I watched from the side. She looked beautiful in her red wedding dress."

Li Heng's heart clenched: "All three dreams were the same scene?"

Song Yu said yes.

Li Heng pressed: "What happened after?"

Song Yu looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. She stared out the window for a long, long time before saying: "Then you went into the bridal chamber. I fainted. My mother carried me away."

Without warning, Li Heng felt a pain so sharp he nearly suffocated.

The dream felt terrifyingly real.

In his past life, when he married Xiao Han, Song Yu hadn't come to the ceremony—but back in Jingcheng, she had indeed fainted, and Chen Xiaoyu had taken her to the hospital.

After that fainting spell, Song Yu entered one of the darkest periods of her life, losing over twenty pounds in a month.

Li Heng's eyes grew damp. He reached out again and wrapped his arms around her from the side, holding her tightly.

His chin rested against her dark hair: "It was only a dream. I want to marry you."

Song Yu asked softly: "And what about them?"

Li Heng hesitated, then forced himself to say: "They're also my women."

Song Yu's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to speak—but she held back, saying nothing. She closed her eyes slowly, letting herself be held.

If not for Zijin and Xiao Han, if Maisui hadn't intruded, she would have gladly loved him—and let herself be loved—and married him without hesitation.

But the moment she thought of Zijin and Xiao Han, Song Yu, who had just been in a strange, dreamlike state, grew uncertain, hesitant, withdrawn.

Feeling the warmth in Song Yu's emotions recede like a tide, Li Heng felt no surprise—but still, a pang of loss.

After about two minutes, Song Yu rose suddenly from his arms, walked to the window, and stood there, her white robe glowing like snow, gazing silently at the heavy twilight beyond the glass.

A few more minutes passed. Li Heng joined her at the window, standing shoulder to shoulder. After a long pause, he said: "My parents have always wanted to meet you."

Song Yu turned her head to look at him.

Li Heng spoke honestly: "They questioned me—asked why I'd tangled myself with so many girls, what I was trying to accomplish, who I planned to marry. I told them your name. I told them clearly—I'm marrying you."

Song Yu withdrew her gaze and turned again to the window. "You want to take me across to Gu Lou today?"

"Choosing heaven is not as good as chance—why not come with me today?" Li Heng's face brightened with anticipation.

Song Yu fell silent.

After a long while, she slowly came back to herself and murmured, "Later. I don't feel like moving today."

It was a polite refusal.

Had it not been for Xiao Han's mother going to Lushan Village, she would have felt shy and hesitant, but in the end, she would not have refused him—she would have gone with him to Li's home.

Or, mindful that Gu Lou was Zijin's territory, she might have asked Li Heng to bring his parents over here for a meal instead.

After Zijin told her the news yesterday, she lay awake all night, tossing and turning.

During the summer vacation at Dongting Lake, they had shared a bed; their feelings had clearly grown clearer then, and she had already prepared herself, to some extent, to become a Li family daughter-in-law.

But Xiao Han's mother's visit had thrown her emotions into complete disarray.

She knew Li Heng truly loved her and had never lied to her—but she simply couldn't accept it right now.

Song Yu had also considered: Xiao Han and her mother had only gone to Lushan Village two days ago, yet the news reached her yesterday through Zijin—so fast she couldn't help but suspect: Was this a scheme orchestrated by Xiao Han and Zijin, meant to force her to back down?

She knew this was most likely an open stratagem by Zijin and Xiao Han, yet she had still fallen for it.

The reason was simple: she took love seriously; she was a pure-hearted person. After that night at Dongting Lake, Li Heng had completely filled her heart and mind, leaving not a single inch of space.

Hearing her refusal, Li Heng felt a suffocating tightness in his chest he had never experienced before.

Snow fell heavily, like countless jade flakes scattered across the earth, a magnificent sight.

Seeing he was lost in thought, Song Yu understood that her refusal had given him an unprecedented sense of defeat. After a moment's thought, she asked gently, unable to bear his pain, "Do you remember the movie we watched last Mid-Autumn?"

Li Heng snapped back to reality. "I remember. The Last Emperor, with Donnie Yen and Chen Chong."

Recalling the memory, Song Yu smiled. "You asked me then—Donnie Yen or you—who was better-looking? You said you were."

Li Heng asked, "Am I really worse than him?"

"Not at all. You're a true beauty."

Song Yu, with her ethereal grace, added, "Come see a movie with me."

Li Heng froze, startled. "Not… the Last Movie, right?"

"The Last Movie" meant the final movie—ending it all.

He was terrified she would say words like "let's part ways."

Song Yu's dark eyes fixed on his, as if seeing through his fear. Then she smiled gently, reached out, took his hand, opened the door, and pulled him running outside.

Seeing this, Li Heng exhaled deeply. Watching the girl ahead of him, he thought: It's Song Yu—she's still that kind-hearted woman. She still has pity on me.

She didn't want him to come to Beijing and find nothing, so she took him to the movies.

Though the Lushan Village incident hadn't passed—and wouldn't pass easily—she preserved his last dignity by taking him to the movies, giving him an out.

At this moment, Li Heng didn't ask for marriage—only that their relationship remain unchanged, not regress.

"Aren't you using an umbrella?" he asked.

Song Yu held his hand as they walked through the snow. "Afraid of catching a cold?"

The wind was strong. Li Heng shouted, "I'm a man—I'm not afraid."

Song Yu turned back with a smile. "If you catch a cold, I'll catch one with you."

They say the most beautiful smile is the one that turns back and stirs a hundred charms. Li Heng stared, spellbound.

Seeing his expression, Song Yu thought of one word: "idiot."

As she thought this, a faint blush rose on her face. She turned forward again and pulled him, quickening their pace.

They ran to the nearby cinema, gasping for breath.

Perhaps after days of bad luck, heaven finally favored him: they entered the cinema just in time and bought tickets for Red Sorghum. Excited, they followed the crowd into the screening hall.

Because they arrived late, their seats were at the very back.

Red Sorghum, directed by Zhang Yimou and starring Jiang Wen and Gong Li, was a recent domestic hit released last month.

The film is adapted from Mo Yan's novellas Red Sorghum and Sorghum Wine, set in Gaomi, Shandong during the War of Resistance. It tells the story of two lovers breaking free from feudal constraints to run a sorghum wine distillery—until Japanese invaders murdered the woman and the distillery workers for resisting.

The film's atmosphere was powerful, stirring deep emotion. The entire 91-minute screening saw the audience utterly silent, watching with rapt attention.

Like many women in the theater, Song Yu shed quiet tears at the tragic scenes. She wiped the tears from her eyes and suddenly said, "You'll be twenty next year."

Li Heng grunted, still lost in the film.

Song Yu said, "Next Dragon Boat Festival, I'll come to Lushan Village to celebrate your birthday."

Li Heng's heart leapt—so hard he thought it might jump out of his throat.

His first thought was Maisui.

His second thought was Teacher Yu in Building 25.

His third thought was Xiao Han.

But he couldn't and wouldn't reveal any of this. Instead, he turned slightly and asked, "Really?"

Song Yu met his gaze. "Would you welcome me?"

Li Heng beamed. "I'd laugh in my dreams. I just worry you'll be too busy with classes and can't get away."

Song Yu knew exactly what he was thinking—but didn't call him out. She teased herself:

"Now all the Peking University administrators know I'm your girlfriend. If I skip a few classes to celebrate your birthday, with your reputation, they won't give me trouble."

Hearing this, Li Heng felt both joy and deep unease.

Joy: Song Yu hadn't abandoned or distanced herself because of Lushan Village.

Unease: too much to list—even a whole page wouldn't hold it.

He was genuinely surprised: he knew Maisui was at Fudan University, right there in Lushan Village—yet Song Yu chose to go. He hadn't expected this.

It didn't match her usual nature.

Could it be that Wei Shiman's visit to Fudan had stirred her? he wondered.

He couldn't figure it out, so he settled on that explanation.

After leaving the cinema, she asked, "It'll be dinner time soon. Where do you want to eat?"

Li Heng said, "Anywhere's fine."

Song Yu asked, "How about our school cafeteria? Today's Wednesday—I always meet Xiao Feng there at this time."

Li Heng agreed.

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