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The restaurant played a gentle piano melody that intertwined with the patter of rain outside, creating a somewhat noisy atmosphere.
Jiang Jingyun didn't look at Wang Fuhai, who had stormed off, any longer. Sitting in her original seat with her head down, her voice was stiff. "What are you doing here?"
Zhou Yunyan didn't hesitate to take the seat Wang Fuhai had just vacated, grabbing her hand. "Why did you block me?"
He didn't bring up the recent incident, preserving her last shred of dignity.
Jiang Jingyun stiffened, tugged at her hand, but he held on tight.
Even after he had seen her at her most vulnerable, she tried to shrug it off nonchalantly. "I don't have the habit of keeping in touch with ex-boyfriends."
She was reminding him that they had broken up.
Zhou Yunyan's eyes darkened as Li Beize's words from last night echoed in his ears.
Falling for her at the age of thirty wasn't something to be ashamed of.
"Jiang Jingyun," he called her name, "be my girlfriend."