Chapter 110
Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950 This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com
After Li Xin got off work, she went to the flower shop. Even though the woman at home probably didn't understand romance, it didn't stop her from wanting to send her flowers.
"May I ask what kind of flowers you need, and who you want to send them to?" The female clerk at the flower shop asked warmly. She felt that the woman in front of her was as beautiful as a red rose. Indeed, women were like flowers.
"Eleven red roses, for my woman." Li Xin pointed to the vibrant red roses and said, "Indeed, I still think red roses are the most beautiful."
The female clerk looked at Li Xin in surprise. It turned out she was into women, and she was so open about it. Perhaps it was because she was so beautiful, or perhaps it was because she was so open, that it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.
"Eleven roses* represent deepest love," the female clerk said with a smile.
*according to Baidu, 11 roses represent undivided love, also 11 = 1 + 1 = 2 (Èr) which is homophonic to 爱 (Ai) - Love
"Yes, she is my deepest love," Li Xin replied with a smile. Wenwen was indeed her deepest love.
"She should be very happy to receive the flowers," the female clerk said as she wrapped the bouquet.
"Well, maybe not. She's not a very romantic woman," Li Xin shook her head. Wenwen always killed the mood of love.
"Then she must be a very special woman," the female clerk was still good with words.
"Indeed," Li Xin said proudly. Wenwen was the most special.
As Li Xin left the flower shop and headed towards her sports car, someone called out to her.
"Li Xin." The voice came from behind. Li Xin turned around and was slightly stunned when she saw the familiar face. This woman was someone she used to like.
"Long time no see," Yang Ting looked at Li Xin and smiled. After they broke up, she went to the United States. She had wanted to look for Li Xin several times but never had the chance. She didn't expect to meet Li Xin as soon as she returned to China. They were indeed fated.
"Long time no see," Li Xin didn't expect their reunion to be like this. Yang Ting was even more beautiful now, perhaps because she was better at dressing up than before. She wore more makeup now. When Li Xin liked her before, she couldn't see any flaws in Yang Ting. All she saw were her strengths.
"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" Yang Ting asked.
Li Xin nodded.
Li Xin stirred her coffee in silence and handed the prepared coffee to Yang Ting. She didn't know what to talk about with her old lover.
"Do you still remember I only like one packet of sugar in my coffee and not too hot?" Yang Ting happily took the coffee. Li Xin still remembered her preferences.
"It's hard for people to change their habits," Li Xin always took great care of the women she liked, even if it was in the past.
"Indeed, just like your habit of giving three red roses to women. I remember you used to give me three every time," Yang Ting glanced at the roses placed aside and looked at Li Xin. Li Xin seemed more mature and charming than before. She seemed much more glamorous than before. Her appearance matched her personality, always overly enthusiastic. Her enthusiasm sometimes made people feel suffocated, but when the enthusiasm faded, she realized that she couldn't find anyone else who could give her such enthusiasm.
Li Xin didn't know how to respond, so she just smiled. This woman had once played a very important role in her life. She still had some soft feelings for her in her heart. She was the second woman she had loved and spent a year trying to forget.
"Li Xin, you shouldn't have been so good to me back then. It made me compare every relationship afterward. It always made me feel disappointed and regretful later on," Yang Ting counted the roses in Li Xin's hands. It was eleven, not three. Did she have someone she loved the most now?
"The past is the past," perhaps she didn't love her enough. Even though she had given her all to her before, even though she felt sad for a while after they broke up, it wasn't as painful as it was with Yan Ruowen. Li Xin believed in the saying that people might have many relationships, but only one would be unforgettable. But if it wasn't for Yang Ting's departure, her heart wouldn't have been empty for Yan Ruowen.
"If it weren't for her now, would you come back to me?" Yang Ting couldn't accept it. This woman used to belong to her.
"Maybe," Li Xin wasn't sure. She knew how weak she was when it came to love. Only she knew that if she hadn't fallen in love with someone else before, if she knew Yang Ting still had feelings for her before she fell in love with someone else, she would definitely try to salvage their relationship. But now everything was too late. Her heart had already been filled by another woman. This feeling could only turn into memories.
"If I try to pursue you again, would you give me a chance?" Yang Ting asked hopefully. She believed that Li Xin still had feelings for her.
"If it's between someone who loves me and someone I love, I'll choose the one I love." It was true in the past, and it was true now. It wouldn't change. She would rather take a thousand steps toward the one she loved than take a step back and compromise with someone she didn't love. Some people, once they stopped loving, they stopped loving.
"Once, I was the one you loved," Yang Ting said self-mockingly. She always thought that "once" was the cruelest word, representing loss. "Once I was young, once I was rich." The person who said this had already lost. They could only helplessly talk about the past as a memory.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait for you forever, I couldn't stop myself from loving her more," Li Xin said gently. Perhaps such an explanation would be easier for Yang Ting to accept.
"Is that why you want to give her eleven roses instead of three?" Yang Ting suddenly wanted to know what kind of woman made Li Xin give eleven roses.
Li Xin nodded. "It's getting late, I have to go back. She's waiting for me at home." Li Xin glanced at the clock and said to Yang Ting.
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Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950 This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com
Yan Ruowen looked at the clock. Li Xin said she got off work at six, and considering the short distance, she should have arrived in ten minutes. But it was already seven-thirty, and she hadn't returned yet. Yan Ruowen refused to admit that she was deliberately waiting for Li Xin. She was just very sensitive to time. She didn't like being late, even though Li Xin's delay wasn't really considered late.
Just when Yan Ruowen didn't know how many times she had frowned, the door made a sound, and Li Xin came in holding a large bouquet of red roses.
"These are for you." Li Xin handed the roses to Yan Ruowen. Yan Ruowen's expression still looked indifferent. Li Xin couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This woman really didn't understand romance.
"Why do you like giving me flowers when you know I'm not interested in them?" Yan Ruowen didn't quite understand Li Xin's behavior. Since she knew that she wasn't surprised by flowers at all.
"I'm willing to, so what?" Li Xin rarely showed annoyance. Was there a need to be so straightforward about not being interested? This woman definitely didn't know what the meaning of eleven roses was.
"Are you reminding me to give you flowers?" Although Yan Ruowen was not very smart, she was not stupid. Although she wasn't interested in things without practical value, Li Xin always seemed to be particularly interested in those things. All seemingly ineffective actions should carry some purpose.
Li Xin looked at Yan Ruowen with some surprise. In fact, if Wenwen put her mind to it, she was quite thoughtful about certain things. At least, Yang Ting never knew how much she looked forward to receiving flowers. She was always used to accepting what she was given.
But Li Xin didn't answer Yan Ruowen's question. If she admitted it, it would seem like she was asking Yan Ruowen for it. But if she didn't say anything, and Yan Ruowen suddenly gave her flowers, it could be considered an epiphany.
Seeing that Li Xin didn't answer, Yan Ruowen knew that she had guessed right. She remembered it, and since Li Xin liked it, she would have the chance to give it to her in the future. But it would only be once. Yan Ruowen felt that those things were superficial.
"Did you buy flowers for an hour? You said you got off work at six," Yan Ruowen casually said, looking at the bright red roses. Even though they were beautiful, they would only last a few days. They were not very useful, unlike cash.
Li Xin thought of Yang Ting and looked at Yan Ruowen strangely.
"If I told you, I was stopped and got confessed to today," Li Xin looked at Yan Ruowen's expression and asked, wanting to capture the expression she wanted from Yan Ruowen's face.
"Oh," Although Yan Ruowen's expression remained unchanged on the surface, she felt slightly uncomfortable inside.
Li Xin looked at Yan Ruowen with frustration. This woman really didn't care.
"I insist on taking a thousand steps towards you and refuse to step back with others. I'm afraid that one day, I won't be able to hold on anymore." Li Xin said stubbornly. In fact, she had already taken nine hundred steps. She would definitely not give up, especially when she felt that she was about to reach her destination with those last hundred steps. But she always felt impatient with herself.
"If one gives up so easily, then forget it," Yan Ruowen frowned.
Li Xin looked at Yan Ruowen's furrowed brows and suddenly felt very happy. Wenwen was indeed jealous. If it were the previous her, she would have wished that Li Xin would stop bothering her. How could she be afraid of Li Xin giving up?
Author's Note:
Li Xin is always very good to her lovers. Such a good woman naturally attracts attention. Yan Ruowen's jealousy is just beginning…
