Chapter 73: How Could Someone Like Her Not Make One’s Heart Race?
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The girl's voice fell, and the world went quiet.
Ji Xiao held the flowers in her hand. For a moment, she wasn't sure if Wei Qingyu was simply explaining the flower's meaning or if she was trying to tell her something through it.
"When I came out of the library just now, I saw a flower shop nearby selling them, so I bought a bunch." Wei Qingyu also felt that her words were a bit too ambiguous, so she added an explanation.
"I see." Ji Xiao squeezed the flowers in her hand. For some reason, she felt a little disappointed.
The storm that had been forecasted was about to arrive. The air was thick with stifling humidity.
The wind brushed against their exposed skin, and suddenly, a few icy droplets splashed onto Ji Xiao's arm.
Before she could react, the heavy clouds swallowed the last sliver of golden light in the sky.
Without any warning, the long-awaited rain poured down in torrents.
Wei Qingyu was caught off guard, her thin figure drenched by the sudden downpour.
Ji Xiao reacted quickly. She took off her jacket and held it over both their heads.
Wei Qingyu instantly felt the rain hitting her lessen, and her cold hand was suddenly grasped by a warm one.
She heard Ji Xiao’s voice by her ear, shouting, “Run!” Before she knew it, the girl in her sight was already pulling her toward the car parked by the roadside.
The rain was pouring down too heavily, splashing up water everywhere as it hit the ground.
Pedestrians caught in the rain looked disheveled, and even the car radio was commenting on how terrible the sudden downpour was. But to these two people, this moment felt incomparably wonderful.
Their hidden emotions and racing hearts melted into the rain, blending under the sudden storm and silently flowing into each other.
“Miss! Miss Wei!”
The driver, running toward them, finally caught up. A huge black umbrella covered both of their heads.
Ji Xiao and Wei Qingyu looked at each other, both drenched and equally miserable. Yet, at the same time, they burst into laughter, as if they had just survived not a rainstorm, but life and death together.
The heavy rain only grew stronger. The silver-white car sped through the rain curtain like a flash of lightning.
Inside the car, the heater was turned up to the highest setting. A thin layer of mist clung to the driver's forehead, while the faint scent of Tumi flower lingered in the enclosed space.
A large spare towel draped over Wei Qingyu's head, covering her entire body. Sitting beside her, Ji Xiao carefully rubbed her rain-soaked hair dry.
Her silky black hair, now wet from the rain, appeared even darker and shinier. Strands of it hung over her shoulders, revealing her delicate, fair neck.
The skin on Wei Qingyu’s shoulders and collarbones, left exposed by her dress, was flushed a light pink from the cold rain.
The drenched white dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her soft and slender curves without reservation.
The overhead light cast a glow on the thin fabric, faintly revealing the cool whiteness of her skin. The contrast between that pale complexion and the soft pink on her shoulders and collarbones was striking.
The scent of mint drifted from the damp suppressant patch, lingering in the air. In this moment, the fragility unique to an Omega, which Wei Qingyu had never shown before, was laid bare.
Ji Xiao was rubbing Wei Qingyu's hair, and couldn't help but feel her cheeks grow hot.
She avoided making eye contact with Wei Qingyu’s body, and one hand returned the towel to Wei Qingyu, saying, "You should wipe yourself, you're older than me, why do I have to take care of you?"
Before her words could finish, Ji Xiao grabbed the towel that was draped over her shoulder, swiftly raised her hand to cover her head, and turned her face toward the car window so that no one could see the red on her cheeks.
The rain outside grew heavier, the wind whipped the plants by the roadside, making them sway wildly, while the inside of the car remained as quiet as ever.
Ji Xiao rubbed her own hair, and couldn't help but think of the conversation she had with Qi Qi in the hospital room earlier.
Indeed, confessing to Wei Qingyu on her birthday was a great choice.
After all, it was her own stage. Even if Wei Qingyu didn't accept her, she could just laugh it off and continue maintaining the relationship as it was before the confession.
"That, Wei Qingyu." Ji Xiao looked at the car window and said, "My 17th birthday is at the end of next month."
Wei Qingyu stopped wiping her hair and gently responded to Ji Xiao’s back with an "Mm."
"I'll be holding a birthday party at my house. Will you come?" Ji Xiao said as she turned her head to look at Wei Qingyu sitting beside her.
Wei Qingyu understood the meaning behind Ji Xiao's words but didn't want to answer directly.
She looked at Ji Xiao calmly and, once again, extended her probing olive branch, throwing the question back at her: "What about you? Do you want me to come?"
Of course, Ji Xiao wanted Wei Qingyu to come, or she wouldn't have asked.
However, Ji Xiao didn’t want to expose her expectations for Wei Qingyu so early, so she lifted her face and pretended to be proud, answering coyly, "Well, you’ll have to prepare a really good birthday gift for me."
Wei Qingyu smiled upon hearing that, "Alright."
The streetlights outside the car window lit up, one by one, casting golden lights that swiftly moved through the dark canvas, like stars with tails.
And Wei Qingyu sat gracefully amidst the galaxy.
Her slightly dry long hair clung to the side of her face in a somewhat messy way, and the small, round tip of her nose still carried a hint of lingering pink.
Her full cherry-red lips curled into a beautiful arc, contrasting sharply with her pale, cold skin under the light, both sensual and alluring.
Thump, thump...
Ji Xiao could hear the rhythmic beating of her own heart.
How could someone like her not make one’s heart race?
Ji Xiao looked at Wei Qingyu and blinked involuntarily. That familiar feeling of warmth returning to her cheeks settled once again.
She hurriedly rubbed her hair and irritably called to the driver, "Ah, don't blow such hot air, it's the middle of summer, it's so hot!"
With that, Ji Xiao turned her head away.
The yellow light at the intersection turned to red, and the car slowed to a stop under the traffic lights.
Outside the window, a slender tree was battling against the strong wind beneath the light, its damp green leaves falling to the ground, collecting in the nearby drain with the flowing water.
Ji Xiao smiled faintly as she thought about it, her lips curling slightly.
She felt like this tree, stubbornly fighting against a world with a predetermined ending.
From not wanting to die, to wanting to rewrite the plot so that Wei Qingyu belongs to her.
People are always so greedy, lost in their desires, unable to extricate themselves.
Relentless, repeating this over and over.
….
The heavy rain pulled the entire city into an early night. The dark sky hid the stars, with only the torrential rain beating against the windows.
Outside, the fierce wind raged, turning everything into a vast ocean, while inside the room, the light was warm, quiet, and peaceful.
Source: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5896087
This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
The rising heat covered the large floor-to-ceiling windows with a layer of white mist, and small white flowers bloomed within it.
They looked like Tumi flowers, but also not quite.
The rain continued to wash over the glass, yet the small white flowers remained clustered together on the window.
Under the combined light of the lamps and the fierce storm, it created a unique and artistic atmosphere.
The young girl's fingers gently traced the glass, and another small white flower appeared.
Childish yet beautiful.
Ji Xiao comfortably lay in the bathtub, admiring her glass artwork. She reached for the tablet, still playing the anime, and took a photo.
Adjusting the colors, and cropping.
Ji Xiao cropped part of the photo she had just taken, and, feeling particularly satisfied, she changed the original simple stick figure avatar to this one.
The bath was almost done, so Ji Xiao wrapped herself in a white towel and walked out of the bathroom.
Holding her tablet, she admired her newly changed avatar, with her wet, long hair revealing a smiling face.
No one knew what the small flowers she drew were.
No one knew what these small flowers represented.
Ji Xiao held the secret known only to herself and secretly planted a Tumi flower in her heart.
She thought, that if the scar on her arm couldn’t be removed, she would tattoo a Tumi flower there.
After changing her clothes and returning to her bedroom, Ji Xiao saw a porcelain white, high-necked small vase elegantly placed on her desk.
The floral tools she had requested were also prepared by Aunt Wu, right next to the Tumi flowers she had brought back.
Ji Xiao carefully untied the ribbon on the bouquet and began arranging the flowers that Wei Qingyu had given her.
Although the bouquet had been through a downpour, the Tumi flowers still looked great.
The white, delicate petals were adorned with tiny droplets of rain, and the soft green leaves with fine thorns looked vibrant.
Su Shi once said, "Tumi flowers do not compete for spring; they bloom the latest, silently."
Tumi flowers are the latest to bloom among all spring flowers and also the longest-lasting.
They bloom in late spring, and can still be seen in late summer.
Ji Xiao trimmed the branches in her hand, hoping she could be like them.
Then... what about Wei Qingyu?
'What is the meaning of the Tumi flower?'
'The last lover.'
A gentle breeze brushed against Ji Xiao's cheek, and the conversation between the two of them before the heavy rain echoed in Ji Xiao's ears. The ambiguous words of the girl made Ji Xiao smile faintly.
Even if there were other explanations later, it seemed as though they were merely attempts to cover up the truth.
Thinking this, Ji Xiao momentarily spaced out, and the branch of flowers in her hand slipped, falling to the ground under the desk.
The soft white petals fell to the floor, making Ji Xiao feel particularly heartbroken.
She quickly squatted down to pick up the flowers, but when she looked up, she bumped directly into the bottom of the desk drawer.
"Thud."
It sounded like an empty noise, causing Ji Xiao to pause for a moment.
She remembered that her drawer was full, and there was no way it would make such an empty sound.
With a puzzled look, Ji Xiao glanced at the drawer and noticed a small latch between the intersecting beams.
She reached out and pulled it, revealing a hidden compartment at the back of the desk.
Ji Xiao shone her flashlight inside. The clean little space held several notebooks stacked neatly together.
From cartoon covers to plain ones, from yellowed pages to brand-new ones—they looked like the original owner's diaries.
As if discovering a new world, Ji Xiao opened the newest notebook and casually flipped to a random page.
[February 20, 2735 Heavy Rain
I went to her family's funeral today. The rain was so heavy, and the stone-paved road was all mud underneath, making it ridiculously hard to walk. I really do not understand—so many people there, yet she had to choose my dad to support her, while I could only follow behind with the bodyguards. I hate going to the cemetery. My pants got mud splatters all over, and my shoes too. I should not have worn these shoes today.]
The original owner's handwriting was much messier than Ji Xiao's, exuding the arrogance and recklessness of a pampered young lady.
Yet beneath all the complaints and grievances, there was a single line of small, distant handwriting.
——[She seemed to have lost weight.]
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