C1 Meet in Five Years

Xu Yanyi put down the newspaper in his hand and leaned back against the chair. His ice-blue eyes were like a calm lake without any ripples. Only Xu Yanyi himself knew that his heart was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Layers of waves were created, one after another. It began to spread infinitely.

His slender fingers gently caressed the delicate and pretty face on the newspaper. On it was written "The legend of Paris's fashion industry, Mo Yitong's gorgeous return." There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth as he muttered, "Yitong, you finally came back..."

In the elegant villa, Yitong opened the door and threw her shoes to the side. She sank herself into the sofa. She hated those so-called dance parties. They were all a bunch of well-dressed fellows wearing masks and feigning friendliness. However, no matter how much she hated them, she had to welcome them with a smile on her face. They exchanged a few pleasantries. This was the reality of society, the mask had become an indispensable part.

Yitong sighed. Since when did she become so hypocritical? Was it starting from that day when she was abandoned, or when she was bullied at the Paris School of Design? She could no longer remember.

A very warm body temperature suddenly came from behind her neck. She smelled the unique fragrance of the boy's hair. Her face, which had collapsed, suddenly became full of smiles. The difference was... This time, her smile looked like a spring breeze. It came from the bottom of her heart.

"Xuan, you haven't slept yet?" His tone was full of love.

"En." Mo Zhexuan nodded. His delicate and pretty face showed some heartache. "Sister, are you very tired?"

Yitong shook her head and denied, "Not tired. This is work."

"You always try to be brave." Mo Zhexuan scolded. He knew Yitong's temperament very well. She never said she was tired, and she would never let him know that she was very tired. It was like this in Paris, and it was still the same when she returned here.

"As long as you play a piano piece, I will not be tired." Yitong did not argue with Mo Zhexuan and smiled.

When Mo Zhexuan heard her, he obediently walked to the piano in the corner. The brand new piano body glowed with a cold light under the yellow light, like a cold knife.

The elegant piano music flowed down from the young man's slender fingers. It was Beethoven's Moonlight. Outside the villa, the cool moonlight was shining into the hall, removing the coldness on the ground.

Yitong closed her eyes in enjoyment. Finding Xuan should be the most fortunate thing in her life. That was why some people said that when God closed a door, he will open a window for you. If it wasn't for Lau Huiru at that time, she was afraid that she would never be able to find Xuan in her entire life.

After the song was played, the doorbell rang. Yitong frowned slightly. Who else would come at this time? She had just returned from Paris and the people in the past had already cut off contact. Who could it be?

Mo Zhexuan wanted to get up and open the door but was stopped by Yitong. She motioned for him not to move. The training that she had started when she was young had made her sharper and more meticulous than normal people. She had a disgraceful past, and it was not the first time that she had been chased. She had no worries when she was alone, but now that she had Xuan... She had to consider his safety.

Yitong held her breath. The moment she opened the door, she was suddenly stunned.

Outside the door, Xu Yanyi's invincible smile bloomed even brighter than the sun in the day. His crescent moon-like eyes narrowed into a line, and his soft black hair gave out a unique luster.

His voice was as gentle as usual. "Mo Yitong, long time no see." Then he suddenly hugged the thin girl in front of him and tightly buried his head in her hair. He choked. "Yitong, I really miss you."

Yitong, I really miss you. He had practiced this sentence thousands of times just for the sake of saying it on this day when he saw her. He did not expect that he would actually be disappointed.

Yitong was stunned for a moment and gently hugged Xu Yanyi. She said softly, "Yanyi, I also miss you."

It was true. I miss you very much, but not to the extent that you miss me.

Xu Yanyi sat side by side on the sofa. He felt a little uncomfortable. He was surrounded by Yitong's scent. It made every nerve in his body nervous. Mo Zhexuan went back to his room. He knew that his sister was not ready to let him know all about her past at this time. This needed time. Therefore, only Mo Yitong and Xu Yanyi were left in the hall. Time suddenly passed very slowly.

Yitong seemed to be relaxed instead. She opened her mouth and broke the silence first. "Have you been well all these years?"

Xu Yanyi turned his head and stared at Yitong. The blue lake in his eyes rippled. "Not good. These five years, I almost did not sleep well in order to find you."

Yitong did not expect him to answer so directly. Her eyes flickered a few times. She lowered her head and said softly, "Sorry, Yanyi. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. At that time, I had no choice."

"Because you thought that your choice at that time was only Luochen, but..."

"Yanyi, can you not talk about him?" Yitong interrupted Yanyi. Her voice was not loud, but it could not be resisted. "I have nothing to do with him anymore."

Xu Yanyi heard her and laughed a few times in a low voice. His pretty face was full of loneliness. "Yitong, you will never forget him."

"There is no need to talk about the past. It has nothing to do with whether you forget or not." Yitong explained without leaving a trace.

"You are still deceiving yourself as usual." Xu Yanyi teased. After knowing her for so long, she was always that silly girl with smoke rising from her mouth. However, Xu Yanyi had forgotten one thing. In front of him, Mo Yitong was no longer the same person as five years ago. She was the General Manager and Designer of the China branch of Glory World Company. She was a legend in the Paris fashion industry.

Yitong smiled and did not respond. The air sank into a suffocating silence. Embarrassed and raging, silence wreaked havoc. Just as Xu Yanyi was about to say something, the doorbell rang again. Yitong said in a self-deprecating manner, "Tonight is really lively."

Once again, the moment she opened the door, Yitong was stunned. She looked at the panting man in front of her. His forehead was covered in sweat. His handsome face was slightly red because of his breathing. He looked very much like a scholar in ancient novels with red lips and white teeth. The moment Yitong regained her senses, she subconsciously wanted to close the door. She did not expect that Yem Luochen would be even faster and forcefully open the door. He grabbed Yitong's hand. He stared at her so hard as if he wanted to see through her. His voice was low and there was a little bit of gritting in his teeth. "Mo Yitong, tell me, why did you disappear for no reason back then? "

Five years. Yitong originally thought that five years was very long. It was so long that she should be able to forget Yem Luochen, but all of her hard work collapsed the moment she saw him. She was almost unable to tell that the reason why she was so terrified and wanted to escape was because of love. Was it because of love or hatred?

Memories flooded over, and everything seemed to have returned to the beginning.