The last slow note leaked out from the trembling bowstring. Ji Huaisi maintained this position. After a long time, his raised arm slowly lowered, returning to the present from the radiant stage in an instant. He raised his eyes and smiled at Jian Chi, mixed with an apology.
âI havenât practiced for a long time, Iâm a little unfamiliar.â
Jian Chi applauded after a while, immersed in the long aftertaste of the song just now. He couldnât tell whether the ârustinessâ was him being modest or a fact, he just said sincerely: âIt sounds as good as ever.â
Ji Huaisi put the violin and bowstrings back into the violin case meticulously, and zipped it up, âCompared to before, there is a bit of a setback. After the injury is healed, I will make up for the practice that I have missed during this time, and strive to achieve the best state before school.â
The word âbefore schoolâ reminded Jian Chi of something, and his heart beat faster. âWhich university did you apply to?â
Putting away the violin case, Ji Huaisi looked back at Jian Chi with a bright smile, and paced back to sit in front of Jian Chi, âSchubert Conservatory of Music. When I was a sophomore in high school, I went to take the entrance exam. They had already accepted me in advance, but I hoped to wait until the cultural results came out before I formally applied. The school is in Danalt, the capital of Boros.â
The last sentence fell, and Jian Chi was speechless for a long time.
âWhatâs wrong?â Ji Huaisi lightly rubbed the top of his head, âSchubert Conservatory of Music had always been my goal. I took the exam before I met you. I havenât changed my decision because of other factors. Not before, and not now. When you told me that you wanted to be admitted to the University of Boros, I thought it might be a special fate.â
Jian Chi originally wanted to answer Ji Huaisi, âitâs nothingâ, and try his best to suppress his swollen chest, but when he looked into Ji Huaisiâs soft eyes that were close at hand, the tight strings snapped.
Ji Huaisi didnât tell anyone about his goal. Jian Chi, who first walked into the world of the book, didnât know anything about it. He didnât know his secret until this moment. It had been blocked in Ji Huaisiâs heart. Now, he can finally share this joy in a tone full of anticipation. This was the future that belonged to Ji Huaisi.
But in another world, Ji Huaisi forever lost the chance to realize it.
âJian Chi, whatâs the matter with you?â Ji Huaisi lowered his voice and asked about Jian Chiâs abnormality.
âIâm⊠thinking about something.â
âIs it something you can tell me?â
Jian Chi nodded slowly. He grabbed Ji Huaisiâs arm from above his head, and tightened it unconsciously, âHave you ever thought about it, that itâs possible that the world shouldnât be like this now?â
Ji Huaisi didnât understand the meaning of the sentence at the first moment, pondered for a moment, and asked, âDo you think there is another possibility?â
âI had a very long dream when I was in a coma,â Speaking about the beginning, Jian Chiâs tension dissipated a little, and he whispered, âI dreamed of another direction of this world, in Saintston, Shao Hang, Wen Chuan, and Shen Shuting, they all fell in love with Bai Xiyu, and Bai Xiyu liked you. During this period, there was a lot of chaos and not so good things. Because you rejected Bai Xiyu, he caused a car accident, and you could no longer play the violin. In the end, you chose to leave to recover from the injury, while Bai Xiyu continued to be with other people⊠This was the end of this story.â
Ji Huaisi listened patiently, and asked a question that had nothing to do with what he said: âWere you in this story?â
âThereâs no me in it, this was your story,â Jian Chi said, âif you insist, I might be a villain who was expelled from Saintston for doing bad things at the beginning.â
âA story without you wonât be my story.â
Ji Huaisiâs words were gentle and powerful, looking into Jian Chiâs perturbed eyes with clarity and certainty, âPerhaps as you said, there is another possibility in this world, other than that , there may be countless possibilities that you have not dreamed of, but these do not hinder everything we are experiencing now. Whether it is true or false, no one can accurately judge, even if it is just a dream, it is a dream come true that I do not want to wake up from.â
Jian Chiâs palm was hot, and Ji Huaisiâs temperature, along with the power in his words, flowed into his heart, smoothing out the long-standing wrinkles. Now the story had been completely rewritten, Ji Huaisi had received the credit he deserved, and his fate had also moved in an unknown and bright direction. The hardships that have occurred in the past and the ups and downs that may be encountered in the future are not things that they can change and intervene in now. What he had always lacked was actually the courage to face the future.
Ji Huaisi gave him courage.
âEven if itâs a dream, itâs a beautiful dream.â
Jian Chi repeated this sentence, gradually becoming clear and firm like Ji Huaisi. Looking at each other, the air seemed to be filled with indelible traces of affection. Jian Chi looked at Ji Huaisiâs increasingly deep eyes, slowly approached his face, and a soft kiss fell on his lips as expected. Breathing each otherâs breath, blending in the air from cold to hot, when they parted, Jian Chi didnât know when he was pushed onto the bed, and heard Ji Huaisiâs sudden laughter, âWhat are you laughing at?â
âSorry, I still canât imagine you being the villain.â
Jian Chi: âDo you really want to continue talking about this?â Obviously he still had the potential to be a villain, he thought to himself.
âNo,â Ji Huaisi held his waist, lowered his head and lowered his voice, âI want to talk about the topic just now.â
This time the kiss was deeper, deeper than before. The snow outside the window quietly fluttered down, while Jian Chiâs body was hot on fire. His breathing became heavier, and when his lips were separated, he wanted to say something: âJiâŠâ
Ji Huaisi pressed his finger against his lips.
âYou donât need to answer,â Ji Huaisi stared deeply into Jian Chiâs eyes, âI already know your answer, saying it now will only make me sad, I just want to make sure of one thing, you wonât hide from me anymore, you will not leave me again â you also like me, right?â
Jian Chi looked into his eyes and replied affirmatively: âI like you, Ji Huaisi.â
The corner of Ji Huaisiâs mouth slowly raised upwards. He kissed his lips, and whispered, âThatâs enough.â
Jian Chi believed that Ji Huaisiâs insight would definitely be able to see the answer in his heart. Liking him was true, but this like was not only true for Ji Huaisi. Jian Chi didnât want to deceive his heart anymore, and he didnât want to hide from Ji Huaisi.
Rejection means hate, and non-rejection was a signal sent from the bottom of his heart. When he faced Shao Hang for the first time, Wen Chuan or Shen Shuting, he could no longer refuse them as he did at the beginning. Jian Chi knew that this relationship had unknowingly merged into other things.
When he didnât know it, he fell into their little sincerity.
The tingling on his lips reminded Jian Chi of the punishment of distraction. Ji Huaisiâs breath lingered in his ears, and he was hoarse with deep meaning and possessiveness: âDo you also think of others when you are with me?â
Jian Chi was confused by the itching, he couldnât help but dodge aside, ââŠNo.â When the movement accidentally touched Ji Huaisi somewhere, Jian Chi made a âhumâ in his mind and asked without thinking, âIs your body fine?â
Jian Chi swore that he just wanted to care about Ji Huaisiâs still unhealed body, but falling into Ji Huaisiâ ears, it gave another layer of subtle doubts. His lips were raised upwards, a little less gentle, mixed with a tingling of aggression and scalding heat. Before Jian Chi could explain the above words, Ji Huaisi leaned over and blocked his lips with force.
âJust try it and youâll know.â