Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

At the final sentence, Han Yu realized he had gone too far and quickly said, "You said earlier you wouldn’t get mad, and I was just telling the truth."

Wen Zhi choked back a laugh, "I won’t get angry, and I’m not angry."

After speaking, she stood up. At this moment, she didn’t have the courage to ask further and had to change the subject, "What did Shang Hexing send you to deliver to me?"

"Food."

When Han Yu answered, he also stood up, "Tajiguli made baked buns, very authentic in flavor. She brought them to entertain Grandpa Han, and when Uncle saw, he told me to bring some to you. They’re in your room now."

"I know, thanks." Wen Zhi nodded and then turned to walk inside.

"Remember, don’t snitch!" Han Yu anxiously reminded.

"I know," Wen Zhi’s voice drifted away.

...

When she returned to the room, Wen Zhi realized her hands and feet were icy cold.

She told herself it must be because she had been out in the wind for too long.

Her gaze fell on the plate of roasted buns on the table. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down.

She picked up a roasted bun, golden brown and sprinkled with sesame seeds, presumably filled with lamb, and smelling very aromatic.

Wen Zhi took a bite, and suddenly tears started dropping onto her wrist.

Despite their delicious scent, she couldn’t taste anything. One bun swallowed, and she had shed four tears.

She knew she couldn’t stay here any longer.

She feared that everything Nian Xun had said would happen, she didn’t want Shang Hexing to try to continue their previous relationship by wearing down Grandpa Han.

This wasn’t the happiness she wanted.

Hastily wiping away her tears, Wen Zhi stood up to find a notebook and a pen, pondered for a moment, then began to write a few lines.

After finishing, she put down the pen, tore off the sheet of paper, and placed it next to the bun.

Having done all this, just as she was about to leave quietly, the door suddenly opened.

Shang Hexing had come back.

On instinct, Wen Zhi quickly hid the note behind her back, feeling guilty. As she looked up and saw Shang Hexing staring at her, she asked, "What are you hiding behind your back?"

Wen Zhi shook her head, "Nothing, you saw wrong."

Shang Hexing’s gaze shifted to the roasted buns on the table and noticed a notebook and a pen next to them. He asked, "Why didn’t you eat the roasted bun?"

That sheet of paper had already been crumpled into a ball by Wen Zhi. As Shang Hexing approached, she instinctively turned sideways to keep him from seeing the paper ball in her hand and answered hastily, "I ate one, just one."

Shang Hexing glanced past her, looked at what was behind her, and asked lightly, "Didn’t it taste good?"

"It’s delicious. It’s just that I had too much this morning, and I really couldn’t eat much, so I only tasted one." Her awkward explanation sounded stammering.

Shang Hexing sat down beside her without a sound.

Wen Zhi tensed up and slowly moved to the side.

Shang Hexing noticed but didn’t stop her from moving aside, simply stating, "Han Yu said you had gone outside."

"Yes, I took a walk. The grasslands are very beautiful, I even took some photos." Her eyes darted everywhere, looking at everything but him.

Shang Hexing smiled lightly, "What guilty thing have you done that you can’t even look at me when talking?"

"Not at all," Wen Zhi immediately retorted, "There’s no guilty thing, you’re overthinking."

She could no longer sit still and got up to leave.

But—

Just as she got up and took one step, Shang Hexing snatched the crumpled paper from her hand.

"Don’t look!" Wen Zhi’s face went pale as she tried to snatch it back.

But she was a step too late; Shang Hexing had already opened that crumpled piece of paper.

He raised his eyebrows after reading it.

Wen Zhi lowered her eyelids, "Since you have seen it..."

Suddenly, her speech was interrupted by him.

It was her moment of social death.

Because Wen Zhi had never imagined that Shang Hexing would actually read out the contents of the note verbatim.

"Shang Hexing, you are wonderful, it’s me who’s not, I am too ordinary..." As he read this, Wen Zhi died a little inside and turned to slip away.

But Shang Hexing caught her wrist, and she couldn’t get away.

He said, "Sit down, I haven’t finished reading."

Wen Zhi sat beside him with great discomfort, listening to him continue—

"I know I’m not worthy of you, and can only convince myself to leave, wishing you happiness with another, leaving this letter as my farewell, please don’t blame me, Wen Zhi."

Shang Hexing read each word, then turned to look at Wen Zhi, "A farewell letter or a nice guy card?"

Wen Zhi wished she could vanish as he read.

She grimaced, "A farewell."

"Oh, a farewell," Shang Hexing smiled lightly, "Then explain to me, who is your ideal match?"

Wen Zhi buried her head lower, "Miss Xie."

Shang Hexing, "I have already explained about Xie Weiyue, haven’t I?"

Wen Zhi whispered, "Only Miss Xie is worthy of you."

Shang Hexing burst into a laughter of disbelief, "If I hadn’t come back just now, were you planning to leave this farewell note and sneak away?"

Wen Zhi was about to nod when she heard Shang Hexing say, "Try nodding your head."

Wen Zhi suddenly stiffened.

Knowing that he was angry, she quickly raised her head to say, "I was wrong, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and prepared to leave on my own."

Shang Hexing threw the crumpled paper on the table, "Since you wrote a goodbye letter, write a reflection letter too."

Wen Zhi widened her eyes, "What?"

Why should she write a reflection letter? Hadn’t she already admitted her mistake?

Seeing her reluctance, Shang Hexing asked, "Don’t want to write?"

Wen Zhi muttered, "I can’t write a reflective letter."

Shang Hexing said coolly, "Then I’ll read, and you write."

Wen Zhi, "...!"