Chapter 070 Missed Opportunity

070 Passing By (Second Update)

It was Xie Chitong.

“What’s the time? Come over to my place tonight!”

Lin Xia: Still on the road, I’ll probably get home late. I’ll come find you.

“Alright, it’s so boring being home alone.”

Lin Xia: Then do your homework. Let’s not skip it.

“You finished yours?”

Mm, I brought some snacks from W City for you.

“Great, great! I’m off to do my homework.”

Go on, haha.

When she got home, the city lights were already shining. Lin Xia glanced at the clock—it was nearly eight.

This weather.

Her skin felt sticky and uncomfortable. She ran a bath, sank into the tub, and couldn’t help recalling that face from her dreams.

Sharp features, a mature and dignified countenance.

Ugh, Lin Xia felt a little frantic.

Was she really so fickle? She’d only seen him once.

She buried her head underwater, letting the water envelop her, as if she’d returned to the very beginning of life.

But the scene kept resurfacing in her mind—wheat-colored skin, a well-defined abdomen, a sculpted collarbone, and that expressionless, ascetic face.

Exhaling, she sat up in the tub, wiped her face. No, this wouldn’t do. At this rate, she wouldn’t sleep tonight.

After bathing, she changed into her pajamas and sat at her desk, her diary open before her.

May 29th, 2004. Saturday. The heat is unbearable.

Awkward—truly awkward. In all my years, I’ve never been this embarrassed.

Well, maybe there have been other mix-ups, but the key thing is, the male lead of those incidents was never this handsome or striking.

Just look at what was under that suit—I can vouch for it myself (evil laugh, ha!).

Ahhh, that damn man! After stirring up my emotions, he vanished from my life.

I hate him.

Hmph, if I ever meet him again, I won’t be such a coward.

But is this really my type?

Dominant, exuding charisma—why do I find this so appealing? Outside, the stars are scattered across the sky, and my heart feels crowded with thoughts. I shivered.

Alright, time to stop being disgusting—let’s try something more poetic.

Crescent moon, star-filled sky, for whom do tears flow?

A fleeting glance, a lingering thought, longing stretches on and on.

Ugh, maybe diaries really aren’t the place for this kind of literary affectation.

But in front of him, I just can’t help feeling stifled. Because I can’t help but become small.

Terrifying.

Is it possible for me to become like this?

Even when I’m facing anyone else, I’m always confident no one can read my thoughts, but in front of that man—oh, I turn into a complete idiot.

Why am I like this?

This just proves I’m still not fully trained, still need to level up like the White Bone Spirit.

But, as Tagore said, if I am destined never to meet you in this life, let me forever feel the sadness of such a missed encounter. (Forgive my literary indulgence, it’s a writer’s curse.)

To lay everything bare—does he affect me so much because of his strong presence, or is it just his overwhelming personal charm?

Alright, today’s entry is really a rant. God—no, I don’t believe in God—Heavenly spirits and Buddhas, you’ve done me wrong.

Sobs...

She closed her diary. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was in a state of excitement, not the least bit sleepy.

She turned on her computer; the group chat was buzzing.

This group had a lovely name: Cat Planet Book Bar. The group owner was Meow Meow. Only the main writers from the magazine were members—those who just wrote for fun or part-time weren’t allowed in.

Qin Mo: Xiao Wanwan, your article this issue was so heartbreaking, my fragile heart’s in pieces—you owe me!

Yu Xiyan: Shameless.

Wanwan: Shameless, get lost.

Black-and-White Still: Shameless, get lost now.

Qin Mo: Biting my handkerchief, you villain...

Liu Yan: Tragedy struck today.

Wanwan: What happened, Xiao Yanyan?

Yu Xiyan: Tell us, we’ll analyze it for you—evil grin...

Qin Mo: You bunch of pervy aunties, Xiao Yanyan, don’t mind them. Tell me, I’m trustworthy. Just look at my work.

Black-and-White Still: You! Don’t corrupt the kids—rumor has it, Xiao Yanyan is only fourteen!!

Meow Meow: Let me clarify, she just turned fourteen in May this year.

Wanwan: Wow, when the time comes, we should send her a gift.