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On the day of the banquet, Zhao Zixuan tried his best to remain calm and polite, even though he was not at peace inside.

He noticed that Song Qiuya also seemed a little uncomfortable, and the atmosphere between the two seemed a little subtle.

At the dinner table, Wu Xianglian, Liu Xiu and Song Qiuya's father Song Xiangyang mentioned their interesting childhood memories from time to time, trying to narrow the distance between the two.

However, these topics made Zhao Zixuan feel even more embarrassed. He tried to interrupt, but was always cleverly diverted by the elders back to the relationship between the two.

Zhao Zixuan understood that the purpose of this meal was to deepen the "fate" between him and Song Qiuya, but he also knew that this was not what he wanted. He tried to use humor and wit to resolve the embarrassment, but the effect was not significant.

After dinner, the two parents chatted in the living room. Zhao Zixuan and Song Qiuya were arranged to go to the bedroom for a brief exchange, and the atmosphere became extremely subtle.

Zhao Zixuan stood by the window, his eyes drifting out, as if looking for a way to escape from this embarrassing situation.

Song Qiuya sat in front of the piano, her fingers gently brushing across the keys, as if looking for a melody that could break the silence.

Song Qiuya took a deep breath and began to play a soft song. Her fingers danced on the keys, and the notes flowed in the air, forming a beautiful melody. She hoped to attract Zhao Zixuan's attention with music and let him see her talent and charm.

However, Zhao Zixuan did not seem to be attracted by the music.

He still stood by the window, his eyes never leaving the scenery outside.

Song Qiuya couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She didn't know if she didn't play well enough or if Zhao Zixuan really had no interest in her.

When the song ended, Song Qiuya stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Zhao Zixuan.

She hoped to see his appreciation and approval, but there was no expression on Zhao Zixuan's face.

He nodded calmly and said, "You play well. Is this the legendary tenth-grade piano player?"

He knew that Song Qiuya had been practicing piano since she was a child, but she had not achieved anything special. After graduation, she just became a music teacher in an ordinary middle school. None of her childhood dreams of music and art were realized.

Zhao Zixuan's comment stunned Song Qiuya for a moment. She didn't expect him to mention his piano level.

She smiled and responded: "Yes, but the tenth level of piano is just a certificate. The true art is endless. I am still far away from it."

Zhao Zixuan did not continue this topic. He turned and looked at Song Qiuya, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere fell into silence again. Song Qiuya looked at Zhao Zixuan's narrow and bright eyes, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

She didn't understand whether Zhao Zixuan still had that kind of feelings for her, but she found it increasingly difficult to control her emotions.

She walked to the window, stood side by side with Zhao Zixuan, and they both looked at the scenery outside the window.

Song Qiuya's voice trembled slightly: "Zixuan, you know what? I have always envied you. You have your own dreams and goals, and you have been working hard for them. But I always seem to be lost in the expectations of others and can't find my own direction."

Zhao Zixuan's heart was gently touched. He turned his head and stared at Song Qiuya with sharp eyes.

He saw the confusion and unwillingness in her eyes, like a firefly lost in the night sky.

He understood how she felt because he had been through similar experiences himself.

It is impossible for a person to have both youth and understanding of youth.

This is where youth can never be perfect.

Zhao Zixuan was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Qiuya, each of us has our own path to take. Maybe you feel confused now, but as long as you are willing to look for it and try, you will always find your own direction."

When Song Qiuya listened to Zhao Zixuan's words, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She didn't expect Zhao Zixuan to respond to her so seriously, which made her feel very warm.

"Thank you, Zixuan."

Song Qiuya took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, "I can't go on like this. I want to find myself and my own direction."

However, there seemed to be some unfinished business hidden in her words; her hesitation and struggle made the atmosphere subtle.

"Zixuan, I have something to say to you, I..."

Her voice gradually lowered, as if she was afraid to touch on some sensitive topic.

Zhao Zixuan looked at her closely, at which distance he could clearly smell the fresh body fragrance of the girl. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward, so he took the initiative to break the silence: "Qiuya, we have all grown up, and many things can't go back. Why not keep those good memories and look forward."

Song Qiuya's face darkened, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes: "I don't understand why we have become like this. I admit that I was too willful before, and I shouldn't have rejected you again and again. But I am a girl, is it wrong to be a little reserved? Can't you understand me a little more?"

"Zixuan, please forgive me. Let's start over, okay?"

Zhao Zixuan shook his head gently, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "I have forgiven you a long time ago."

Song Qiuya's face flashed with joy, and she hurriedly said: "Then let's start over, okay? I promise I won't reject you again, let's go back to the way we were before, and I will definitely cherish our relationship!"

Her words were full of expectation and desire, but Zhao Zixuan fell silent.

He knew that some things could never be undone once they happened. The rift between them had already existed and could not be easily repaired.

He understood Song Qiuya's feelings, but he also clearly realized that the distance between them was insurmountable.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Qiuya, some things can't be repeated. We have all made choices and embarked on different paths. Perhaps we should accept reality, let go of past regrets and obsessions, and look for our own happiness."

"I sincerely hope that you can live happily in the future."

As Song Qiuya listened to his words, there was a hint of loss and unwillingness in her eyes that was hard to conceal.

She understood that what Zhao Zixuan said was the truth. Those good times and those shared memories could never be repeated.

She lowered her head silently, with a complex emotion surging in her heart, like fallen leaves blown by the wind, floating helplessly in the air.

"How can I ever find true happiness without a future with you?"

Song Qiuya suddenly choked up and said, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the huge fruit on her chest.

Zhao Zixuan frowned slightly, and just when he felt helpless, Wu Xianglian's voice came from the living room.

"I seemed to hear someone crying, was it Qiuya? Zixuan, did you bully Qiuya?"

As the sound grew louder, footsteps outside the bedroom gradually approached.

Zhao Zixuan looked at Song Qiuya who was still crying and couldn't help feeling helpless.

"Hurry up and wipe your tears, otherwise my mom and the others will come in and think I'm bullying you." He said softly.

However, Song Qiuya seemed not to have heard his words. She was still immersed in her own sorrow, and her tears fell like beads from a broken string.

She choked up and said, "I just won't wipe it off. You're the one bullying me in the first place. Why are you doing this to me? How am I inferior to that witch He Jieyu, wuwuwu..."

As Zhao Zixuan listened to her disparagement of He Jieyu, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart, and his originally calm attitude instantly cooled down.

"It's up to you. If you want to cry yourself into an ugly monster, that's your freedom."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

Wu Xianglian, Liu Xiu and Song Xiangyang walked in together. They noticed Song Qiuya's red and swollen eyes, which were obviously the result of crying.

Seeing this, Wu Xianglian got angry at Zhao Zixuan without saying a word.

"How dare you bully Qiuya, you little brat? Apologize to Qiuya now!"

As she said this, she was going to teach Zhao Zixuan a lesson.

Seeing this, Liu Xiu quickly grabbed Wu Xianglian and tried to persuade her: "Zixuan, what happened between you and Qiuya? Is there anything that can't be discussed peacefully? You two had such a good time together when you were little, why do you quarrel all the time now?"

Song Xiangyang's face was a little gloomy. He stared at Zhao Zixuan with a hint of blame in his tone: "Zixuan, tell me clearly, why did you make Qiuya cry?"

Zhao Zixuan sighed helplessly and explained: "I have already made it clear to Qiuya just now, so you can rest assured. From now on, I will treat Qiuya as my own sister."

When Song Qiuya heard what Zhao Zixuan said, her heart felt like it was cut by a knife. She couldn't believe that these words came from Zhao Zixuan's mouth.

Her tears welled up again, but she bit her lips stubbornly, trying not to cry out.

Wu Xianglian felt extremely distressed when she saw Song Qiuya like this.

She walked forward, gently embraced Song Qiuya in her arms, patted her back, and said softly: "Qiuya, don't cry. You have always known that in my heart, you are like my own daughter. If this boy dares to bully you, I will be the first one to not forgive him."

Liu Xiu's eyes were always on Zhao Zixuan. She pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Zixuan, our two families have always been very close, and you and Qiuya have always had a good relationship. Now everyone in the unit knows about our two families, but you say that you treat Qiuya as your own sister. What's going on?"

Song Xiangyang glared at Zhao Zixuan at this time, then turned to Song Qiuya, his eyes full of love: "Qiuya, your father has always supported you. If you really like Zixuan, then work hard to fight for him. But if he is not worthy, don't force yourself. My daughter is so beautiful and so outstanding, what kind of boyfriend can't she find?"

Hearing her father's words, Song Qiuya's sadness surged into her heart like a tide.

She knew that her father was telling her that she deserved someone better and didn't have to hang herself on a tree.

However, her feelings for Zhao Zixuan were the result of a slow build-up from childhood to adulthood. How could she just let them go?
Song Qiuya looked up at Zhao Zixuan, with a determined light in her eyes: "Zixuan, I know that you may not like me too much now, and you may even hate me a little. But please believe that I will not give up easily. One day, you will see my true heart for you."

Zhao Zixuan frowned slightly, feeling a little shaken.

He had never seen Song Qiuya so determined, and her eyes made him unsure of how sincere she was.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound more resolute: "Qiuya, I hope you can find the happiness that truly belongs to you instead of wasting your time on me."

However, Song Qiuya shook her head: "Happiness must be fought for by oneself, I will not give up easily."

Wu Xianglian and Liu Xiu looked at the stalemate between the two men, their hearts filled with worry.

As people who have been through this, they know that love cannot be forced, but they also hope that the two children can have a good outcome.

Song Xiangyang sighed. He knew his daughter well. Once she made up her mind, she would not change it easily.

He just hopes that his daughter won't be hurt too much.

Zhao Zixuan and Song Qiuya both fell into deep silence.

The atmosphere became a little awkward at this moment, and both parents didn't know how to break the silence.

They knew very well that they could not control the personalities and emotions of their two children, and could only pray silently that their two children could think things through sooner.

Just then, Zhao Zixuan's cell phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.

He seemed to have found an excuse to break the heavy silence: "Auntie Milkman, Uncle Song, I have something to do and I'll leave first. Thank you for your hospitality today."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door, his back looking somewhat lonely and resolute.

Song Qiuya looked at his back and felt an inexplicable impulse in her heart.

She suddenly stood up and chased after him.

"Zixuan! Wait for me!"

Hearing Song Qiuya's call, Zhao Zixuan stopped.

He turned around and saw Song Qiuya running up to him and stopping, looking at him breathlessly.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

Zhao Zixuan asked, with a hint of helplessness and impatience in his tone.

Song Qiuya took a deep breath and looked at him firmly: "I just want to say that I won't give up. No matter what you think, I will always like you."

Zhao Zixuan looked at Song Qiuya's serious expression and couldn't help feeling moved.

But he knew that he couldn't make any promises to her because he couldn't be sure of his feelings.

He sighed and patted Song Qiuya's shoulder gently: "Qiuya, you are a good girl and deserve to be cherished by a better person. I hope you can find the happiness that truly belongs to you."

After giving out the nice guy card, he turned and left.

Only Song Qiuya was left standing there alone, watching his back gradually going away.

At this moment, Song Qiuya's heart is full of determination and persistence. She knows that this is a long wait and pursuit, but she is willing to persist and give for the feelings in her heart.

After Zhao Zixuan left the Song family, the unfamiliar number called him again. He hesitated for a moment with the phone in his hand and chose to answer it.

"Brother Zixuan, you finally answered the phone..."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed familiar, as if...

Lin Shihan? (End of this chapter)