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Chapter 97 The Wreck of First Love (3)

As if noticing her gaze, the boy raised his head, and it was Lu Jiayuan who smiled at her.Behind him is a large maple leaf, like a fire.

Seeing that she was also holding a textbook in her hand, he smiled gently: "Your name is Jian Anning, isn't it? I happen to have a few things that I don't quite understand, let's read the book together."

Holding the textbook, she hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

Looking at the bibliography in his hand, she suddenly found a bibliography that she hadn't found for a long time, and she picked it up in amazement: "Where did you find this?"

Unexpectedly, what met her was a pair of smiling eyes.

"I thought you couldn't speak." Lu Jiayuan smiled gently, and said sincerely, "Actually, your voice is very nice."

At this time, the wind just picked up, and the fallen leaves were like spirits among the flowers, flying in all directions.A few pieces fell on his cheeks, overflowing with a quiet and gentle brilliance.

Jian Anning frowned, but ignored his words.

After that time, the two were nodding acquaintances.At the end of the semester, the professor assigned homework to the students and asked several students to discuss in teams.Lu Jiayuan turned to her and said, "Let's go together!" Although his face was smiling, his tone was very firm, as if he was born to be like this.

After the discussion group was formed, the two met for a long time.Jian Anning gradually learned that Lu Jiayuan was born in the United States, and when he was a few years old, he returned to China with his divorced mother.It was not until later in her studies that she was admitted to the University of Toronto, where she majored in art, a year older than her.

After frequent contact, she found that Lu Jiayuan had a clear mind and read a lot of books. When discussing with him, she occasionally found something different.He was as gentle as ever, always gentle.
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During the Christmas and New Year holidays that year, the Cheng family, her stepfather, mother, brother and sister, all went to New York for the holidays.She was left alone in Toronto, saying she was "afraid of delaying her studies."

Seeing that she was being left behind, Zhao Ziyin simply took her to the New Year's Ball of their academy.

And Zhao Ziyin, after entering the venue, was soon invited to dance.She smiled and said it was okay, then sat alone in the corner of the ballroom, quietly looking at the man and woman in front of her.

At that time, she was still a little immersed in the situation where her father and grandparents passed away and she was dependent on others, watching the men and women spinning gracefully at the ball, and this was an art academy she was not familiar with, and no one she knew.The music was cheerful, and the room was full of smiling men and women. She was huddled in a corner alone, and the feeling of complete emptiness and loneliness swept over her mind even more.

The more prosperous and bustling it is, the more intense that feeling of loneliness will be!

At this moment, a slender white hand gently stretched out.She raised her head, and what she saw was a pair of spring-like faces with a slight smile on her face.

"May I ask you to dance, my beautiful lady?"

For a long time, she couldn't forget that smile.He was wearing a beautiful red riding suit, and his eyes were very warm, as if the severe winter in Toronto was gone and spring had arrived ahead of schedule.

As if bewitched, she involuntarily placed her hand in Lu Jiayuan's.

(End of this chapter)