Section 8

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "It was quite difficult at first, but now it is much better. Selling these small items has a pretty good profit margin, and I even have extra money to purchase health insurance for myself..."

Then... Zhang Qirui pondered and asked, "Does Sun Dongping know about what happened when you came out?"

The petty vendor who was meticulous about every cent, or the class monitor who was beloved by classmates back then, their shadows can no longer overlap. Zhang Qirui had long known that she would change significantly, but seeing it with his own eyes still left him feeling somewhat unable to accept it. In comparison, the anger he felt when Gu Xiang pushed him off the monitor's pedestal now seems truly insignificant, like dust.

Having finished speaking, he laughed twice. Unfortunately, no one responded

The youthful passion is like sand slipping through one's fingers; Gu Xiang feels that she is currently left with empty hands.

As she spoke and raised her head, she saw Zhang Qirui's tightly furrowed brows, and was taken aback, her words trailing off. She felt somewhat awkward and ashamed. Such matters are truly not something to boast about. It is quite embarrassing.

The familiar Zhang Qirui should be a tall and slender model student, aloof and indifferent, while the familiar Gu Xiang should be a friendly, approachable, and authoritative class monitor. At this moment, both felt as if the person standing opposite them was a complete stranger

Zhang Qirui changed to holding the umbrella with one hand, "Is business good?"

Indeed. After my grandmother passed away, I rented out the old house and ventured out into the world. Compared to Zhang Qirui, Gu Xiang's voice sounded much more carefree. You should know that I only have a junior high school diploma, and... it has been difficult to find a job, so this is how it is.

She turned her head slightly and smiled faintly, "No." There was a hint of embarrassment in her tone, "I haven't been in touch with him for quite a while, so... actually, there's no need for it."

The rain gradually intensified, and all that could be heard was the sound of the pouring rain. Gu Xiang and Zhang Qirui stood facing each other, one under the eaves and the other outside. Raindrops formed a line, creating a crystal curtain between the two, making each other's features somewhat indistinct.

The past has been sealed away for too long. Eight years ago, or even earlier. Now, as I attempt to start sorting through it again, I do not know where to begin. Moreover, there are always so many painful scars that I cannot bear to look back on, which have never healed, and even a gentle touch can still cause pain. I do not know what to do with them.

Zhang Qirui made an effort to lighten his tone, "Have you been living like this for the past few years?"

Gu Xiang felt calm upon hearing this name. She merely blinked her eyes.