Chapter 314: Chapter 307: His name is Qin Ziye

So, entangled in such busyness, there was no way she had time for other forms of entertainment; she didn’t read books, watch TV, or movies, and certainly didn’t have the money to buy a computer for herself.

She’d never bought a lottery ticket, didn’t know which numbers could win. If she did, she would probably be a millionaire by now, but she wasn’t.

As for things like stocks, she’d never played with them either, so she didn’t know which ones could soar. But what would happen if they tanked? Would she be reduced to living off thin air?

So, compared to those golden-fingered heroines in the books, she was merely an extra, an insignificant one at that.

She then went out to buy a few bottles of disinfectant and closed the door, preparing to return to school.

But when she came out, she did not forget to get Baozi for her three roommates.

She shouldered her bag and because of the rain the previous day, the Beijing air carried a hint of moisture. The wind that blew across her face felt very moist and refreshing. Beijing did not have any sandstorms at this time.

The air in Beijing was still fresh at this time.

She made her way to the baozi shop and was about to pay for the four baskets of baozi she ordered when a hand reached out to pay instead.

She turned around and was surprised to see the same familiar face.

“What’s the matter, shocked?’ The man paid the bill, his smiling eyes reflecting the blue sky. With his tidy white shirt and that familiar scent of laundry detergent, she recognized the man she had encountered twice before in Qing’an.

“What happened to your hand?” The man asked, looking at Tang Yuxin’s bruised hand. “Did someone hit you so it looks like this?”

“It was an injection by an inexperienced doctor,” Tang Yuxin replied as she accepted the packaged baskets of baozi from the shop owner, but another hand was faster than hers.

“Let me do it; you’re injured.”

And so, the man casually took the baozi from Tang Yuxin. She blew on her hand, sure it was bruised, but it was not disabled.

“Let’s go,” the man called out to her from a distance. His smile was infectious, just like the clear dustless weather.

Tang Yuxin walked up to him, and they started walking side by side.

“My name is Qin Ziye. What’s yours?” He asked Tang Yuxin. His face, always wearing a smile, radiated inexplicable warmth. But when his eyes met Tang Yuxin’s, she felt a piercing gaze. A gaze that seemed to see through her, yet she was unsure who it saw.

“I’m Tang Yuxin,” she answered, her gaze lingering on the baozi in Qin Ziye’s hand, contemplating how she could retrieve it.

“Do you want to eat one?” Qin Ziye suddenly stopped, plucked a baozi from the bag, and offered it to Tang Yuxin, who was taken aback by his actions.

“Thank you,” she received the baozi from Qin Ziye’s hand, placed it in her mouth, and began eating.

They continued to walk forward, just like long-time friends or lovers experiencing their first love.

“Which school are you from?” Qin Ziye asked while walking. Their pace was leisurely, and the direction seemed spontaneous. They probably didn’t even know where they were heading.

“Qing University Medical Department.”

Tang Yuxin replied, nibbling on the baozi. At this moment, her feet took a turn into a small path that led to Qing University.

“Well that explains it,” Qin Ziye commented, pointing at Tang Yuxin’s bruised hand.

“For someone to leave a bruise like this, must be quite the talent.”

“I’ll walk you back,” Qin Ziye didn’t say he was going to leave. He didn’t give the baozi to Tang Yuxin either. He kept up with her pace, always making light-hearted comments without appearing frivolous. You could tell by his conversation and manners that he was well brought up.

Walking together, having someone to talk to was less boring than being alone. However, Tang Yuxin was a natural daydreamer. Even when she was by herself, her thoughts could wander aimlessly. And it was happening again.

Qin Ziye would occasionally notice, Tang Yuxin was prone to daydreaming. But her captivating looks were undeniable. She was a young woman in her prime. Even with a bare face, she was still remarkably charming.

“I’m here,” Tang Yuxin stopped. They had reached the entrance of Qing University. It had a strict management policy; not everyone had access to the campus during school days.

Qin Ziye handed over the baozi to Tang Yuxin. Then he reached out and picked a leaf out of her hair. As he leaned closer, he caught a whiff of her familiar scent. He sighed softly and placed his hand on her backpack, asking for her notebook and pen.

She had no idea what he was up to, yet she fumbled through her backpack to fetch her notebook and pen.

Qin Ziye quickly scribbled something in the notebook.

“This is my number. Call me if you need anything.”

He handed back the notebook and pen to Tang Yuxin. She glanced at the number before stowing away the stationery in her bag. She then stepped into the campus, feeling Qin Ziye’s gaze on her, lingering until she vanished from sight and finally left.

The truth was, Tang Yuxin didn’t overthink it. She had never yearned for love or sought marriage in her life. Her only ambition was to become a good doctor, that’s all.

“I brought back baozi,” she announced as she opened the door to her dorm, only to find the atmosphere wasn’t as genial as usual.

“What’s going on?” She stepped in, everyone was there, but their faces seemed longer than usual.

Lin Yile took a baozi from the basket, biting into it as if she were venting her anger. The force was so great, it was almost frightening.

It didn’t look like she was gnawing on baozi; it was as if she was biting into someone’s flesh.

One could mistake her for devouring flesh and blood instead of a mere baozi.

Lin Yile bit into the baozi forcefully, her face puffing up red with anger.

Just then, Ting Yuan abruptly grabbed Tang Yuxin’s sleeve, brushing against her bruised hand in the process. Normally, she couldn’t feel the pain, but any physical contact brought a wave of agony.

Yet, she endured it.