When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 162: I Didn’t Agree to Break Up

Some people find a few minutes short, others feel each second drag on forever.

The phone in Pei Yan’s pocket vibrated, and he took it out to glance at it and pressed the answer button as he walked away.

"Fuck, Brother Yan, it’s so noisy over there."

"What’s up."

The voice in the earpiece was low and heavy, like cold iron weighed down with lead.

Chen Jin was slightly stunned, then quickly put on a teasing smile and said, "How is it going, Brother Yan, at the new school? Are there many beauties? Are they all so fair that they dazzle you?"

Old He and he were the most thrilled that the boss hadn’t gone to Los Angeles.

The two of them chose a sports school to live carefree, which was quite close to Rong University — they were looking forward to living the high life with Brother Yan like before, content and comfortable.

Pei Yan didn’t stop walking, and let out a snicker, "A fair complexion makes a beauty? Your standards are really low."

Tsk tsk...

This is typical of Brother Yan, his girlfriend is too pretty, so the well-fed man fails to understand the hungry man’s plight.

Thinking of that, Chen Jin’s eyes darted around before he tentatively asked, "Brother Yan, what’s the situation with Sister Yao now? Have you two gotten back together?"

On the day the boss went to Los Angeles, they subconsciously thought that Sister Yao was probably going to become a thing of the past for Brother Yan.

While feeling regret, they were also relieved.

Considering the boss’s temper, it was a stroke of luck he could leave calmly without resorting to violence.

But the fucking thing was, after more than a month, they actually discovered that the boss hadn’t left at all.

He hadn’t just stayed, he followed Sister Yao to Rong University.

Only then did the three of them realzie that night in Seaside City when they ate the roasted whole sheep, after Brother Yan heard Principal Lu’s words next door, he immediately took the keys, drove straight back to the villa in a hurry, not to vent his frustration but to change his university choice from the Capital to Rong University before midnight.

They had nothing to say, only able to offer Brother Yan these words:

Accept your fate in this life.

There was a prolonged silence on the phone, the air was as still as doomsday, and Chen Jin realized just how stupid he had been.

Such taboo topics would be best avoided in the future.

Just as he was about to say something else to shift the attention, Brother Yan finally reacted.

"I never agreed to break up."

His tone was indifferent, as if he was stating a fact, "We’re just arguing, you get it?"

Uh.

Chen Jin was slow on the uptake, half a beat too late, and after he came to his senses, he nodded hastily, "I get it, I get it."

"You don’t know shit."

"..."

As Pei Yan’s final word fell, the phone went silent for two seconds before the beep-beep of the call ending rang out.

Chen Jin stared at his phone for quite a while, feeling immensely insulted.

But the person insulting him was the boss, and what could he do about it, he certainly couldn’t beat him.

And if they had broken up, they had broken up, but to stubbornly call it an argument, Chen Jin really wondered whether Brother Yan’s illness had actually gotten any better.

At the camp, the segment of "Swan Lake" lasted only five minutes. Jiang Shuyao didn’t finish her performance because halfway through, the streetlights around the field suddenly all went out.

Surrounded by pitch darkness, as everyone murmured and debated, she felt relieved and ran back to her spot.

He Shumiao felt it was a pity and clung tightly to Jiang Shuyao’s arm, "Why did the power go out? I didn’t get to watch enough, a camouflage version of ballet, I dare say you’re the only one in the world brave enough to dance it."

Her roommate often spoke with a rough edge, unlike many other girls she had met before, but He Shumiao always had a way of helping others to relax.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t know how well she danced, but she was quite happy to have her roommate’s approval.

Following the unexpected event, the instructor blew his whistle, ordering everyone to disperse, and the crowd cheered and scattered from the field in the dark.

"Yaoyao, you’re not leaving?"

"I’m going to look for the instructor; I might have to do some extra training."

Being the standard-bearer was a heavy responsibility, inherently more exhausting than for others. He Shumiao sighed and gave her a thumbs-up, "Keep it up!"

Unable to help much, all she could offer was moral support.

After her roommate left, Jiang Shuyao walked towards the area where the instructors were gathered.

In truth, she wasn’t the only one with extra training.

There were ten in total, with the boys generally performing better than the girls. Their inherent physical strength was something the girls simply couldn’t match.

To improve efficiency, Jiang Shuyao was assigned to a male standard-bearer. Tonight’s task was to help her break down her marching step, perfecting every detail of the movement.

If you were going to do it, do it the best. That was the life philosophy Instructor Yan had been instilling in everyone since taking over the eleventh company.

But she had never imagined that the male standard-bearer Instructor Yan assigned to her would be... Pei Yan.

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t describe her feelings at that moment.

In the dense night, seeing him stride towards her made her heartbeat uncontrollably quicken.

She wondered what their first words upon meeting would be.

Would it be a simple and professional exchange, or something else?

In a few breaths, Pei Yan’s tall figure stopped in front of her, his gaze bearing down with a slight chill, pressuring her into an instinctive desire to flee.

The streetlight was still out, only a faint glow from a distance lightly scattered on both of them.

The girl stood silent in place, her back straight as a pine tree, her eyes slightly downcast, with a sense of masochism that seemed resigned to fate.

Pei Yan looked down at her quietly, his eyes devoid of ripples, "How long do you plan to maintain that posture?"

His voice, emerging from the depths of his throat, was sparse and indifferent as it reached Jiang Shuyao’s ears, without a trace of warmth.

The girl’s moist eyes revealed confusion and helplessness. Biting her lower lip, her voice was somewhat shaky, "I’m sorry."

Faint and weak, those soft three words, like dust suspended in the air, scattered with the slightest breeze.

The twilight deepened, and it was so quiet it seemed as if only the two of them existed.

Jiang Shuyao could distinctly feel his fiery breaths showering down on the top of her head.

She knew his heart must be far from as calm as his face displayed.

It wasn’t until Pei Yan spoke again that his tone wasn’t as harsh as before.

He said, "Look at me."

Jiang Shuyao trembled slightly, slowly raising her head.

The person in front of her had grown thinner, and taller; she now only reached his chest, and to look at him, she had to tilt back her head.

His facial features had become more defined than before, and yet an aggressive aura lingered in his eyes. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

As the night wind passed, the girl’s clear eyes were partially hidden under the brim of her green military cap.

Seeing the specks of moisture in her eyes, even the hardest heart would shatter into glass.

Pei Yan raised his hand, took off her cap, and his fingers moved to her chin, gently caressing.

"What are you apologizing to me for?" he asked hoarsely.

The moment the words fell, Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes, and tears inconsolably flowed down.

All the misunderstandings and obstacles between them didn’t cut as deeply as the hurt from the breakup she had initiated.

Many nights were filled with pain and regret.

She wished everything that happened was just a dream and that upon waking up, she and Pei Yan would still be fine, heading to the Capital together to fulfill their dreams.

But time wouldn’t reverse, and the only way to mend a tear that had been made was to work hard at repairing it yourself.

Jiang Shuyao took a small step forward, reaching out her hand to slowly encircle Pei Yan’s waist, her vision blurred.

"I’m sorry, I almost lost you."

Her choked, sobbing voice trembled, piercing into Pei Yan’s heart like a raw tear of flesh.