Chapter 512: Chapter 192: The Prelude Rings, Even the Dogs by the Road Feel Regret (10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_6

"I can tell that Zhiyu doesn’t want to go abroad. We’ve known her for over a year, and we’ve never heard her mention wanting to go overseas. It’s all because of that scumbag Li Yuan."

Xie Ping sighed. "I hope Li Yuan acts like a decent person for once. If he really drives Zhiyu away, I’ll hate him for a lifetime."

Zhang Ruoxue gritted her teeth and added, "Me too!"

As they walked, Li Yuan led Jiang Zhiyu to the side of the soccer field.

Li Yuan broke the silence first. He wiped away his tears before smiling at Jiang Zhiyu and reaching out to dry hers.

"Silly girl, don’t cry. Let me sing you a song."

Jiang Zhiyu let Li Yuan’s large hand wipe her tears. Her clear eyes stared at him as she forced a smile. "Okay, Xia Hua!" she replied crisply.

Li Yuan pointed to the soccer field and said with a smile, "Let’s go to the soccer field then, just like last time. I’ll sing, and you can write the music." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Hearing Li Yuan’s words, Jiang Zhiyu’s memories were instantly pulled back to the afternoon of Ji University’s welcome party.

The same soccer field, the same two people, and even the guitar on Li Yuan’s back was the same.

But though only half a month has passed, why does it feel like an entire world away? Is this the power of love? Perhaps this is what longing is. A single day apart feels like three autumns!

Behind them, Li Qingqing, Xie Ping, and Zhang Ruoxue saw Li Yuan and Jiang Zhiyu heading to the field and exchanged joyful glances.

"Quick, let’s follow them quietly. It was the same last time, at this very spot. Li Yuan and Zhiyu sang a love song together."

"Haha, I knew it! With Li Scumbag’s talent, at a time like this, how could he not sing a song to try and convince Zhiyu to stay?"

"Heh, you never know. If Li Yuan is passionate enough and writes a song that’s touching enough, Zhiyu might actually have a change of heart."

"Look, the other onlookers have already found their spots to eavesdrop. We’d better hurry and grab a good spot."

Li Yuan led Jiang Zhiyu to the soccer field, where they sat down in a corner near the goal.

He took the guitar that Jiang Zhiyu had given him off his back, tuned the strings, and strummed a few chords.

Jiang Zhiyu nestled next to Li Yuan, resting her chin in her hands and gazing at him affectionately.

"Xia Hua, I’d like to record this. Is that okay?"

As he always did, Li Yuan stroked her head and smiled.

"As long as you like it, anything is okay!"

Jiang Zhiyu shivered slightly. A blush deepened on her cheeks, and two small dimples faintly appeared.

"Mhm! Thank you, Xia Hua!"

In that moment, she seemed to forget all her sorrow and the pain Li Yuan had caused her, wanting only to enjoy this rare time alone with him.

She took her phone from her bag, turned on the video recorder, and placed it on the grass with the lens aimed at them. She then took a pen and staff paper from her bag, ready to write music to Li Yuan’s rhythm, just as she had done before.

"Xia Hua, I’m ready!"

"Okay!" Li Yuan nodded.

His hands moved over the guitar strings. Li Yuan recalled the intro to "Anhe Bridge," and that familiar melody rang out, echoing softly across the empty soccer field.

Listening to the song’s intro, Jiang Zhiyu froze. She had resolved not to be sad, but hearing the melancholic tune, she felt an inexplicable sorrow. She couldn’t stop her eyes from welling up with tears.

Just over ten meters behind them, Xie Ping and her friends were also listening intently to Li Yuan’s playing. Zhang Ruoxue was even holding up a digital camera, secretly filming them.

As the intro to "Anhe Bridge" played, Li Qingqing grew uneasy. A heaviness settled in her heart, bringing her to the brink of tears. She glanced at Xie Ping and Zhang Ruoxue and whispered, "Why is this intro so long? It’s making me want to cry."

Xie Ping replied in an equally quiet voice, "This intro is special. It pierces the heart. It feels incredibly sad."

Zhang Ruoxue shot them a look and whispered, "Be quiet. Just listen."

At that moment, the intro ended.

Li Yuan played his guitar and began to sing in a very low voice...

*Let me look at you one more time...*

*From south to north...*

*Please tell me again*

*About that day...*

*I know those summers*

*Like youth, can’t return...*

*They trap me in the city*

*In memory of you...*

Li Yuan sang with deep emotion, and before he realized it, tears were streaming down his cheeks. In his past life and in this one, every time he sang this song filled with regret, he would lose control of his emotions and cry involuntarily.

Holding a pen, Jiang Zhiyu was continuously writing on her paper. Her own heart ached as she watched Li Yuan’s tear-streaked face, and her own tears fell unnoticed onto the green grass.

As he sang, Li Yuan gazed at Jiang Zhiyu with deep affection, his thoughts drifting back to how they had gotten to know each other after adding each other on QQ in early July. Now, in late October, they had only known each other for a little over three months, but she had already left an indelible mark on his body and soul. This girl, who had eyes only for him, was now choosing to leave—to leave him, to leave Modu for a foreign country—all because of the pain he had caused. And he was too cowardly to even say a word to ask her to stay.

Perhaps this is the real me.

Li Yuan sighed internally and continued to sing the deeply regretful song.

*Let me taste once more*

*The wine of autumn...*

*Let me hear it again*

*The most beautiful line*

*You’ve gone home*

*I’m waiting for you...*

*I know those summers*

*Like you, cannot return*

*I won’t be full of anticipation for anyone again*

*I know this world*

*Every day holds too many regrets*

*So hello, and goodbye...*

When Li Yuan finished singing, Jiang Zhiyu was already a sobbing mess. Unable to restrain her emotions any longer, she tossed her pen and paper aside.

Then, her eyes brimming with tears, she hugged Li Yuan’s arm. Seeing his tear-stained face, she leaned in and kissed him.