Ryan was two years younger than Ste.
When Ste was a senior in high school, Ryan was just a freshman. Everyone said there was a liberal arts genius in the senior ss who gave all the outstanding student speeches every year, but she was cold and didn’t seem to like talking much.
Ryan had originally thought that excellent students like her were all just bookworms who kept their heads down and studied mechanically.
Freshman sses were rtively rxed. After runningps during PE ss, he was secretly hiding in a shady spot when that girl the school praised as a genius jumped over the school wall. Her high ponytail was like a dancing light that instantly struck his heart.
Ste would never know that her appearance was another form of salvation in his life.
He was an illegitimate son of the Woods family. His biological father had too many sons to care about him, and his mother had sent him there just to get more money.
The Woods family was a wealthy household, but his life there was worse than death. To survive, he learned a skill from a very young age: ying dumb.
No one pays attention to stupid people. Ryan gradually became marginalized-sometimes he could be away from home for ten days or half a month without anyone looking for him.
hat day, Ste appeared like a hero bathed in radiant light: “Hey, want some snacks?”
Before he could react, arge bag of snacks was stuffed into his arms. Ste walked away casually. He thought she was probably a spoiled little princess from a pampered family, but it did solve his most pressing problem at the time-hunger.
He imagined she must live in a happy andplete family environment, butter he heard that her parents had died long ago, and the person buying her gifts nd snacks was actually the murderer who had killed her parents.
Every time she received things, she smiled happily on the surface, but in reality, everything either went into the trash or into other students’ stomachs. Thaty, Ryan happened to be that lucky recipient.
Later, he followed her to the same university, but unfortunately, she was passionately pursuing Gabriel Sterling, which the whole school knew about.
Thest time he heard news about her was when he learned that her advisor intended for her to pursue further studies, but she refused. So after graduating in
is senior year, he chose her advisor toplete the dreams she hadn’t fulfilled.
te probably didn’t know that from the moment she debuted, her first devoted fan was him. During those devastating nights, Ryan listened to Ste ramble on about her college dreams and how difficult her current job was.
yan understood her very well. A former pride of heaven suddenly thrown into an unfamiliar ce, thinking she could master it easily like before, but reality Healt her a heavy blow-she just couldn’t do this job well no matter what.
t was then that Ryan realized Ste had never given up on her dreams, so he began traveling around the world, messaging Ste from every ce he visited.
The day Ste left the entertainment industry, she sent him her final message:
Thank you for the encounter. Goodbye!”
This was also the only public rtionship between the two of them.
yan looked at his phone. The fan forum was a haven he had single-handedly built for her, but now that she no longer needed it, this haven had no reason to
-xist.
Ryan disbanded the fan forum and walked in the opposite direction from where Ste had gone. From now on, each of them would live for themselves.
Taking this new step, Ste still felt some fear. Her youthful dreams were within reach, but fortunately, her luck was pretty good now-she had met a reliable
eam.
In spring, they set foot on thend of Nyingchi. From Bomi to Suosong Vige, wild peach trees stretched along the Niyang River for fifty kilometers on both sides of the highway-a beauty beyond the power of words to describe.
Before summer arrived, she appeared in Hond’s tulip fields. Millions of tulips were blooming wildly in Keukenhof Park. Ste rode her bicycle through the flower fields while a hospitable Dutch man insisted on telling tulip stories in his strange Chinese ent, making Steugh heartily.
In autumn, she encountered the most intense fall colors on Canada’s Maple Road. From Quebec to Niagara, over two thousand kilometers of highway were dyed fire red by maple leaves. The world outside the car window looked like an ignited oil painting, burning brilliantly red.
Of course, she also got lost in the old city of Montreal, wandering around only to identally stumble into a private orchard and receive a freshly picked sweet apple.
When deep winter arrived, they headed north and stopped at d’s blue ice caves. Icicles hung overhead, refracting the light from outside the cave.
She and her teammates huddled together, watching their guide use an ice axe to chip off a small piece of ice, drop it into whiskey, and hand it to her. <fn780a> For more chapters visit FιndＮovel</fn780a>
The spicy liquor mixed with the ice’s rity slid down her throat. She drank too eagerly and started coughing, while herpanions teased her and hurried to pour her water.
Ste, after all these years you still can’t handle it!”
I told you I’m older than you-call me sister, you little brat with no manners.”
he got up to chase one of the teenagers in their group but identally bumped into a pair of eyes more beautiful than the night sky.
Five yearster, Ste returned here with a blonde, blue-eyed handsome man.
Emily, this is my husband. I’m pregnant!”
Sabriel Sterling, who had been nning to approach, stopped in his tracks. He gave a bitter smile, looking at Ste’s sweet smile in the distance. The roses in his
ands instantly lost their luster.
Ste, be happy.”
The roses went into the trash bin as Gabriel waved toward Ste’s direction.
This time it was truly goodbye.
Ste, farewell!”
Gabriel, farewell!”
te said softly, watching his retreating figure, then looked at her beloved beside her with a sweet smile.