If the Deep Sea Forgets You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was this cool, handsome and quiet person buying something for her.

Xia Qingyi felt her own heart fill to bursting in an instant. Happiness lit up her eyes.

Just at this moment when she was filled with delight, Xia Qingyi suddenly heard a man's voice from behind her.

"Nian Nian." It was a voice filled with love. Xia Qingyi looked at the people around her, they were all rushing past her and did not stop, or turn to look behind them.

"Nian Nian…" That person shouted again.

Xia Qingyi felt strange, so she straightened her body and turned back to look at the person shouting.

Time seemed to freeze at the moment when Xia Qingyi turned her head around. The entire world went silent and unmoving, and even the minuscule particles floating in the air seem to stop moving, remaining suspended in midair.

Xia Qingyi did not move and froze in position, her hair flying in the wind.

Many years later, Xia Qingyi kept thinking, if she had not turned around at that time, if she pretended not to have heard that sentence, if she had walked in Mo Han's direction at that moment, whether things would have been different in the future, and whether it would have made things easier for her.

Except that there were no ifs in this world.

On that day, Xia Qingyi turned her head.

She saw a man with a face full of tears. She did not recognize him.

What kind of expression could it be, he was staring carefully, not daring to step forward, as though even softly saying a sentence would make a lot of things disappear.

Even though there were a lot of people passing through, and there was a wide street in between them, Xia Qingyi still had a feeling that he was looking at her.

Both she and that man stared at each other across the street. There was no change of emotions within her, and she kept silent. The man standing on the opposite side did not move and only smiled at her as he let the tears flow down his face.

"What is it?" Mo Han had returned, and he passed a cup of milk tea over to Xia Qingyi.

Xia Qingyi turned her head, took the milk tea and shook her head. "Nothing, let's go now."

She pulled Mo Han as they walked forward so that he would be at her side, not wanting him to see the man at the opposite side.

Her steps got quicker as she walked. In her stupor, she felt as though she would be dragged down by the past if she looked back.

And she did not want her past to find her.

"Nian Nian!" The man shouted loudly again. The entire street could hear his hoarse voice.

Both Mo Han and Xia Qingyi stopped in their tracks. Mo Han turned his head, but Xia Qingyi tugged at the corner of his shirt, wanting him to continue walking forward.

Mo Han saw that there was a man going against the crowd to walk towards them on the opposite side. He gently patted the back of Xia Qingyi's hand and said, "It'll be fine."

That man had already run to Xia Qingyi's side, out of breath. He did not look at Mo Han, his eyes focused on Xia Qingyi's back. Xia Qingyi thought about it and still turned her head back and looked at the man.

That man was slightly shorter than Mo Han, and had attractive features, except that he looked exhausted and his hair was in a mess. He had not trimmed it for a very long time. He had huge dark eye circles and green colored stubble on his chin.

"Nian Nian…" That man murmured as he looked at her.

"Sir, you've probably mistaken me for someone. My name is Xia Qingyi," Xia Qingyi looked at him straight in the eye. She originally thought that she would more or less be a little panicked, but the strange thing was that she did not feel a lot of emotions, as though he was really a stranger.

That man reached his hand out as though he wanted to touch Xia Qingyi, but she avoided him. He awkwardly put down his hand and only looked at her. "How could I not recognize you?"

Xia Qingyi took out her own identity card from her bag and showed it to that man, "Ummm… here's my identity card, you really have the wrong person."