Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Lin Qingyuan immediately retorted, "I'm not in love with him. He's so obnoxious and mean—he's the last person I'd fall in love with."

Chen Qiyu said with amusement, "Deny it all you want. If you really had no feelings for him, you wouldn't be moping and sulking here alone because he left."

Lin Qingyuan was speechless.

"Admitting that you're in love with someone isn't a big deal, you know. Both of you are bad at expressing yourselves and are slower than others when it comes to recognizing your feelings. If this goes on, you'll only make yourselves suffer."

Her words stirred something within Lin Qingyuan.

Was Long Xuan slow when it came to recognizing his feelings?

"One of you has to take the first step. Once that happens, you can avoid a lot of misunderstandings." Chen Qiyu analyzed the situation thoroughly.

"He still hasn't apologized for insulting me yesterday. I refuse to be the first to approach him," Lin Qingyuan said indignantly.

Chen Qiyu shrugged. That was indeed a problem.

If Zhao Heng were to insult her like that, she would not be able to accept it either.

"Then maybe you two should take some time to cool off," Chen Qiyu suggested eventually.

"Forget about him—has your brother's condition improved?" asked Lin Qingyuan.

"Kind of. His injuries are nothing serious. It's just that he can't remember the past anymore." Chen Qiyu sighed.

Lin Qingyuan reassured her, "Losing memories isn't the end of the world. I'm sure he'll regain them in the future."

Chen Qiyu seemed nonchalant enough. "I, for one, don't think it's a bad thing that he's lost his memories. He's lived an awful life, but now that he's lost his memories, he can start over." She gave Lin Qingyuan a significant look. "Otherwise, he'll only be asking for trouble if he keeps clinging onto people he should be forgetting."

Lin Qingyuan blinked. "Why are you looking at me?"

Chen Qiyu shook her head and said emotionally, "All I can say is that—some people are gone from your life forever once they slip through your fingers, and no amount of regret can fix things. That's why we need to cherish the ones we have."

Hearing this, Lin Qingyuan fell silent.

Cherish the ones they had, huh?

There was a heavy storm that afternoon, accompanied by claps of thunder.

Lin Qingyuan leaned against a pillar in the covered corridor, staring vacantly at the rain outside.

It would take at least a day to travel from this city to the imperial capital.

Was Long Xuan stuck in the rain right now?

"Miss, the rain's getting heavier. Let's go in, or you'll catch a cold," Bai He coaxed her softly.

Gazing at the endless downpour, Lin Qingyuan nodded.

Just when she was about to turn away, she heard Bai He exclaim, "Miss, look!"

Lin Qingyuan glanced carelessly in the direction she was pointing.

There was a man in white standing in the rain.

The rain poured down on him in torrents, blurring his features.

Lin Qingyuan was stunned. After a while, she finally managed to get a clear look at the person's face.

She could not believe her eyes.

She blinked, thinking that she was hallucinating.

However, the person remained there without budging an inch.

Her heart thundered in her chest.

Had he not returned to the imperial capital?

All kinds of doubts flashed through her mind.

Before she could stop herself, she stepped into the rain.

"Miss—" Bai He cried out behind her.

The rain instantly drenched Lin Qingyuan's clothes as she shouted to the man in front of her, "I thought you left! Why did you come back?"

Long Xuan finally started to move too.

His pace only grew faster and faster. Soon, he arrived at Lin Qingyuan's side and scooped her into his arms.

"You're a pretty naive person, you know. What if you run into bad people again? I didn't want to receive any bad news about you after I return to the imperial capital."