After the performance, Jiang Shuyi changed out of her formal suit.

This white suit was originally meant for Yan Jingshu's accompanist, and it was a bit small for her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

The school anniversary gradually came to a close.

Jiang Shuyi said goodbye to Song Jinxi and the others and ran to the back of the auditorium.

Since Jiang Shuyi had been called in at the last minute to accompany Yan Jingshu, she didn't have a pass and could only stand at the entrance waiting for Wen Yao to come out.

She glanced at her watch, it was already ten o'clock.

One by one, performers came out from the stage carrying various items, but Jiang Shuyi didn't see Wen Yao.

To avoid obstructing others, Jiang Shuyi stepped aside to the edge of the path.

After a while, a group dressed in red dance costumes came out.

Jiang Shuyi walked over and asked, "Excuse me, have the committee members come out yet?"

The student shook their head, "They're still in a meeting..."

Jiang Shuyi checked her watch again, it was already eleven o'clock.

The cold wind at the end of December blew the dry leaves on the ground, which were helplessly swept away by the gusts.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her phone and leaned against a pillar in front of the auditorium.

There were no messages from Wen Yao.

". . ."

Wen Yao might be in the meeting and hadn't replied to her texts.

Jiang Shuyi felt her fingers were freezing.

Her gaze drifted to a vending machine in the distance, and she thought about buying two bottles of hot drinks.

However, if she left now, Wen Yao might come out and not see her, so Jiang Shuyi could only wait for the committee members to come out.

Jiang Shuyi rubbed her fingers together and blew into her palms.

". . ."

After a while, Wen Yao came out.

Jiang Shuyi watched her from a distance.

Wen Yao silently lowered her gaze and walked forward, as if lost in thought.

Feeling a bit worried, Jiang Shuyi followed behind her.

After a moment, Wen Yao suddenly spoke up:

"What do you want, Jiang Shuyi?"

"Wen Yao," Jiang Shuyi didn't know when she had been noticed. After a pause, she quickly walked up to Wen Yao's side. "Are you going home?"

It would be warm once they got back, Jiang Shuyi thought as she sniffed.

Tomorrow was New Year's Day, and her auntie had said she should help prepare a feast for them to enjoy at home today.

But Wen Yao didn't respond, remaining silent for a moment as she looked at her.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao's face and noticed her eyelashes gently trembling.

"Jiang Shuyi, the glass in my house has actually been fixed."

Wen Yao turned her head as usual, coldly saying, "I think I should move out of your house." 

". . ." Jiang Shuyi was momentarily stunned, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

"I'll go back with you, pack my things, and then move out."

Wen Yao said quietly.

For some reason, Jiang Shuyi sensed a hint of heaviness in her tone.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao standing in front of her and hesitated before asking in a somewhat disjointed manner, "...So, are you planning to leave now?"

Jiang Shuyi felt her lips were a bit dry, and the coldness in her fingers began to spread helplessly.

"Yes." Wen Yao looked calmly ahead, hugging her arms, and began to walk slowly forward as usual.

Jiang Shuyi quickly caught up to her.

She fumbled for words, saying, "...Wen Yao, you should at least wait until tomorrow to leave. It's so late."

"It's... it's too unsafe."

Jiang Shuyi pressed her lips together.

She didn't understand why Wen Yao wanted to leave so hurriedly.

Wen Yao let out a faint breath and provided a reason.

"I don't have much luggage, and besides, tomorrow is New Year's Day. I want to go back to my own home to rest early."

She clearly enunciated the words "my own home."

Are you in a hurry to get back home to rest?

Is Wen Yao really in a hurry to return to her home, which looks even smaller than her own bedroom, or is she eager to spend New Year's alone?

Jiang Shuyi felt a tightness in her chest. "If my mom sees you've left, she'll definitely ask me where you went."

"Can't you wait until she gets back before you leave?"

". . ." Perhaps because it was Tang Wenzhen, even Wen Yao hesitated for a moment.

But she quickly resumed her stance, quietly saying, "I think your mother probably won't be back tomorrow. I will come to visit and thank her another day."

Such thorough courtesy response.

Jiang Shuyi took a deep breath. "But won't that person come looking for you?"

"You don't need to worry." Wen Yao looked ahead, starting to take her steps, exuding a mix of confidence and assurance.

Jiang Shuyi hesitated for a moment and followed behind Wen Yao.

"But of course, I'll worry..."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao, feeling somewhat at a loss.

The two slowly walked to a commercial plaza near their home.

This was a still-developing commercial area, filled with iron ladders, and blue, white, and orange neon lights hung around the branches.

The wind was strong, and Jiang Shuyi glanced at her watch, it was almost New Year's Eve.

As they walked, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

The snow landed on Wen Yao's head, and Jiang Shuyi wanted to reach out and brush the snow off her head.

But before she could, Wen Yao turned to look at her.

"Jiang Shuyi, you're not obligated to care about me so much. I can handle these things on my own."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Yes, she was not obligated to care so much. Wen Yao was indeed capable, and these were things she could manage alone.

Jiang Shuyi slowly retracted her hand, feeling an emptiness in her chest.

The face she could see every day, the face she could easily look at whenever they were together, now told her that she wouldn't be able to see it anymore.

What kind of feeling was this?

"...But you suddenly tell me this."

"I won't be able to adapt."

Jiang Shuyi watched her gradually walk away and said softly.

The snow began to fall more heavily, illuminated by the neon lights at the roadside, making the snowflakes look ethereal.

Thinking about Wen Yao returning to that small room made Jiang Shuyi feel as if something was stuck in her heart, leaving her unsettled.

She couldn't articulate whether this feeling stemmed from Wen Yao leaving her or from the impending change in her life due to the absence of someone.

Jiang Shuyi remained silent, staring at the ground for a long time.

Wen Yao continued to walk in front of her, and soon this Omega would walk out of her life like this.

Jiang Shuyi looked at that decisive and resolute back, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Wen Yao."

". . ." Hearing the voice behind her, Wen Yao turned her head with a hint of impatience.

She looked at Jiang Shuyi but didn't speak.

"I've realized that you... are quite something."

Jiang Shuyi paused for a moment, looking at Wen Yao with a hint of reproach, her words carrying a tone of blame.

Wen Yao raised her head and silently gazed at Jiang Shuyi.

Her pupils trembled slightly.

It was as if she was hurt, making one feel a pang of sympathy.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her pupils but averted her gaze stiffly.

"You have many flaws."

"You always keep silent, pretending as if nothing is wrong."

"Although you're very smart, you're such a terrible person. You're younger than me, yet you act so impressive while criticizing me."

Jiang Shuyi glanced away, paused for a moment, and continued, 

"And honestly, is it really that great to be alone? I've never seen someone who likes another person as much as you do."

"You always give me the silent treatment, ignoring me at the drop of a hat..."

"You clearly promised me you'd go to the amusement park, yet you still haven't gone with me."

"You're always busy with a million things..."

Jiang Shuyi began to list Wen Yao's flaws one by one.

The snow finally started to swirl around them, the unique scent of snow beginning to permeate the world.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao, biting her lip.

"You're really terrible."

". . ." Wen Yao silently looked at Jiang Shuyi, the corners of her eyes beginning to redden slightly.

Her fingers slowly curled back, as if she didn't want to hear any more, and her throat tightened slightly.

"Have you said enough? I know you hate me, Jiang Shuyi."

"I'm leaving. If the snow gets heavier, I won't be able to go back."

Jiang Shuyi looked at her and grabbed her wrist, interrupting Wen Yao. "I haven't finished speaking."

". . ." Wen Yao sighed.

"You only let me see your secrets."

"You take time out of your own schedule to help me with problems, secretly organizing my notes."

Wen Yao looked at her as snowflakes danced between them.

"Being alone is one thing, but you even have only my phone number saved in your phone."

"During your heat, you still had the nerve to hold me and threaten me not to let go."

"After giving me the cold shoulder, you would sneakily hid my clothes, making a little nest to sleep in like a little hamster."

"Even if you didn't accompany me to the amusement park, you still went to the movies with me."

"Several times, even amidst your busyness, you would still meet my gaze."

"With all this,"

Jiang Shuyi's lips trembled as she held onto Wen Yao's wrist, pulling her into her embrace.

"How could I possibly hate you? How could I not be moved by you?"

". . ."

Wen Yao felt the scent of lemon balm pheromones from the Alpha in front of her, momentarily hesitating.

Wen Yao's palm rested on Jiang Shuyi's waist, not moving as if she were uncertain.

Both of their hair was already covered in snowflakes, and Jiang Shuyi looked at her earnestly.

"Wen Yao."

"You're so special to me, making me like you this much. Why can't you stay?"

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