Jiang Beiyuan batted her hands away impatiently as he turned around.
She had trespassed on his boundaries. His eyes were icy. The crease between his eyebrows deepened as he exuded evil tendencies.
"I have already rejected you properly a long time ago. I told you that it was impossible between us. If you'd waste your time on a person who will never fall in love with you, why not move your gaze further and look at the ones around you?"
Zhang Fan from the same department had always admired Yu Lili.
Jiang Beiyuan knew about this, and so did Yu Lili.
However, emotions were always like this. You would never love the person who loved you.
And the person who didn't love you, you would treat like a treasure, like the dazzling stars in the sky. They were clearly beyond your reach, but you'd still want to chase after them.
"But I've liked you for seven years! Seven whole years! Do you know how important seven years is to a woman? I am already 27 years old this year. I've given you my youth since my university days 'til now! Why did you suddenly get married? And to someone who is not even connected to you in any way?!"
"Who told you that we aren't connected?"
Jiang Beiyuan's tone of voice was cold.
He showed his back to the light.
His long slender body seemed to be buried in the darkness.
There was an indescribable pain displayed as sorrow that had been accumulated for years appeared on his face.
"I waited for her for 10 years, I will not wait for another 10 more."
"Now, she is Mrs. Jiang, my wife. If you still have a shred of conscience in your heart, then please stop pestering a married man."
After dropping that last sentence on her, he left right away.
Under the lights, the imposing view of his back trailed on the ground, casting a tall shadow. It looked desolate and decisive.
Yu Lili crouched down on the ground slowly as she broke down in tears.
She'd loved Jiang Beiyuan for seven years, and these seven years had gone by at a snail's pace.
She still remembered the first time she met Jiang Beiyuan. It was on the third day during her study abroad at the University of Oxford.
Before meeting him, she had always wondered what kind of man she would fall in love with.
Perhaps a refined intellectual who was graceful and clean, with slender joints that seemed transparent under the sunlight.
Or maybe a second-generation member of a well-off family, a romantic who had a face that could make everyone go crazy.
If not, he would be a tall and skinny senior from university who did not really stand out from the crowd with his looks. He may not have a colorful personality, but he would be equipped with profound knowledge and experience. He would also be serious in everything he did and would understand what she really wanted.
The truth was that you could never be too sure because you would never know what could happen in the next second.
She had just ended class that day and was walking toward the dormitory when a few men of different appearances and styles walked over.
She instantly noticed Jiang Beiyuan, who stood on the left.
Dressed in a shirt as white as snow, he had a detached stance, but he was clean and neat.
He had one hand in his pocket as he stared fixedly forward. His eyes were as black as ink, and he had an exceptional aura that was noble. It was as if every place that he passed by would bring about a gust of chilled air, snow, and frost.
The few boys beside him were laughing as they slung their arms over each other's shoulders. On the other hand, he seemed all alone in the world, not conversing or getting along with anyone.
At that time, she'd wondered, what kind of a man was he?
He was clearly dazzling, yet his eyes were filled with endless waves of coldness. He didn't seem to care about the people and matters around him.
But from that day on, the view of his back occupied her mind and her heart.
So liking someone wasn't based on a fixed framework.
Just one's radiance was enough.
'Til now, she had seen all kinds of men, but she could only see such radiance on Jiang Beiyuan.
She sank even lower.
Once she became obsessed, she stayed obsessed for seven years.
How long could a person persist over a love that cannot be recovered from?
Should she give up just like that?
Yet she couldn't bear to throw away all the effort she had put in for the past seven years.