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It's just not possible now.
He Mingcheng no longer does any work related to mathematics. He just writes, drinks tea, and at most practices some Tai Chi every day, yet he feels extremely exhausted.
It was the first time He Mingcheng formally met Lin Xiaoqing. Before, he had only glimpsed her from afar at one of Zhao Yi's presentations, hearing from others that she was Zhao Yi's girlfriend. Meeting her face-to-face, of course, had a different significance. He had prepared a red envelope for Lin Xiaoqing and even asked about their marriage plans.
With a shy smile, Lin Xiaoqing accepted it. No matter how she looked at him, He Mingcheng seemed amiable and approachable.
Zhao Yi just gave a melancholic chuckle. The topic of marriage was truly saddening. Lately, amidst family and close friends, marriage seemed to be the recurring question. With their university graduation looming, Zhao Yi and Lin Xiaoqing were supposed to tie the knot soon.
But...
