Wearing a Ring is Not About Marriage, It’s About Love

"Senior Wen Hua. We saw your photos on the wall of the outstanding graduates on our first day of school. You looked so good, and you're from the same class. Everyone has wanted to see you both for a long time."

As soon as these words were said, the students who were pretending to be decent suddenly became excited and echoed loudly.

"Yes, you two are the most eye-catching people on the wall, and you were in the same class. Everyone has been discussing it for several years. Will Senior Wen Hua come in the future?"

Someone boldly asked, "May I ask what is your relationship with Senior Wen Hua? Have you been together after graduation?"

The crowd became noisy.

"There are still posts about the two of you on the school forum. Did you really have a crush on each other in high school?"

"Senior, you're wearing a ring on your ring finger. Are you married?" A sharp-eyed student asked.

The man sitting on the stage lowered his eyes slightly. His fingertip rubbed the silver ring, and his gaze turned deep.

Look, everyone is talking about you.

How could I forget?

The principal cleared his throat and warned the students not to get carried away.

Xi Mo held the microphone, and his deep and mellow voice entered everyone's ears clearly. "Wearing a ring is not about marriage. It's about love."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

He continued, "I haven't seen her for many years. If I meet her in the future, I'll pass on your ardent wishes. Also, thank you for your concern. I think she'll be very happy to know that so many of her juniors are concerned about her. As for whether you're asking if we have a crush on each other, I have no way of knowing now. I'm sorry."

The girls were a little disappointed that they did not get the information they had imagined, but on second thought, he did not deny that he had a crush on Senior Wen.

"Then may I ask, senior, did you have a crush on Senior Wen?"

Xi Mo's gaze suddenly paused. It was for no other reason than that he just happened to notice a certain long-haired woman wearing a mask in the back corner of the auditorium.

Her smooth forehead and deep eyes were very similar to the person in his memory.

When he noticed her, she was standing up and walking towards the back door.

Even her slender and straight back looked so similar.

His breathing slowed down a beat, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "It can't be considered a crush."

The back view disappeared from his sight, and he spoke slightly faster, "It's love."

After a simple greeting to everyone, he had already stood up and left in a hurry.

The students in the auditorium who had only reacted two seconds later were instantly in an uproar.

The footsteps that he rushed out with were no longer as steady as usual. He only felt that every step he took was like stepping on a cloud. Each step was flimsy.

The man's cold face was tense, and he appeared even more stern and solemn.

His heartbeat and breathing seemed to be slowing down uncontrollably.

The urge to see a certain someone was about to burst out of his body and drag him into oblivion.

At the same time, he warned himself not to be too anxious. If it wasn't her, how long would he need to wait?

Past the back door, there was a row of lush osmanthus trees. The early osmanthus flowers were already showing signs of blooming.

When the beautiful figure reappeared in his field of vision, he heard the strong beating of his heart, and even his breathing slowed down a beat.

The sunset at this moment was too wonderful, making him feel like he was in a dream.

In his line of sight, she took off her mask and revealed her fair side profile, smiling gently at the form teacher.

Xi Mo stood rooted to the spot, his breathing so light that he was afraid to break the moment. His gaze followed her.

Her every frown and smile fell into his eyes. Every frame was a scene that he had yearned for day and night.

It could be seen that the two of them were having a pleasant conversation. The form teacher even invited her to sit in the office.

Outside the office door.

The man leaned against the wall lightly. His handsome face had an unfathomable expression. His facial features were cold and taut. He had an indifferent look that prevented strangers from getting close to him. However, if one took a closer look, one would discover that there was a suppressed joy between his brows.

His dark eyes were deep and profound. His gaze was looking into the void. His hand, which had distinct joints, was unconsciously clenched.

Time passed minute by minute. Every once in a while, he would look at his watch. His patience was already on the verge of crumbling.

Twenty minutes had passed.

He tried his best to suppress the urge to turn around and knock on the door. He waited silently for a while, and in his heart, he was slowly telling himself to calm down and restrain himself.

Finally, the sound of the door knob turning was heard, followed by her clear and pleasant voice.

"Teacher, there's no need to send me off. You go about your business. My friend is here to pick me up..."

Two pairs of eyes met, and she was momentarily speechless.

Xi Mo stared at her. Her beautiful eyes were clean and clear without a trace of impurities. The mole at the corner of her eyes was just like the first time he saw her. It was so hot that his heart was trembling.

She was stunned for only two seconds before she smiled gently at him. "It's you."