Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1702 - 587: Orange! Orange! (Part 2)

The news mentioned the incredibly familiar name "Liu Qingning."

Only then did she realize that Liu Qingning was in Shen City, not far from her.

And had already achieved such a brilliant career.

After that, she began to inquire about Tang Song’s whereabouts.

That’s when she found out he had resigned from Meigou Technology and returned to Yan City.

South and north, pursuing and giving up...

She immediately empathized with Tang Song’s feelings.

Once again, she summoned the courage to contact him, encourage him, and comfort him.

But in the end, she backed down again.

She was an introverted, self-deprecating person used to silently observing; she was inconspicuous.

She didn’t know in what capacity to contact him, or even how to address him.

After all, over the years, she was probably a stranger in his heart by now.

Until that day, in the corner of a second-hand bookstore in Yang City, the fleeting glimpse of "Dragon Ball" instantly sparked all her thoughts.

She picked it up, and it was exactly the 16th volume she lost in 2012, exactly the 2009 edition, exactly from Qiong Island Photography and Art Publishing House.

Everything seemed like a fateful revelation.

She bought that volume and from that day on, she made up her mind to slowly piece together the "Dragon Ball" collection.

She wanted to complete her own "summoning the dragon" ritual, to give herself the courage to act, and then "make that wish."

To express the words she’s wanted to say all these years in the most subtle and gentle way.

At its core, she just wanted to tell him.

All these years, someone has also been silently liking him, and someone still clearly remembers his "youthful self."

She hoped he could gain some warm strength from this letter, to continue being passionate, brave, and have light in his eyes.

Of course, at the same time, this was also her farewell to the past.

She was already 26 years old this year, and she feared that if she didn’t say these words now, she might never have the chance.

In the future, she might leave Yang City, might go to an unknown place, might get married, might completely turn into someone else.

She must complete this account to the "past self" while she was still "herself."

"Meow~"

A gentle cat’s meow interrupted her thoughts.

Orange had unknowingly jumped onto the desk, rubbing its furry head against her cold arm.

Zhang Yan slowly came back to her senses, reaching out to hold it in her arms, her cheeks deeply buried in its warm and soft fur.

"Orange, I miss you so much..."

Sobs rang out, and the hot tears soaked the orange fur.

To her, that distant Tang Song was always her best friend in this life.

Just like that afternoon in middle school, when sunlight shone through the window bars, illuminating the animated expression on his face as he shared manga.

Only her friendship wasn’t pure, mixed with heart-pounding girlish emotions, too timid to get closer due to inferiority.

Just then.

A sudden "knock, knock, knock" sounded at the door.

Zhang Yan shuddered and abruptly jumped up from her chair.

She hurriedly used the back of her hand to wipe away the tear stains on her face, trying to make her voice sound less strange: "Who, who is it?"

"It’s me!" Lulu’s familiar voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Yan quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe her face, took several deep breaths, and then went over to open the door quickly.

Soon after, a man and a woman appeared at the door.

Next to Lulu stood their former colleague Li Chao, the friend who had previously helped her change the hallway light bulb.

Li Chao was holding a slightly worn electric grill in one hand, and Lulu was carrying several heavy shopping bags.

"Surprise! Hehe," Lulu said as she barged in, putting the bags on the table with gusto, "It’s Friday! And my fund made money! We have to have a good meal and celebrate with some drinks!"

Li Chao shook the electric grill in his hand with a smile: "I brought the gear, and today’s barbecue is funded by rich lady Lulu."

Watching the scene and Lulu’s deliberately relaxed smile, Zhang Yan pressed her lips together and said nothing.

"Come on, stop standing there," Lulu gave her a push and opened the bags, "You go wash the vegetables, Li Chao and I will handle the rest!"

The shopping bags were full of ingredients.

Marinated chicken wings, beef slices, big prawns, along with green peppers, enoki mushrooms, and even several bottles of RIO cocktails.

Zhang Yan nodded numbly.

Lulu swiftly opened the window, letting the late autumn breeze in with a chill.

The three of them became busy in the small space, sounds of washing vegetables, cutting meat, and Lulu’s playful directives to Li Chao intertwined.

This originally quiet rented room was suddenly filled with warm and genuine hustle and bustle.

...

At the Four Seasons Hotel.

Outside the window was the bustling and sparkling night view of Yang City, the lights of Zhujiang New City flowing like a river of stars.

In the private office, it was so quiet that only the faint sound of the central air conditioning could be heard.

Tang Song stared blankly at the phone screen, his thoughts surging like the river outside the window.

It turns out the person who proactively added him on WeChat a few months ago, "Smiling Breath," was Zhang Yan.

[I also wish you to always remain like your youthful self, passionate, brave, and have light in your eyes.]

He lowered his head, looking at the neatly written words on the letter paper, feeling as if his heart was being tightly gripped.

His fingers swiped to the fourth picture.

It was a row of neatly arranged "Dragon Ball" volumes on a simple bookshelf, a total of 34 volumes.

"2009 edition..." Tang Song murmured, his eyes growing unfocused.

During middle school, he was particularly obsessed with shonen manga, and his biggest dream at the time was to open a manga cafe in the future.