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Not only did she have a heart full of compassion, but she was also talented.
While she was lost in her thoughts, Yan Rusheng had already dragged her back to her seat.
They shifted their gazes towards the violin in the glass display cabinet on the stage.
They were stunned and flabbergasted.
Subconsciously, Xuxu withdrew her hand from Yan Rusheng’s grip. She rose and walked towards the exit of the auction hall…
Yan Rusheng snapped out of his trance and swiftly got up from his seat without a second thought. He hurriedly chased after her and held her hand tightly without giving her the chance to fling it away.
Everyone was baffled. One moment they were being so lovey-dovey, the next moment, they seemed to have fallen out with each other.
Under everyone’s puzzled eyes, Wen Xuxu and Yan Rusheng stormed out of the auction hall. She mustered all her strength and flung his hand away. “Yan Rusheng, Fang Jiayin is back.”
That violin… she could recognize it even if it were reduced to ashes. Besides being a top student, Fang Jiayin was also a talented violinist that everyone admired.
She had invited Xuxu to watch her performances countless times.
The violin in the glass display cabinet at the auction hall was the one that belonged to her. There was a goldfish ornament hanging on it which had been a gift from Yan Rusheng, and the side of the violin was specially engraved with their initials ‘FY’.
Even though the two initials were tiny, they caught her eyes in one glance. She was also convinced that Yan Rusheng saw them as well.
Finally, this would all be coming to an end.
She would also be able to set herself free again.
Indeed, Fang Jiayin had returned. Yan Rusheng had also seen her and the violin.
However, he showed no signs of having any emotions towards this woman who dumped him three years ago and left without a word.
He only had eyes for the woman who was standing before him right now.
“Yes, she’s back, but why are you having such a strong reaction?”
Yan Rusheng narrowed his wicked-looking eyes and sized her up.
The Xuxu that he knew had always been cool-headed. But when she saw the violin and realized that Fang Jiayin had returned, she left emotionally, oblivious to the stares from the crowd.
This would be one of the very few times that she had lost control.
What was the cause of her sudden outburst?
Xuxu trembled with guilt. She finally realized that she had lost control of her own emotions.
She was about to explain when suddenly, a refreshingly sweet voice came from the front. “Ah Sheng, Xuxu.”
Hearing her name and this familiar voice, Xuxu pursed her lips. She clenched her fist and then relaxed.
She shifted her gaze to the front without showing any signs of surprise.
A tall and slender lady was dressed in an orange-colored blouse and white skin-tight pants. Donning a pair of silvery pink stilettos, she walked towards them with graceful and unhurried steps.
She looked exactly the same as she did three years ago. Her looks hadn’t aged a bit, and her complexion was still as fair and as exquisite as porcelain.
Her straight and black, waist-length hair fell past her back.
She exuded a prominent sense of elegance from within.
During their university days, she was both the boys’ angel and goddess. To everyone, Fang Jiayin was the one deemed most compatible with Yan Rusheng.
The corners of Xuxu’s mouth curled up, revealing a magnanimous smile. “Jiayin, it’s been a while.”
Her tone was light and ordinary, coupled with a calm look in her eyes.