【She, My Goddess】(01-02) Author: Kai Zi

Author: Kai Zi
Word Count: 11506

(1)

She appeared in front of me so suddenly.

While I was looking around for a beautiful woman among the hurried pedestrians on the street. Just as I was focusing
my gaze on a couple, the woman was wearing high-top air boots and a white semi-transparent mini skirt, revealing her slender and delicate
calves , the kind I liked. A strange impulse surged up from below, and as I was lost in thought,
my eyes followed her direction, when suddenly, "Are you Liu Yue?" she suddenly appeared
in front of me and asked softly.

I turned my head toward the direction from which the voice came, at a loss, and in an instant, her face froze me from the outside in
.

It wasn't until she asked again, slightly angrily, "Excuse me, are you Liu Yue?" that I came to my senses.

She had a high ponytail, the ponytail loose, her face lightly made up, her eyes not big, but they were
like electric lights, as if they could capture my heart. At this moment, she was frowning slightly and tilting her head slightly as she asked me.

He hurriedly replied, "Yes, I'm Liu Yue, and you're Xiao Shengzi, right?" "

Shh! Keep it down!" she quickly waved her hand to stop him, then whispered, "That's my online name. Didn't I
tell you my name is Xu Shengfan?"

"Oh, sorry!" he hurriedly scratched his head, embarrassed. Actually, it wasn't that he hadn't remembered her real name; it's
just that he'd been seeing her online under the name "Xiao Shengzi" for so long, and he just wasn't used to it. Especially
when he was staring at other beautiful women, her sudden appearance and slightly mysterious gaze might have noticed him
looking at other women. Thinking this, he panicked and made a mistake.

Composing himself, he continued, "Hello. I'm glad you could come."

Hearing this, she said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I told you to
wait for me here at 9 o'clock, but I've made you wait for almost two hours. I'm really sorry!"

Oh, if he had known she was such a beautiful woman, waiting a whole day would have been worth it. By this time, I had quickly sized her
up and down . She was wearing a slim-fitting shirt, tucked into beige skinny jeans. A dark brown
belt cinched her waist. Even with her clothes on, her waist and abdomen were flat, but her upper body was slightly bulging.
The top was undone, making me want to peek inside.

"Well, I don't have much to do. I've been working overtime at the company, and I don't usually have time to daydream like this on the street.
I should thank you for giving me this opportunity to see Shanghai."

"Oh, really?" She was slightly surprised. "You're not from Shanghai?"

"Yes, I'm from Wuhan." I knew that she wasn't actually from Shanghai. I
knew from chatting with her online that she claimed to be from Shandong. But I didn't know which part of Shandong.

She seemed a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look down on people from other places. You know, I'm not
..."

"I know, I didn't mean anything by it," I said frankly.

She then smiled more relaxedly. "A little awkward...is it?" "This is the first time I've ever met up with someone I met online like this
...to be together."

Knowing she meant to say "date" but changed her mind at the last minute, I felt a slight chill and disappointment. But then I thought, it's nothing,
why think so much?

"Where shall we go?" we both asked simultaneously .

"Hahaha," she laughed even more relaxedly, her voice sweeter and clearer. She
covered her mouth slightly with her hand that wasn't holding an umbrella, secretly glancing at me before looking away.

I gave a slightly awkward, bitter laugh, and then, amidst her laughter, asked, "It's so
late, have you eaten? It's already 10:30, Raffles City has long since closed, if you haven't eaten, nearby...

" I was interrupted before I could finish, "No, I've already eaten." She lowered her head slightly, then tilted it
slightly and asked, "If you don't mind, we could take a walk in the rain? People's Square is over there,
come with me for a walk there?" "

Great! I told you, I haven't had a chance to explore Shanghai yet. Experiencing the sights of this great city sounds wonderful." I

immediately regretted saying it. Wasn't that just blatantly admitting I was unsophisticated? Before coming, I'd specifically consulted a supposedly
experienced womanizer. He told me that in front of girls, I had to be incredibly experienced, no matter what, and never
appear ignorant or poor.

Just as I was blaming myself for not listening to him, she lightly said, "Okay, let's go!" Her voice,
in the night rain, was like sunshine, sweeping away the gloom. She turned gracefully, adjusting her bag. Only then
did I notice she was carrying a small Louis Vuitton bag and a light blue long-handled umbrella—a unique style, unlike anything you
'd find in China. In the office, I'd always heard my female colleagues, who called themselves white-collar workers, talking about
fashion and designer brands, but I'd never heard them mention umbrellas.

I quickly followed her lead, heading towards People's Square.

I walked about half a body's length behind her on her right and noticed that the hem of her beige pants was soaked through, as if
she had been rushing. Her white "n" casual walking shoes were also almost completely wet.
A surge ; it seemed she was really committed to our date. Something important must have kept her late.

"You must be wondering why I'm late, right?" she suddenly said, hitting the nail on the head. I
stammered awkwardly, "No, I, I… okay," suddenly realizing I didn't need to be so reserved. "Okay, I
do want to know."

She chuckled, turning her head away, then back to me. "Come closer."

"Yes, we're not exactly strangers anymore. Come closer, I don't want strangers to hear."

Indeed, we'd known each other online for almost two months. Because we'd talked about almost everything,
like long-lost friends, I suggested meeting up. When I first suggested it, she replied online after a long pause with just
two words: "Okay."

I quickly moved to her right, holding my umbrella slightly higher than hers.

She smiled knowingly. Yes, that's the feeling I got when I was with her—a mix of wanting to accept and being
warmed, these two contradictory emotions always lingered in my time with her.

We walked side by side, umbrella by umbrella, toward People's Square. For a moment, I had
the illusion . Yes, just an illusion. If we were really boyfriend and girlfriend, we would be sharing an umbrella, shoulder to shoulder, arms
around each other's waists. Thinking this, we walked in silence for a while. As we approached the intersection, waiting for the light to turn red,
she turned her head again, a smile playing on her lips, and asked, "Can I tell you now?"

I paused, taken aback. "Oh, you said it."

She composed herself and said, "I'm late today because I broke up with my boyfriend." Her words were crisp and
resolute.

I looked away from the green light, met her gaze, and hesitated, wanting to speak but not saying anything… She
continued, "Yes, I thought breaking up would be simple because I had already decided and was very determined. I

thought it would be easy. So I asked him out for dinner, and we broke up peacefully." She paused, then continued hastily, "
I had already told him on the phone that I wanted to break up, and I thought he had accepted it. But today he was
very agitated and refused to break up. I… I… I mean, I didn't know what to do. I tried to persuade him for a long time,
and finally …"

"In the end, you didn't break up, right?" She looked surprised, not expecting this question. Suddenly, she said,
"Hurry up, the light's been green for a while!"

Looking around, sure enough, the pedestrians who had been waiting for the green light were already crossing the street in twos and threes. The two
hurried forward when a strange gust of wind swirled, blowing her umbrella backward. She cried out, "Hey, hey!"
and pulled hard, the umbrella flaring open with a "bang!" He rushed to help her,
giving her his own umbrella first. "You hold this one, use mine!" he said, taking her umbrella, half-swirling it, and with a flick of the wrist against the wind,
"bang!" the flared umbrella opened back up.

They hurried on, arriving just as the light turned red. As they stepped onto the sidewalk,
they both laughed, sharing each other's umbrellas. Some of their rain-soaked hair clung to their faces,
making them look rather disheveled, which only added to their amusement. She looked

beautiful; fine strands of hair clung to her round face, a few raindrops still trickling down her cheeks,
but her eyes, more tender than before, were like water, so captivating under the streetlights. My hand
instinctively reached out to wipe the water droplets from her face, but I quickly withdrew it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, handing it to her.

She accepted it understandingly, took one, and gently wiped away the water droplets, tilting her head slightly from side to side as she did so
, her half-wet ponytail already tied into a swaying knot behind her head. She looked like
the silhouette , making one mesmerized.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Is it still wet?" she asked, holding another tissue in her hand.

"Oh, no," I quickly replied, regaining my composure. "There's still some left, let me wipe it for you."
I naturally took the tissue from her hand and dabbed at her forehead and temples.

"Okay, if you really want to dry it all, this little pack of tissues probably won't be enough." She
giggled gently pushing away my hand that was dabbing at her temples, and said, "Let's go, this little bit doesn't matter. Do you want to hear
more?" As she said this, she tilted her head slightly again. Seeing her looking into my eyes, I
felt me,
a feeling I'd never experienced before. My heart started racing.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Okay. He didn't want to break up with me in the end, how did you guess?" She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked.

"Hmm?... Oh, you're so late, I guessed you probably hadn't broken up with him." Saying
this, I realized I didn't quite believe my own reasoning. "Hehe, if it were me, I wouldn't want to break
up with you so easily either."

"Why?!" she asked seriously, with genuine surprise.

Why? Did I even need to ask? To any guy, no, to any man, she was a beauty—
fit, radiant, with a slender, slightly sexy upper body, her long, shapely legs perfectly encased in tight pants.
The way she walked , the way her waist and hips swayed so gracefully, so captivating. I felt an involuntary urge to touch her.

Who would want to break up with a girl like that? " Then there must be something wrong with that person."

"Uh, I just think you're very pretty... it's normal that I don't want to break up with you, right?" He awkwardly
said all that, feeling utterly ashamed. He'd never praised a girl so directly and positively before.

Not only that, but he'd never been alone with a girl like this before, exchanging more than two sentences.
Was he crazy today? He decided to go for it. He didn't have a girlfriend anyway, so what was he afraid of!

"Oh, you really think I'm pretty?" she continued earnestly.

"Of course."

"You think I'm pretty in such a short time?"

"Yes." He then added, "You're so pretty that it won't be long before everyone can tell
how pretty you are." He paused, looking at her furrowed brows, and continued, "Yes, um... I'm
just telling the truth. I really think so. I can't lie to you, can I?"

She smiled sweetly, "Don't be nervous, I'm sorry, actually I'm just nervous."

She turned and walked towards People's Square, continuing, "My ex-boyfriend." She quickly added,
"I mean the one I want to break up with but haven't yet. I, I've only dated him this once."

"I know, I understand."

"Because he wouldn't leave, I couldn't get away, so I had to stay with him until I called him from his
house , telling him to go back, it seemed like something urgent happened, and he finally left. I rushed over immediately. Actually, I
met him at the Parkson department store on Huaihai Road, took the subway here, and then ran all the way. I'm so sorry, I ate for too long."

She said much more in one breath than before, saying everything she wanted to say, looking at him with her eyes,
seemingly waiting for some result.

I really didn't know what to say. After a short while, I finally said, "It's nothing, I didn't expect you to be like this today...
"

I was about to continue when she interrupted me, saying, "I was indeed a bit rushed with my schedule. I made plans with you
first , and then it was a sudden decision this morning. I was afraid it wouldn't be good to break my promise to you, and I really
underestimated the difficulty of breaking up with him."

I'd never even had a boyfriend; I really didn't know whether breaking up was simple or complicated. I was speechless for a moment.

She continued, "I apologize to you again. Sincerely."

Seeing her so earnest attitude, I was truly at a loss. Until now, let alone a girl,
no man had ever spoken to me so sincerely or apologized to me like this.

I quickly waved my hand, "Don't say that, you had a hard time today too. We, we should..." I wanted to say, "
Should we change the subject?" But before I could finish, I changed it to, "You actually managed to find me. That's impressive."

She chuckled, "Yeah, didn't you text me that your umbrella was a green mobile phone?"
"An advertising umbrella?" she said a little embarrassedly. "Your umbrella is the biggest in the whole area, so I thought,
how possibly mistake it for someone else? Besides, I was already late, so I didn't think too much about it and just went up to ask you. Otherwise, I
would have called first to see if you answered before greeting you. That's what I was thinking before I came.
I didn't expect this."

I suddenly realized what was going on. Why did I ask that question? Of course, I had specifically chosen this unusually large
umbrella, and now it was awkwardly being held in her hands. "I'm sorry, this is your umbrella. Mine is too heavy, isn't
it?" I said, handing her her umbrella back.

"No, it's not too heavy. It's fine. I don't feel wet at all." But even after saying that, she immediately
switched and took back her own. In front of me, everything looked so harmonious again. She was truly a beautiful woman. Everything about her
was so harmonious—her clothes, shoes, bag, even her umbrella. Everything seemed perfectly proportioned, as if a mathematician had precisely calculated
the proportions. The sizes were so harmonious, like the subtle, understated ink of an artist; the colors were
so balanced, without a trace of incongruity.

Only then did the two realize that they had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed how spacious their surroundings were. The rain, blown by the wind,
swept across their lower bodies, soaking their trousers and shoes.

"Let's walk on," she said. "I think I shouldn't have called you to People's Square. Look at you, you're all
soaked."

"It's alright. I'm not a local either. If you really asked me where we were going, I honestly wouldn't know, and that would be even more awkward."

Hearing this, she seemed a little more relaxed. "I'm not a local either, but I've always wanted to come here." She
lowered her head sadly, then looked up at the other person and said, "I was worried about seeing you. I really
did

n't know what to say. I didn't expect to talk so much along the way, mostly me doing all the talking." This was good; if it were up to her, she really wouldn't know what to say. But she forced a response, "Shanghai summers
are so humid and hot, no less so than Wuhan. Even when it's not raining, you feel sticky and sweaty all over; when it rains, you're
soaked inside and out."

"Indeed, I really don't know why I came to Shanghai. I don't feel comfortable here." She echoed, "I
told you before, I mean online, I only came here a year ago." She lowered her head slightly, "Actually, it's
because he works here, and I wanted to be closer to him. Before, I was in Japan, and we were in different places, different countries, so
it wasn't convenient to talk. It was only after much difficulty that I decided to stop working and come back to China to be with him."

Hearing this, I suddenly turned and looked at her. "So…"

She also stopped, turned to look at me, "So what?"

"So, you two...were not together?"

She sensed the question was about to be asked, hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "I thought about
living with him after I came back, but in the end, I didn't. We didn't live together."

She turned and slowly walked forward, glancing to the other side, then half-turned again. "It's a good thing we didn't live together,
otherwise , I really don't know how I would have broken up."

"You must be wondering why I came back for him, but we chatted online?" she followed up.
"

I," she said awkwardly again, "I was indeed curious." Yes, she had been
very curious why some woman was willing to talk to her, even online. She wasn't good with words, so
how could they have chatted so many times?

She thought about it briefly. Online, they talked about Japanese anime, Sino-Japanese relations, anti-Japanese sentiment, and other ordinary topics.
She wouldn't say she had developed her own opinions after hearing so much. She had no reservations online, and initially, she hadn't intended to find a girlfriend,
so she relaxed and chatted with her during her free time at work.

As for how we ended up meeting, it was probably recently, when the conversation drifted to relationships, that I noticed she was a
woman. I figured I had nothing better to do, just bored, so I casually asked, "Can I ask you out for dinner?"

To my surprise, she said, "Sure!

" She made me pause for a moment, then continued, "Actually, my feelings for him had already faded before I returned to China.
That's why I wanted to come back to maintain the relationship, but it's not like that at all. Relationships
aren't that simple."

Listening to her so candidly explain, I didn't know how to respond. I felt incredibly awkward.

"I just felt that since we were complete strangers, I had no reservations, and I don't know many people in Shanghai. When you asked me out for dinner,
I wanted a change of pace, so I agreed. The final decision to break up with him was made the day before yesterday. I felt
we couldn't be together anymore; it was too exhausting. In the past, the distance felt vast, but my heart wasn't weary. Now, the distance is close, but my heart is weary."

She spoke eloquently, her voice tinged with pain. "Did I talk too much? Sorry, I might
not be in ."

"I understand, we just broke up, it's my fault... How about I take you home? Maybe I can formally ask you out again later?

Okay?" I realized I didn't know what to say next.

She thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, maybe that's how it is today." She then perked up and continued,
"Okay, I'll wait for your next formal date."

Hearing her mention a date, I felt a surge of excitement. "Great! I'll call a taxi to take you home."

She quickly said, "No need, I'll call a taxi myself. You go home by yourself, don't bother taking me, it's so late."

I knew I couldn't insist, so I said, "Okay, I'll flag down a taxi."

Turning around, we were both looking in the direction a taxi was coming from. Luckily, a taxi stopped, and the passenger opened the door to get off.
I quickly ran forward, afraid someone would snatch the taxi in the rainy night. No, actually, I hoped
someone would snatch it, so I could spend more time with her, but for some reason, I was afraid of staying too long. I really blame myself for being
so pathetic!

Luckily, no one stepped forward; everyone nearby was probably rushing to catch the last subway. A woman,
not very old, around thirty, wearing a dress and high heels, stepped out of the car first, her wavy hair flowing freely. I
quickly went to close the door, intending to speak to the driver, but then turned back to ask Xu Shengfan. Just then, a strong yet
sophisticated fragrance wafted over. The woman stepped out of the car. "Please let me off first," she said, her voice slightly reproachful
yet still elegant, a voice as beautiful as a heavenly melody. I was momentarily stunned.

"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry. You go first," I said, stepping aside to let her pass.
Before glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes, hidden beneath her heavy makeup, seemed to be inviting me to go with her
.

Why am I being so absent-minded again? She's still waiting, perhaps seeing me staring at another woman! I quickly continued...
He asked her, "Where do you live?"

She had already lightly jumped over a small puddle and walked to his side. "I'm going to Changning District, Tianshan Road."

"She's going to Tianshan Road," he relayed to the taxi driver. "You live on Tianshan Road! I live there too."

"Really?" she replied, surprised.

Indeed, they had chatted for so long without ever asking where the other lived; there was no need. There hadn't been any conversation
starters to get this far. Neither of them had noticed.

"Let's go together then, or I'll take you home first," he insisted again. This time, he felt he had exceeded his usual
standard ; overall, he had performed exceptionally well today, otherwise, he wouldn't have had such courage.

"Okay, thank you then," she said, feeling that insisting on not going together would be too
cold and rigid . As she tried to move to the front, he stopped her. "Sit in the back, it's safer! Don't you know,"
he continued softly, "it's safer to sit in the back of a taxi. You should sit in the back."

She didn't say anything, just stopped. I immediately moved aside and let her into the car.

After she got in, I was about to close the door when I suddenly heard someone inside say, "You should sit in the back too, it's definitely
safer ."

I felt a surge of excitement and joy, and after hesitating for a few seconds, I got in as well. I sat down,
smiled , and then said to the driver, "Let's go, to Tianshan Road."

She immediately said to the driver, "Sir, Tianshan Road, Furongjiang Road. Thank you!"

(2) [Tongcheng]

When the car approached Tianshan Road and Furongjiang Road, the taxi driver asked, "Hey, miss, where do we go next?"

This question woke her up, as she had been sleeping with her head resting on his body.

When she first got in the car, she kept a certain distance from me. After all, we were still strangers. Although
she had been talking non-stop from the moment we met until she got in the car, she suddenly stopped talking in the new environment. She
racked her brains, trying to find a topic to break the awkward silence, but couldn't think of anything
that might interest her without being inappropriate for the occasion.

After a while, she looked up, smiled, and said, "I didn't expect you to live in Changning District too.
I might have even seen you on the street."

"Yes, I didn't expect it either. What a coincidence!" She had originally wanted to say "what a coincidence," but thought that sounded
too cliché , so she changed it to "what a coincidence." As for having seen her before, that was absolutely impossible. Even if she dressed differently
, with her "eagle eye" for beautiful women, she wouldn't forget someone like her. She would definitely remember someone
she'd seen once.

"Where do you usually go? I mean, shopping," she asked again.

"I don't usually go shopping. You know I work at a software company, so I'm pretty busy." That was a good show of bravado
! She couldn't help but applaud herself. "But when I do go shopping, I go to places like Parkson." She applauded again.
Actually, besides supermarkets and computer malls, she hadn't shopped anywhere else. Even going to the supermarket was only once a week. We basically
didn't cook at home; we didn't even have rice, just one pot. We'd go to the supermarket mainly to buy daily necessities and
energy . "But I'm not exactly a girl, I just don't really enjoy shopping..." I immediately stopped myself. Pride breeds
complacency; how would I continue the conversation if I said that? Just as I was fretting, she said, "I was just browsing
clothes. I rushed back to China and threw away a bunch of clothes. When I first came back, I had a lot of free time, but I hadn't found a job, so I just
shopped and surfed the internet. WeChat was popular then, so I used it. That's how
I found yours when I was collecting messages in bottles."

Yes, I didn't even remember what I wrote in my bottle, and I was too embarrassed to ask. I never
did.

"Do you remember what you wrote in your bottle?" she finally asked.

I really couldn't remember. Back then, I'd come home to that cramped little space in our shared apartment, and
every day I'd lie in bed and surf the internet on my phone. I don't know how many WeChat bottles I'd thrown away. I don't even know
what I wrote . He was surprised to receive a response! At first, he thought it was just another loser like himself—birds of a feather
flock together , right? It felt natural. He never expected it to be a woman, much less someone so stunningly beautiful.

As he was trying to remember, she continued, "I guess you can't remember, can you?" She squinted and
glanced at him sideways. A strand of her long hair fell over one shoulder, her temples now slightly dry, no longer
clinging to her face, but fluttering in the breeze. Her hands were neatly clenched into fists on her thighs, the umbrella folded
and placed to her left.

How to describe the scene? A beautiful one? He couldn't recall. His mind was blank.

He casually moved the large umbrella that had been between them to his right, leaning against the door. "Excuse me, this
big umbrella,"

she said softly, "It's alright, it's already soaked through, so what does it matter?" She leaned back against the seat
, clearly tired, not sitting as comfortably as when she first got in the car.

"You wrote a sentence back then that I still can't forget. You might not remember it, but for
me at that time, it felt like it spoke to my heart, opening a knot in my heart." She lowered her voice as she
continued, "You said: 'Loneliness is a hallucinogenic drug for some, making them lose their way; for others
, it's a bitter medicine, making them reflect.' It was a bit difficult for me to continue with him then. Looking back, I think I got together with him
because of loneliness. You know, being alone abroad can be so lonely, so incredibly lonely."

Of course, she knew. She'd been alone in Shanghai for almost eight years, from university until now. At first, she was like
a kid , nothing special, just everything new. Especially compared to her hometown, which wasn't actually
in Luoyang, but a town under a county. Her family wasn't entirely agricultural, but the surrounding area was just farmland
, nothing special. Shanghai was completely different. But as the novelty wore off, the academic workload increased,
the pressure of finding a job mounted, and she wasn't good at making friends, the loneliness grew stronger with time. As for what he wrote, some of it was copied
; very little of it came from his own imagination. Her reminder made him realize that only this sentence was his own. He'd
probably been driven almost mad by loneliness that day. After going for a run, taking a shower, he picked up his phone, typed it, and sent it,
as if to vent.

"Now that you mention it, I remember, it was me. I didn't expect you to reply."

Hearing this, she pursed her lips, smiled, and slightly raised her chin, saying, "At first, things were like that with him,
but later, after I came to Shanghai, we didn't see each other every day. Being in a completely unfamiliar place, suddenly being in a different environment..."
I felt even lonelier than in Japan, but then, the feeling suddenly changed. I realized I could be alone; I didn't actually need anyone
. Being alone was enough.

She turned her face away from the window, back to herself. "What do you think? Am I mature now?"

I wanted to tell her, you are mature, beautiful to the point of perfection. In the short time we've spent together, I've increasingly felt that your physique
is at least a mature beauty. Slightly wider hips, slightly fuller breasts, a rounded chin—all exuding
just the right amount of mature beauty.

He smiled back at her. "Well, you're very young, not mature, but youthful."

She looked at him with a slightly annoyed expression and said, "I meant mentally, what are you thinking?"

He paused, then said, "Oh, I mean mature sounds a bit old-fashioned. You, I mean, yes,
you are mature in that sense. But I was talking about mentally."

She laughed crisply. "I'm sorry, I can be a bit pushy sometimes. It was my fault
for asking such a strange question. You see, asking this question shows I'm not mature enough, don't you think?"
She continued laughing.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected her to back down. Being with her felt so effortless.
He felt a little more relaxed.

"You seem a bit tired. I can barely keep your eyes open," he said abruptly,
wanting to slap himself.

"Yes, mental exhaustion is more tiring than anything else," she sighed, looking down. "I haven't slept well for several days." She even yawned slightly
as she spoke , then shyly covered her mouth with her hand, saying, "Excuse me,
sitting down makes me feel even more tired. Can I take a nap? We're almost there, wake me up, okay?" "

Okay, go ahead and sleep. We still have a while to go. It's raining tonight, and it's the weekend. Look,
there's a traffic jam right now."

Indeed, we were driving under the elevated highway, the driver trying to get onto it, stuck in traffic before the approach ramp. I glanced out the window;
rainwater streamed down the glass, its reflection shimmering in the bright red neon lights.

I wished we could sit together like this forever, I really hoped the traffic jam would last forever.

Turning back to say something, I saw she was already fast asleep. Her head was resting against the corner of the seat cushion,
her mouth and eyes closed. With the outside light, I could finally observe her features more closely.

She was perfectly proportioned, beautiful, and delicate; the distance between her features and her face was almost uniform.
I always thought that kind of face was the standard of beauty—anyone with that face would be beautiful. But she was
even more perfect than my own definition.

Her closed eyes seemed long and slender, with long, slightly curved eyelashes like a doll's.
Her nose looked like it had been carved from white jade and carefully polished; her slightly open nostrils and upturned tip were lines
that would make any East Asian envious. I moved my head down slightly, leaning back in my chair, wanting to reach out and support her, but then
pulled back. But my body involuntarily moved closer, and I saw her chin clearly. Although it wasn't a classic oval face,
the straight lines sloping down from her ears converged here, forming a full chin. It made her look like a
work of art, making one want to trace those lines and touch it. Her lips were neither too thick nor too thin; whether it was a light application
of lipstick or the reflection of the outside light, the color on her fair face wasn't exaggerated, but just the right amount of alluring, making one
want to kiss them.

"Restrain yourself," I told myself. I sat back a little straighter. She was so cute, so innocent; I couldn't let
my mind wander . My eyes swept over her neckline; the two straight collars were open, the top button high,
so it was undone, vaguely revealing her slightly protruding breasts peeking out a little space. I couldn't see anything, but that only added to the mystery.

Then, her right hand, which had been clasped together, fell from her knee, her little finger touching my
hand that was supporting me on the chair.

Her fingers were long and slender, not thin, and her unpainted nails gleamed, reflecting the outside light.
I felt like holding those hands, like kissing those hands, like using those hands to cup my face, to hold…
…

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly, my left shoulder jolted, and her head leaned against me. She wasn't awake, but I could hear her
soft snoring. For a moment, I was at a loss, unsure whether to straighten her out. "Never mind," I thought. We were already
on the Yan'an Road elevated highway; we'd be there soon. There was no traffic on the elevated highway, and the taxi driver floored the accelerator,
the car speeding along, weaving left and right through the traffic.

Although Shanghai taxis were much better than those back home, I still wasn't used to this driving style—constantly changing
lanes, always trying to get ahead of everyone else, like a race car trying to be number one.

"Hey, miss, where are we going next?" the driver asked, pulling me out of my reverie and
waking her up as well. She groggily looked up, and there she was, her right arm linked with mine.
It seemed natural to her, but even now, she was still half-asleep and suddenly realized that not only was her head
against mine , but her arm was also linked with that of a stranger she'd only just met.

She quickly released her right arm, lowered her hand, rubbed her eyes with her left, and hurriedly said, "Excuse me,"
glancing out the window to see where we were.

The rain had stopped outside, and the view was clear through the window.

"Drive a little further, driver. Stop at the entrance of Xintiandi Riverside Garden," she instructed the driver.

Xintiandi Riverside Garden? Hearing this, she was taken aback. Quite wealthy, that was her first thought. She remembered
knowing about this complex when she was looking for an apartment after graduating from university; it seemed quite upscale, and the rent was very expensive. They even
managed shared apartments; she really couldn't live in such a complex.

"Drive in," she said. "It just rained; the ground is all wet."

Seeing her hesitation, she added, "Don't worry, it's all high-rise buildings. I'll drop you off at the building
and then leave."

She paused, then quickly said, "No, that's not what I meant. I just didn't want to keep you from getting home."

"Okay, since you're so kind," she said, turning to the driver in front, "Driver, once you're in the complex, drive to
number 16, thank you."

"Okay," the driver replied. Shanghai drivers often speak Mandarin with a Shanghai accent. She hadn't
gotten used to it yet. This thought flashed through her mind. The car was approaching Tianshan Branch Road without them realizing it.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm really sorry about earlier, I didn't expect to fall asleep. You must be really
tired ."

"It's alright, it'll only be a little while. There's no traffic, we'll be here soon." She paused, then continued, "Very..."
"It was nice meeting you. Don't overthink it after you go back. Breaking up might not be easy, but putting too much pressure on yourself
isn't good either. Life goes on, relax." I was surprised to say these words.

She was clearly surprised too. But she politely said, "Thank you. It was our first time
meeting, and I was late again, and again, I caused you trouble."

She said "caused trouble" many times. I was puzzled why she kept saying that. I'd never heard anyone,
whether from Shanghai or from out of town, say that before.

"I hope we can meet again." Seeing that we were entering the residential area, I knew I might miss my chance if I didn't say it now.

"Sure, I'll treat you to dinner whenever I'm free," she said generously, making it hard to believe
she meant it.

"Stop the car, turn around and drive out of the residential area, quick, driver!" she suddenly instructed the taxi driver in a much louder tone
.

"Why, what's wrong...? No," she was about to ask when she saw her lower her head. "He,
he's waiting at the door."

"Him?" She quickly recovered from her confusion. It was her boyfriend, of course. Who else could it be? His tall figure
made him out in the ground-floor entrance. There were one or two other people around, and two cars parked there with their headlights on.

Surely not! Seriously, for a girl like her, was it really necessary to bring so many people along?
That's ridiculous . Thinking this, she straightened up in the car and, as she passed them from a distance, saw several people
scanning the taxi with suspicious and fierce expressions. She huddled under the door, head tilted to the side, too afraid to move.

She deliberately glanced at them casually, pointing ahead as if instructing the driver.

The taxi took much longer to leave the residential area than to enter. Finally, once it was out, she immediately
stood up and asked, "Didn't you notice me? Didn't you follow me out?"

She glanced back. "No, don't worry, they didn't notice this car."

"Oh, okay." She hesitated for a moment, then immediately said, "Can I stay at your place for the night?"

"Ah!" Good heavens, she never expected her to ask that. Really? But then again, if she couldn't
go home , she needed somewhere to stay. However, her own place was a shared apartment, barely enough for herself,
let alone a place for her. But she couldn't very well stay in a hotel, could she? She had no money, and she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Just as she awkwardly watched her expectant yet nervous expression, and was about to speak, she blurted out,
"Okay."

Seeing her firm answer, she relaxed slightly.

"Miss, where do you want to go?" the taxi driver asked impatiently.

Shanghainese people like to address women as "Miss," unlike back home where they usually call them "beautiful lady." But, to her, "Miss"
sounded like that kind of "Miss." Especially at this moment, it seemed the driver thought so too.

"To Maotai Road, Anlong Road." He looked at her, trying to comfort her, "Don't be too nervous, calm down and think about
how to solve it."

"Solve what?" she suddenly asked, looking at him with alarm.

"Ah, about your boyfriend.

" "Oh, it's okay, he won't stay there forever. I'll go back tomorrow." She then
leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Don't talk, just let me lean on you for a while."

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