Ye Qingwan watched Zhu Qiu accompanying Gou Yu as they walked past, and there was an indescribable feeling in watching them.
But it seemed that apart from the hurried expression and the occasional embarrassment when teased, there was clearly more joy on Zhu Qiu’s face.
Why was she joyful?
Because just now, she had gotten engaged to Gou Yu, and they had exchanged engagement rings.
They had completed these two actions in front of almost everyone who had a close relationship with them.
In other words, their companionship and their future walk down the aisle were almost a done deal.
Could she interpret the smile on Zhu Qiu’s face right now as being brought about by the love between her and Gou Yu?
That should be acceptable.
Was love such a terrifying thing?
Ye Qingwan didn’t know. She only knew that among the entire dormitory, it seemed only Zhu Qiu had this thing.
At least, that was the case now.
Even for a very long time, it had been like this. First, there was Yang Shuli.
Just a moment ago, the two people beside her were talking about engagements, traveling, eating, and she even seemed to hear something about “foot foot rice.”
Then they started talking about how their relationship was now one of pursuit and a secret crush.
As soon as she heard this, Ye Qingwan knew they were talking about something nonsensical again.
The Dorm Leader and the Dorm Leader’s guardian, Xu Nian, were huddled together—it was certain that they could order a KFC family meal without the KFC staff suspecting a thing.
Yang Shuli could never fall in love. This girl’s brain had no room for romantic feelings; almost all of her memory was packed with all sorts of delicious food.
And this girl would never think about dating. The only way to get Yang Shuli to fall in love would be to coax her with lollipops.
But that position as the only one who could coax her had already been taken by Xu Nian.
Unfortunately, Xu Nian had no such intentions at all. Otherwise, he would have already lured Yang Shuli away.
The fact that their relationship was still purely that of two foodies was proof enough.
Then there was Second Boss of the dormitory, Liu Liu, and Liu Anran.
Their relationship seemed to have been quite twisty, but now it had returned to the same ordinary state as at the beginning.
Ye Qingwan had also wondered about the reason behind it, and she finally concluded that Liu Anran had those kinds of feelings, but Liu Liu didn’t.
Exactly because Liu Liu didn’t have those feelings, their interactions showed no signs of impropriety or ambiguity—just the normal way siblings got along.
It was just pitiful for Liu Anran, having chosen a love that society didn’t recognize.
Even the intimacy he shared with Liu Liu had to be cloaked in the guise of a sibling relationship, and he couldn’t cross any boundaries.
Actually, she had initially scoffed at Liu Liu’s so-called “authority of an older brother.”
But looking at it now, this brotherly authority might be real.
Otherwise, Liu Liu, who was a blank slate when it came to romance, should have long been dyed all sorts of colors by Liu Anran.
The fact that they still acted like sibling in front of her was the best proof.
Actually, when she first saw the proposal scene on stage, she was a little moved.
In that instant, she did think about where her own feelings lay.
She suddenly thought of that certain guy who had once changed his ways and was determined to pursue her, tirelessly working toward the ultimate goal of making her fall for him.
And then she sent him a Pinxixi link and asked him to help her cut the price.
That pissed her off and made her laugh at the same time.
Then she saw Yang Shuli sitting on Xu Nian’s lap, and Liu Liu, who seemed to be play-fighting with Liu Anran while he was forcing her to drink some beverage.
She suddenly felt that this kind of thing was completely unnecessary to worry about, and there was no need to be anxious at all.
Because no matter how lousy she was at it, she was still a love expert.
But her other two roommates were still propping her up from below, so there was no need to worry.
“Ah, damn, I’m exhausted.” Zhu Qiu suddenly let go of an unknown number of burdens.
She sat down in her empty seat, and Gou Yu sat down beside her.
Their hands hadn’t separated until now, still tightly clasped together, as if they were glued.
“Is the toasting done?”
Ye Qingwan didn’t rush to pick up her chopsticks and asked Zhu Qiu instead.
Yang Shuli beside her seemed to have learned something too, she didn’t rush to grab her chopsticks after Zhu Qiu either.
“Nope.”
She pursed her lips. “If we really had to toast each table one by one, we’d be dead slow by the middle. We just had to show some token gesture at each table. Someone else will take care of the rest for us, toasting and greeting.”
The Store Manager Lady and the Car Boy were in charge of the rest of the reception, as if it were their engagement party or something.
Zhu Qiu complained while reaching for her chopsticks, finally separating her hand from Gou Yu’s.
After Zhu Qiu started eating, everyone else began their meal.
“You guys didn’t have to wait for me, you know.” Seeing everyone’s actions, Zhu Qiu realized what her good friends had been doing just now.
She was stunned.
It was like always feeling the cold in an impenetrable darkness.
After the chill, she could finally move her feet and see the light, and realized that the so-called darkness was nothing more than warmth that had been shrouded.
The spikes she had raised herself not only made it difficult for her to move forward but also prevented her from feeling the warmth that was right within arm’s reach. Now, she felt it.
Gou Yu loved her, but it wasn’t just Gou Yu who loved her.
Her good roommates also cared about her feelings and cherished her.
Suddenly, it connected back to the moment on stage when she saw Gou Yu, using all his savings to buy that shabby gold-wrapped silver ring, kneeling on one knee before her.
It seemed she had never noticed before that she was wrapped in such a wonderful feeling.
In that moment, she realized she was happy.
She was so filled with happiness she could barely breathe.
“You guys…”
Just as she was about to speak, Zhu Qiu found her voice seemingly failing her.
Her eyes were a little blurry, as if covered by a layer of mist, and her nose was uncontrollably sour.
So she turned her head and looked at Gou Yu.
“What’s wrong? Did you drink too much milk just now, and now you want to cry?” Gou Yu’s body still carried the faint smell of alcohol.
“I’m not crying.” Zhu Qiu defended herself, but her words were even a little slurred.
“Was there wasabi in that milk?” Gou Yu said softly.
“I hate you!” Zhu Qiu threw herself into Gou Yu’s arms with a muffled murmur.
“But I still like you.” Gou Yu’s voice was filled with reluctant tenderness. “My little pain in the neck.”