usatvline Chapter 357 Unfinished Love
Chapter 357 Unfinished Love
Chapter 357 Unfinished Love
The three of them clinked their glasses, the clinking sound crisp and loud, as if toasting this precious friendship. After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually became lively. Zhang Wanqing leaned back in her chair, looking at Fu Siyuan and Li Wei with a dazed look, recalling the days they had spent together over the years.
"Do you remember the first case we worked on together?" Zhang Wanqing said softly. "It was a complicated fraud case with a very cunning suspect. We almost gave up. Then, Siyuan, you suddenly discovered a key clue that helped us solve the case in one fell swoop."
Fu Siyuan smiled and said, "That's because you've been encouraging me. If you hadn't insisted, I might have really given up."
Li Wei interrupted and said, "Don't forget me, I am the hero who caught the suspect at the last moment!" The three of them laughed, and those memories seemed to be right in front of them, full of laughter.
"And that time, we went to investigate an environmental pollution case," Zhang Wanqing continued. "We were almost surrounded by people from the factory. If you, Li Wei, hadn't cleverly led us out, we might not have been able to get out."
Li Wei laughed heartily: "That's because you two are holding us back! Next time you're in danger, I won't save you!"
Fu Siyuan also teased: "Yes, next time we encounter danger, we will run first and let you cover the rear!"
The three of them laughed so hard that they fell backwards, and their laughter echoed in the tavern. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the troubles and reluctance were left behind.
As the night progressed, the tavern gradually dwindled, leaving only the three of them. The alcohol had slightly flushed Zhang Wanqing's face, and her eyes had softened. She put down her glass and whispered, "Siyuan, Li Wei, over the years, you've been my best friends and my most trusted partners. I cherish every moment with you."
Fu Siyuan and Li Wei also fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn. Fu Siyuan said softly, "Wanqing, we all know you are leaving, but we hope you remember that no matter where you are, we will always be your best friends."
Li Wei also nodded: "Yes, our 'Iron Triangle' will never break up."
As the night deepened, the lights in the tavern dimmed. Zhang Wanqing stood up and said softly, "It's getting late. I should go back. I still have a lot of things to prepare."
Fu Siyuan and Li Wei also stood up and held her hands tightly: "Wanqing, take care on your journey."
Zhang Wanqing nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. The three of them hugged each other tightly, their hearts connected at that moment. As Zhang Wanqing left the tavern, the night breeze brought a hint of chill, but her heart was filled with warmth. She knew that no matter where she went, this friendship and memories would always be with her. That night, Zhang Wanqing fell asleep with a feeling of deep emotion and reluctance to leave.
The next day, Zhang Wanqing returned to the newspaper office and asked for leave, saying that she had important family matters. The boss didn't ask much, because Zhang Wanqing had rarely taken a vacation in the years she had been working, and she was always busy with work, so she should have a good rest now.
As the night deepened, the city lights twinkled outside the window, as if countless stars had fallen into the mortal world. Zhang Wanqing sat by the window, her heart surging.
She liked Fu Siyuan, a feeling that had been buried in her heart for so long, so long that she had almost forgotten the initial flutter of affection. However, Fu Siyuan had never taken that step. He said he was waiting, waiting for the right moment, waiting for himself to be mentally prepared. But fate played such a trick on her: she was about to leave, and their relationship hadn't even officially begun.
Fu Siyuan stood downstairs from Zhang Wanqing's apartment, gazing up at her windowsill. The night breeze brushed his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness and disrupting his thoughts. He clutched a piece of paper tightly in his hand. It was a letter he had written to Zhang Wanqing, filled with words he had never spoken. He knew he had been running away, running away from this relationship, running away from the changes it might bring. But now, facing the possibility of losing her, his heart was filled with regret and reluctance.
He took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, and rang the doorbell. Not long after, the door slowly opened, and Zhang Wanqing stood at the door, her eyes a little tired and a little expectant. Fu Siyuan looked at her, as if a string had been plucked fiercely.
"Siyuan, why are you here?" Zhang Wanqing asked softly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.
Fu Siyuan didn't answer, but silently handed over the letter in his hand: "Wanqing, this is the letter I wrote to you, please take a look."
Zhang Wanqing took the letter, her fingers trembling slightly. She looked at Fu Siyuan, his eyes filled with complex emotions: guilt, reluctance, and deep attachment. Zhang Wanqing's heart sank, she knew this might be their last conversation.
Zhang Wanqing returned to the house, sat on the sofa, and slowly unfolded the letter. Her fingers gently slid across the familiar handwriting, and each word was like Fu Siyuan's heartbeat, beating against her heart.
"Wanqing, I don't know how to tell you. Over the years, I've been running away, running away from my own feelings, and also running away from responding to you. I know you like me, and I like you too, but I'm just afraid. Afraid that this relationship will change our lives, afraid of losing you. I've been waiting, waiting for the right time, waiting to be mentally prepared. But now, you're about to leave, and I haven't even given you a start..."
Tears blurred Zhang Wanqing's eyes, and her heart was filled with bitterness. She had long known Fu Siyuan's hesitation, but she had never imagined that this hesitation would become an eternal regret between them. She raised her head and looked at Fu Siyuan standing at the door. His eyes were full of guilt and pain.
"Siyuan, why are you waiting?" Zhang Wanqing's voice was a little choked. "You know I've liked you for so many years, but you've never dared to take that step. Now, I'm about to leave, and you tell me this..."
Fu Siyuan lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "Wanqing, I didn't mean it. I'm just afraid, afraid that I'm not good enough and unworthy of your love for me. I've been working hard to make myself better, but time is running out..."
Zhang Wanqing felt powerless. She knew Fu Siyuan's concerns and understood his hesitation. But fate was so cruel that it didn't even give them a chance.
After Fu Siyuan left, Zhang Wanqing sat alone on the sofa, clutching the letter tightly in her hands. The paper was soaked with tears, and the handwriting was a little blurry, but she could still clearly sense the guilt, reluctance, and love Fu Siyuan expressed between the lines. She felt a mixture of emotions: the touch of being loved and the pain of impending departure.
Fu Siyuan's letter made her realize that he had always loved her, but his hesitation and fear had caused him to miss so much. And now, as she was about to return to the Tang Dynasty, their relationship hadn't even had a complete beginning. Zhang Wanqing's tears silently slid down, dripping onto the letter, as if to put a regretful end to this unfinished relationship.