Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 37 - 36 Accessories with Official Seal

"Alright then, as you wish, you know you’ll have to bear the consequences," Yan Yan sighed deeply, her expression resolutely fixed on Qi Yi.

"Yes, I’ll bear the consequences," Qi Yi accepted with relish.

Yan Yan stood on tiptoe and kissed Qi Yi’s right cheek.

"I’ll stamp you first. From now on, Qi Yi will become Yan Yan’s accessory, to follow Yan Yan’s orders and lead by her wishes, Xiao Qizi, can you do that?" Yan Yan blushed in an instant, a warm and radiant smile blooming on her face like the winter sun.

"Mhm, I’ll follow orders and lead by your wishes," Qi Yi felt a bit surprised but very much enjoyed this feeling.

Qi Yi, this "grass" that had stood alone for many years, finally had an owner again today.

Even if that meant going from "grandpa" to "Xiao Qizi," why not?

Qi Yi couldn’t forget Yan Yan, nor could he forget the feeling of talking to her.

Although Qi Yi was always popular, no one could truly enter his heart.

Qi Yi was very clear about what way of speaking would be accepted by everyone.

But Qi Yi didn’t particularly like speaking; what he really liked was just now that feeling where with just a few words, they could understand each other’s thoughts.

All he had to do was say he wanted to hear "sorry," and Yan Yan could understand all his "implicit meanings."

The mutual understanding between people actually also requires fate.

Some people, with just a glance, seem to be able to see through all appearances, directly into the other’s soul. Just like Qi Yi and Yan Yan.

Some people live a lifetime together and still have no idea what the other is thinking, like Qi Yi’s father and mother.

In one’s life, meeting someone who understands oneself even more than oneself is the greatest fortune.

I’m sorry = I shouldn’t have decided to break up with you without discussing it with you; let’s start over. freёnovelkiss.com

Thank you = I’m glad you could come to Melbourne, but we are not suitable to be together right now.

In the four years after entering university, the most masterful skill Yan Yan perfected was "thank you, but I can’t be with you."

Yan Yan had at least a thousand reasons for rejecting others, normal and not normal, encouraging and discouraging.

However, facing Qi Yi, who, because of an article written years ago, had come all the way to Melbourne without hesitation to find her, Yan Yan could not find a reason or an excuse.

If Qi Yi had already made up his mind to accept her apology without considering the consequences, then what reason did she have to not let him hear it?

Yan Yan calmed her emotions, waiting for the blush on her face to fade.

"Qi Yi, I’m sorry," Yan Yan said, looking sincerely and calmly at Qi Yi, uttering just those simple five words.

Hearing Yan Yan seriously say "I’m sorry" to him, the surprised and thrilled Qi Yi suddenly felt as though something was blurring his vision.

An apology offered to the past where they loved knowing each other, and to the past where they resented each other due to misunderstandings.

All the past gloom vanished, and the turbulent emotions of the past were left with only beauty.

How moved Qi Yi was now showed how deep the wounds he’d suffered then.

Yan Yan knew the truth and chose to separate, while Qi Yi was kept in the dark, forced to accept.

The wounds Qi Yi suffered, compared to Yan Yan, were only more, not less.

Seeing Qi Yi with tears wetting his eyes, Yan Yan finally understood how irresponsible the idea of "I made the best choice for you" was.

Yan Yan reached out both hands and gave Qi Yi a hug.

Yan Yan suddenly understood how unreasonable she had been during high school, unwilling even to let Qi Yi hold her hand for a moment.

"Thank you, Yan Yan," Qi Yi responded, embracing Yan Yan and wiping away a trace that had suddenly slipped down his own face.

Qi Yi wanted to say something more, but Yan Yan spoke first:

"Hey — hey — hey hey hey — can you mind your behavior, please? Do you not know this is a public place? Is it appropriate to be hugging and embracing like this? It affects the appearance of the city and the public view, you know?"

On Yan Yan’s side, the tone suddenly shifted.

Qi Yi quickly let go of his hands as if he had really done something wrong, but just a second later, he realized.

The one who had been hugging and embracing just now was right in front of him, the "culprit" playing the victim.

He, at best, was just an "accomplice" who had been hugged and embraced.

"Yi student, you’re bullying me, you’ve never bullied me before," Qi Yi said in a little wife’s demeanor.

"Isn’t it because I used to only "adore" you? What, do you want to go back to the past?" Yan Yan didn’t care whether Qi Yi was acting like a "little wife" or not.

The person who’s about to return home will "bully" one less time for every time they do.

"Let’s take the City Circle Tram," Qi Yi suggested, taking Yan Yan’s hand and heading towards the entrance of the State Library.

"Huh? Weren’t you looking for the newspaper from July 20, 2008? You’re leaving already?" Yan Yan was curious but didn’t pull her hand back from Qi Yi’s grasp.

"The weather on July 20, 2008 is insignificant compared to today’s weather. I want to be a tourist, holding my girlfriend’s hand and taking in the sights of Melbourne."

"Ah? My grandpa has a girlfriend now? Is this a late-life romance? Where’s your girlfriend? When will you introduce her to me?" Yan Yan said, feigning surprise.

"Yes, indeed, I’m an old bull eating tender grass. My girlfriend is not only as young as my granddaughter, you, but she even looks as if she was carved out of the same mold as you," Qi Yi replied seriously.

"Ah? How can that be allowed? Grandpa, you can’t treat the country’s budding flowers like this!" Yan Yan protested indignantly.

"Indeed, it’s not good. How can one lay a hand on the country’s budding "flowers"?

But what can I do?

My country lies across eight thousand kilometers.

I can’t take this budding flower home without causing it harm.

If not now, then when?

When it’s time to act, one must not be soft-hearted."

As Qi Yi spoke, he proudly lifted the hand joined with Yan Yan’s, shaking it in front of her as if declaring victory.

"You’re terrible, give you a bit of sunshine and you dazzle, a bit of rain and you’re overflowing. I simply stamped you with my seal, making you my accessory. If you want to be my boyfriend, I have a phrase for you," Yan Yan found Qi Yi’s triumphant expression particularly adorable.

"What phrase?" Qi Yi changed the way he was holding Yan Yan’s hand, very satisfied with the current interlinked fingers.

"The revolution is not yet victorious, comrades still need to strive," Yan Yan said earnestly to Qi Yi.

"Just tell me to strive, what do you mean by ’comrades’? Are there a lot of people striving?" Qi Yi wasn’t pleased with Yan Yan’s choice of words.

"’Comrades’ means one person, one gate. You’re the person, and you’ve seen the gate, but I hold the key," Yan Yan found the wordplay with Qi Yi occasionally amusing.

"That’s great, then you’re my girlfriend," Qi Yi announced joyfully after hearing Yan Yan’s explanation.

"May I ask what kind of logic is that?" Yan Yan glared at Qi Yi.

"The key is in your hand, and your hand is in mine," Qi Yi concluded succinctly, straight to the point.