451 The note
What Zixin read was the last line of the note. There was much more written above it, but that part of the paper was torn.
He stared at the note which not only mentioned something about this strange man ‘MrPerfect’ but also noticed that the note was in pink. Exactly like the color of the cherry blossoms. Which made him feel that whoever MrPerfect was knew Guiying’s favorite color and flower.
Which wasn’t really surprising with her pen name being CherryBlossom itself. But his brows knitted feeling a strange sense of intimacy with this letter.
‘I shall forever be your loyal fan.’
Zixin read that sentence over and over again. He suddenly felt as if something was bothering him. Something felt odd, but he didn’t know what.
Who is MrPerfect?
At this point, Zixin wasn’t aware of the Reading Point forum and Jun being a part of it. Thus, he didn’t know anything about MrPerfect either.
The note was suddenly snatched from his hand, and he widened his eyes in surprise. He looked beside him to see a nervous and jittery Guiying, smiling awkwardly and crumpling the note in her hand.
“S-sorry. It’s just some…trash. You didn’t have to bother picking it up,” she looked away.
Zixin quickly said, “Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have touched your stuff without permission. I just thought I could help with cleaning a bit since you treated me with dinner. I am sorry,” his black irises shone with guilt.
Guiying froze. She then took a glance around her own room and felt extremely embarrassed at its state.
Shit! He saw my room in such a condition…
She shook her head. “No, please don’t apologize. I appreciate your concern. I-I am sorry you had to see this…” she bit her tongue inwardly, “Trust me. I don’t keep my room messy like this. It’s just today that it…”
He smiled with reassurance. “It’s fine.”
She sighed in relief.
“My younger brother makes a mess at times too. Though there are maids at home, I usually do the cleaning up of his room. I am used to it,” he nodded.
“…”
S-somehow that felt like a jab to me…
Zixin parted his lips and strongly felt like asking about MrPerfect to her. He wanted to settle this odd feeling in his heart from spreading any further.
“That person, MrPerfect – is he your reader?”
Guiying stiffened at that question. She thought he wouldn’t ask about that. She shivered and felt at a loss for words.
“I…Th-that…” her smile was a mixture of awkwardness and uncertainty.
Her hands trembled and so did the note within her palms. MrPerfect was none other than his cousin Jun. But Zixin didn’t know that. Jun was the one who sent these letters and now dated Ai, but he didn’t know any of it.
Neither did she want to let him know when he was already struggling in his life with his memory loss and put strain upon him and his familial relationships.
“…Yeah.”
“I see.”
Zixin then noticed her expression going slightly pale and her black orbs shining with wetness. Taken aback, he quickly asked, “What happened?”
Guiying hastily shook her head and got up, hiding her face. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You looked like you were about to cry. Did I o-offend you somehow?” Now Zixin looked pale.
“No, no! J-Just something went into my eyes haha.”
Zixin anxiously faced her back and observed her trembling shoulders. She seemed to be holding onto the note even tighter, making him look further downcast.
Guiying quickly went over to the trash can and threw the note inside. But he didn’t miss the momentary pause before throwing it away.
Which made him feel that MrPerfect wasn’t just a simple reader to her. He was something more and someone who affected her more than just a fan.
Guiying took a deep breath to calm down and sneakily wiped her eyes. She plastered a smile on her lips and turned. “That was embarrassing haha. Can you wait for me? I will quickly clean my room…”
Zixin fixed his sharp gaze at her, making her feel even more anxious.
She hurriedly paced back and forth in her room from one corner to the other, picking and sorting things as she went.
Zixin only observed her hopping from one place to the other. At one point, she slipped on a piece of paper passing by him.
He swiftly caught her waist, protecting her from crashing on the ground. Though he couldn’t save all the stuff Guiying painstakingly picked up, and it all tumbled down.
Guiying shut her eyes in defeat.
I have lost all my face…What am I doing?
“Sorry…and th-thanks-“
She blinked as she felt Zixin gently tracing his finger along her eyelash. She lifted her gaze and saw him staring back at her with a strange intensity. Her lips parted and shut, not knowing how to react. His movements were so delicate that she felt her heart stop beating for a moment.
“Your eyes look slightly red,” he quietly pointed out.
Guiying’s entire focus was on how incredibly close they stood in proximity now. She was already safe and fine, but a small gulp passed down her throat with how Zixin’s arm still held her waist.
“Was it really dirt or were you crying?”
Her ear tickled with his deep, concerned voice ringing closer to it. “Y-Yeah…” she stammered.
“It didn’t seem like that to me though.”
There was a hint of accusation in his tone. He then gently pulled her lower eyelid. “I don’t see any dirt.”
“It’s g-gone now,” the place where he touched felt warm, and she held onto her breath.
“Or was it never there in the first place?”
“Of course there was…”
When he leaned closer, she could smell his cologne. It was nice and fragrant. She could see his fair neck with its Adams apple and when she accidentally peeked at his lips, it made her brain heat up.
“I-I am fine now!” She gave a soft push and freed herself. “The dinner is done. I will take my l-leave!” She turned on her heels and ran away.
Zixin blinked.
Why is the host leaving from her own house?
He then slightly narrowed his eyes.
Something is suspicious about this MrPerfect.
Should I…find out who he is?