Destined to Be Your Perfect Match

Kong Huaijin's eyes reddened as she grasped his hand and said, "Ah Yi, I truly like you very much, but..."

Her heart was in turmoil at that moment, and she didn't know how to express her feelings.

Zhou Yi sighed, also holding her hand, and said, "I know, sister. You are a wonderful person, but we both have our own careers. We can't just follow our hearts as we wish. I understand all of that."

Kong Huaijin smiled through her reddened eyes. "My father once said you were no ordinary person confined to a pond, that you would surely soar to great heights. I never expected this day to come so quickly. You've become so accomplished. Although it saddens me, I am also happy for you."

Zhou Yi was going to City A. While Kong Huaijin was certainly heartbroken, at her core she was also a woman who admired strength. The more powerful Zhou Yi became, the more she would naturally like him.

In fact, precisely because she couldn't have him, she would inevitably hold him in her heart, unable to forget him for a lifetime.

Zhou Yi would become her lifelong regret, an indelible white moonlight, an unforgettable cinnabar mark.

After sharing their sentimental thoughts for a while, Kong Huaijin wiped away her tears.

She had never been a woman prone to crying. After finally having a meal out with Zhou Yi, she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere with gloom. After a moment of melancholy, she changed the subject.

"Bingqing asked me the other day when you're going to her concert. She's been looking forward to it for ages."

"How long until her concert?"

"It was originally scheduled for a few days ago, but it was postponed due to scheduling issues. It's been rescheduled for the end of the month. You should be able to make it before you leave."

"Don't worry, I won't miss it."

"Then I must go to cheer you both on. I haven't heard you sing live yet, so I'm really looking forward to it too."

Speaking of Luo Bingqing, Zhou Yi told Kong Huaijin that he had finished writing the song he was giving her.

"She'll be over the moon! I'll tell her the good news when I get back later."

"I wonder if she'll like it."

"She loved the two songs you wrote before so much. I believe in your talent, and I'm sure she feels the same."

Zhou Yi had made a point of listening to Luo Bingqing's songs before. Her voice was also very suitable for that song.

"I remember Bingqing mentioned you're also participating in a variety show next month?"

"Yes, the production team said recording starts next month."

"Then I'll still be able to see you on TV. I guess soon there will be a bunch of young fans competing with me for you."

As they ate and chatted, Kong Huaijin smiled on the surface, but her heart was still preoccupied with Zhou Yi's impending departure, feeling far from good.

Then, she suddenly said, "If one day, I also go to City A to develop my career, would you consider being with me then?"

"Sister, I hope any choice or decision you make is for yourself, not because of me. You have everything in Huaihai. Why go to City A because of me?"

It wasn't simple for a woman to start from scratch. If Kong Huaijin were to leave Huaihai, who knows how her father would react.

But Kong Huaijin said, "How do you know without trying? What if I can make it? Moreover, I don't want to just give up like this. Otherwise, I'll hold onto this regret for the rest of my life."

Zhou Yi was somewhat surprised by her words, but then he thought, this was indeed Kong Huaijin. She wasn't a woman who gave up or admitted defeat easily.

Seeing he didn't answer, Kong Huaijin continued, looking into his eyes, "For someone you like, you always have to give up something. I just want to know, if I can truly establish myself in City A, will you give me that chance?"

Zhou Yi was also moved. He nodded slowly. "Yes."

Kong Huaijin immediately relaxed and smiled. "Having your word is enough."

After leaving the restaurant, Kong Huaijin lost her desire to take a walk with Zhou Yi. She wanted to go back and start preparing right away.

Time waited for no one, and Zhou Yi wouldn't stand still waiting for her either. He was always moving forward, and naturally, she couldn't fall behind.

"Ah Yi, I'm heading back now. You must tell me the day you leave. I'll see you off."

"Alright. Hey, don't be so sad. We'll see each other again on the day of the concert. Besides, it's not like I'm never coming back. My roots are in Huaihai. I'll come back often."

"It's not the same. You leaving Huaihai represents more than just physical distance. In other aspects, I'll also be further away from you. Two people who aren't equals can't be together. I must become the one who matches you best. I never lose to anyone."

A blazing fire seemed to flicker in Kong Huaijin's eyes.

In some ways, she was like Xie Tingwan. They were both women with aspirations and ambition, and the power that emanated from them was particularly moving.

When that power was mixed with love, it was hard not to be deeply touched.

Zhou Yi saw Kong Huaijin into her car. He stood in place, watching the car drive away.

077: "Her affection value is already full."

Zhou Yi: "I know."

These mission targets of Zhou Yi's each had their own wonderful qualities. Perhaps initially, his heart was set on completing tasks, but now he was genuinely moved by them.

He even wondered what their futures would have been like if they hadn't met him.

Would they have been happier?

Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly grew complex, and he sighed softly inside.

The playboy's momentary confusion left 077 baffled.

077: "What's wrong with you? You look troubled."

Zhou Yi: "Do you think they would have been happier without me?"

077: "I remember You Man once answered that question for you."

Zhou Yi was taken aback, then smiled.

Right. What's done is done. Dwelling on it is pointless.

Their destinies were ultimately changed by him. Whether his appearance had meaning, even he couldn't quite figure out.

If you hadn't appeared by Qiao Xi's side, she would have continued to be bullied by Qiao Yu. Her father wouldn't have looked at her properly. Her personality was soft. If she married the wrong person, her future life would be...easy to imagine.

"If you hadn't appeared, Kong Xiaohe's illness wouldn't have been cured. The man Kong Huaijin married later might not have been a good man. Whether there would be love is hard to say."

"Xie Tingwan is even more so. She needed you more."

After listening, Zhou Yi just smiled. Although he knew 077 was comforting him, he still felt a bit better inside.

However, he didn't have much of a conscience to begin with; otherwise, he wouldn't be mingling among so many women.

His occasional moments of confusion were only because he wasn't completely cold-blooded and heartless.

He knew he was a selfish person. At most, he'd sigh a little, but he'd still be a playboy, still have his fun. He was still that Zhou Yi who believed in "carpe diem."

When he returned home in the evening, Zhou Yi received a WeChat message from Luo Bingqing.

She sent a voice message, very excitedly asking about the song Zhou Yi had written for her.

Zhou Yi had previously spent attribute points to buy the golden finger for lyric and composition writing, so he could quickly transcribe songs from his previous world into lyrics and music.

The recording equipment he bought online had also arrived. He told Luo Bingqing he would send her a demo of the song tomorrow. Luo Bingqing was so excited she wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

[Luo Bingqing: Have you thought of a name for the song? I'm so looking forward to it!]

Zhou Yi: I've decided. It's called "A Diao".

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