Chapter 97
An Yan’s Side Story – The Honey Peach is in My Hands (Part 1)
An Yan stood by the flowerbed. He felt like the moon in some distant, remote place, harried and obscured by dark clouds*. Who could understand how he felt?
*T/N Shout out to the wonderful Minodayz, who tracked down this reference (of a distant moon) to a Tang Dynasty poem, 女冠子·四月十七
Before his eyes was this picture —
The light was dim. A few metres away from him, among the flowers, stood a pair of beautiful people. The man was tall, and his shirt and suit looked good. The woman was even more beautiful and alluring, incomparably so.
The man said, “Fangfang, I really love you. I have loved you for four years. I was prepared to confess to you, but you are telling everyone that you now have a police officer as a boyfriend . . .”
Gu Fangfang responded, “Since you know I have a boyfriend, why on earth did you look for me?”
By the side, An Yan cracked a small smile.
However, the man was unwilling to accept this. The dissatisfaction and stubbornness of someone who had not gotten his way was written all over his elegant face. “But, Fangfang! None of us have ever seen that man before! Even if he is a police officer, how is it possible that we’ve not even caught a glimpse of him for the past one or two years? I’ve read on the Internet about these swindlers who pretend to be police officers, but are really destitute good-for-nothing cheats who want to trick you into handing over your possessions and your body! This is the kind of man you put your faith in!”