The small market is not big, only a few hundred meters long from front to back. It sells everything from clothing to small handicrafts.

Chu Zhixin came to a ceramic handicraft stall. There were cups and saucers of various shapes on it. These cups and saucers were all made of ceramics. The patterns on them were exquisite and detailed, which gave them an antique feel and were very beautiful.

She took a fancy to a white cup at first glance. There was no complicated pattern on the cup, but it was lightly dyed with black highlights, which had a kind of Tai Chi yin and yang meaning.

"Boss, this cup is quite interesting!"

Chu Zhixin pointed at the cup and said happily.

"Madam, you have such a discerning eye!"

Although the stall owner was a foreigner, he was a fan of Eastern culture. Seeing Chu Zhixin's knowledge, he kept talking, "The pattern of this cup is very particular. It is called Tai Chi in a distant eastern country...

...Tai Chi is a very mysterious thing that can explain everything in the world, that is, there is white in black, and black in white. It seems to be separated, but it is actually integrated, it seems to be repulsive, but it is actually attracted. No one can suppress the other, and no one can.

You can’t leave anyone.”

"Tai Chi..."

Chu Zhixin looked at the black and white cup, thoughtfully.

This feeling inexplicably reminded her of her and Sheng Tingye, two completely incompatible opposites, yet unable to restrain themselves from being attracted to each other.

She was about to ask the stall owner to bring the cup to her when a cold voice fell from above her head, "I want this cup."

Chu Zhixin frowned and turned back with a straight face, "Why, I was the one who noticed this cup first!"

It didn't matter if she didn't look back. When she turned around and bumped into the man's deep eyes, she felt as if her soul had been taken away by someone. She stood there blankly, unable to think, unable to act, and unable to say a word.

Sheng Tingye was nearly thirty centimeters taller than Chu Zhixin. He was like a big mountain, with an absolute sense of oppression. Behind him was the warm morning sun, which made him shine, dazzling, and full of unreality.

"But, I paid first."

Sheng Tingye placed a stack of euros on the stall and looked down at Chu Xin, as arrogant and arrogant as ever.

"..."

Chuzhixin rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

The man in front of me was the man who had been reborn after half a year of absence.

He is taller and more handsome than before they separated, and his eyes, probably because of the transplantation of Sheng Qi's eyes, are deep and cold, but also a little more free and easy.

Although Norway is not a big country, she never expected that they would meet in this remote market.

At this time, Sheng Tingye had long forgotten Chu Zhixin's face, and even more deliberately forgot her voice.

In his opinion, the weak woman in front of him was just a stranger from the East like him.

Jianchu Zhixin didn't respond for a long time, and he didn't bother to pay more attention. He urged the boss: "Please give me the cup, my fiancée is still waiting for me."

An Ran is a very particular and tasteful person. He believes that she will like the cup he bought.

"Sorry, this customer liked the cup first, so I can't sell it to you."

The stall owner returned the thick euro to Sheng Tingye, and then handed the black and white porcelain cup to Chu Zhixin with a smile, "Madam, I hope this cup can bring you a good mood."

"I, I don't need it anymore, just give it to him!"

Like a coward, Chu Zhixin kept retreating and finally escaped from the market.

She never thought that she would meet Sheng Tingye again in this life. Thinking of the past and the oath she had sworn, she felt that she was a savage beast. Only by staying far away from him could she keep him safe.

Look at how good he is now that she has left him. Not only has he pushed Shanda Group to a new height, but he has also gained a happy love. His face is filled with happiness, which she cannot bring.
Chapter completed!