Eleanor was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry. My reaction back then was intense, and my actions were foolish," lan said with a bitter smile.

"You used Vanessa to provoke me?" Eleanor looked at him. "Why didn't you just ask me?"

lan stared at her, the sunlight dancing in his eyes. He smiled. "If we could go back to that time, I would have definitely asked you directly."

Eleanor suddenly smiled too. "You wouldn't have. Because I wouldn't have either."

She wouldn't have confronted him about his real relationship with Vanessa. She would have just speculated and imagined things, constantly denying her own feelings and tormenting herself until she finally chose to end it all.

lan's smile was tinged with regret and understanding. "You're right."

He agreed.

Back then, they were both afraid that asking the question would lead to an answer that would shatter them completely.

"Thankfully, we still have a chance to sit here and calmly talk about the past, and it gives me a chance to reflect on my foolishness."

Eleanor was taken aback again, then she smiled as well. It was true. Who would have thought they could sit together so peacefully, taking stock of the mistakes they'd made?

"You know, that day Henry Holt invited Joel to his private party, I thought he was there for you," lan said.

Eleanor remembered. That was the day lan had warned her to be mindful of her status and had taken a drink for Vanessa during a game. And if she recalled correctly, she and Joel had been chatting quite animatedly together.

Just then, Eleanor thought of something and glanced at the time. She shot up from her seat. "I'm going to be late for my conference!"

lan was startled by her sudden movement.

Eleanor scrambled to grab her laptop bag and phone like a tardy student and tossed a hurried sentence at him, "I have to go!"

lan watched her frantic figure rush toward the restaurant entrance, and a smile spread across his face.

As he smiled, his expression deepened, but in the end, he couldn't suppress the curve of his lips.

Eleanor was anything but relaxed. It was a considerable distance from the hotel to the university conference room, and she had to walk.

She broke into a light jog, her mind filled with the awkwardness and anxiety of being late, just like her student days.

After a brisk run, Eleanor finally

arrived at the conference room, out of breath. She hurried to an empty

seat managing not to disturb the presenter who was already on stage.

Eleanor took a few deep breaths. Just as she took out her notebook, her phone

buzzed. She quickly silenced it.

She saw a message from lan: [Don't worry. It's okay if you're late.]

Eleanor quickly replied: [Made it.]

Putting her phone away, she adjusted her posture and focused on the speaker, her thoughts quickly returning to the academic discussion.

Fifteen minutes later, it was her turn to give the closing remarks. There was no trace of nervousness on her

face as she gave a brief summary of the exchange program.

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"El, you have to come!" a female colleague said, grasping Eleanor's hand in a warm invitation.

Eleanor smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll definitely be there."

"Are you bringing a friend?"

Eleanor thought for a moment and nodded. "I'll invite a friend."

"We're all bringing a bunch of friends. The more, the merrier!"

As Eleanor walked out of the conference room, lost in thought, a low voice came

from behind her. "What are you thinking about?"

Eleanor turned. The summer sun was a bit blinding. Ian stood behind her.

"Are you free tonight?" Eleanor asked, squinting. "There's a farewell dinner, and we

can invite friends. If you're available—"

"I am," lan answered before she could finish.