After seeing the Eiffel Tower, Qin Xiaorou took Qiao Shaoting to a western restaurant nearby.

She told Qiao Shaoting that she had been to many western restaurants, but this was the best one she had ever been to.

Qiao Shaoting nodded lightly as he listened.

For the rest of the day, Qiao Shaoting stayed with Qin Xiaorou but was distracted.

Qin Xiaorou could see it too.

The original three-day journey had been reduced to two days.

The next day, Qin Xiaorou bought the tickets to go back.

Qiao Shaoting was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it tomorrow?"

Qin Xiaorou smiled, a bit sadly, "Mr. Qiao, since your attention is not here, we might as well go back earlier."

Qiao Shaoting was silent.

He waited for a moment before spitting out two words, "I'm sorry."

Qin Xiaorou shook her head, "Mr. Qiao, don't feel sorry. The only thing in this world that can't be forced is our feelings. Since you don't love me, don't feel sorry."

Qiao Shaoting did not say another word.

He was sorry for Qin Xiaorou, not because he did not love her.

He owed so much to this girl.

Before going back, Qiao Shaoting offered to take Qin Xiaorou to see the Eiffel Tower one more time.

Qin Xiaorou agreed.

This time, they saw a middle-aged man.

The man was playing the cello.

The sound of the cello made people feel a chill and sourness in their hearts.

Qin Xiaorou could not help but walk over to him.

She was listening quietly. As the man finished playing a piece, she said in English, "Sir, you played it very well."

She had heard many famous cellists play, but none of them played as beautifully as the man in front of her.

Above all, it tugged at her heartstrings.

The blond man smiled and then said, "I just heard you and your boyfriend speaking Chinese, are you Chinese?"

Qin Xiaorou held her breath. She turned around subconsciously and saw Qiao Shaoting standing there, not having heard it.

She whispered, "No, he's not my boyfriend. He already has a girl he loves."

"But you love him very much, don't you?" The man said.

Qin Xiaorou laughed to herself, "You got an eye for detail, sir."

What a surprise! Even a stranger could see that she loved Mr. Qiao.

The man pulled the string, "That is not the case. I loved a woman before, so I know how you look like when you love someone. That's why I know you love him."

Qin Xiaorou froze.

She stared into the man's eyes for a moment and suddenly said, "But you weren't with her, were you?"

Again, she saw despondency and loneliness in the man's eyes.

Even more, she heard the ultimate sadness in his music.

If he had been with the woman he loved, he would not have had such a look in his eyes, nor would he have played such a sad piece of music.

The man shrugged, "No."

Qin Xiaorou said, "Sir, it seems we are the same kind of people."

As if Qin Xiaorou's words had stirred up memories for the man, he added, "Do you know why I can speak Chinese? It's because the woman I once loved was Chinese. I met her when I was travelling in China. She was my guide. I fell in love with her and stayed there for her."

"I even became a foreign teacher in China for her. Unfortunately she didn't end up with me. Her parents didn't allow her to marry abroad. I said I would stay in China forever for her, but her parents still didn't agree, so,"

(To be continued)