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"One sentence? That's it? How can she accept it?! How can she accept it?!"
Lin Yue took a deep breath and sipped her juice, trying to calm herself down, fearing that she might lose control and run to the kitchen to grab a knife to chop Sang Xiaoyu into pieces.
"Did you guys not, uh, catch up or talk about anything?" Lin Yue asked, still not giving up.
Sang Yu thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, she pretended not to know him. What’s there to catch up on?"
"Let me be alone for a while." Lin Yue lay back on the sofa, looking utterly despondent.
Right now, she just wanted some quiet company; she didn’t want the cheerful Sang Yu around anymore. At this moment, she found her friend utterly unappealing.
Lin Yue lay on the sofa pretending to be dead for a while before glancing at Sang Yu, who was watching TV.
"Sang Sang, do you still have any feelings for Lu Jing?"
Sang Yu's body tensed up instantly, but she quickly feigned indifference and replied, "What feelings? How could I possibly have feelings for him?! We're done! It's impossible!" It was as if she needed to emphasize her point to rid herself of any lingering thoughts.
Lin Yue looked at Sang Yu in silence, lost in thought. Sang Sang only said it was impossible but didn’t say she had no feelings at all. Seeing her friend like this, Lin Yue suspected that Sang Yu still liked Lu Jing.
Moreover, Tian Lu Jing had been acting strangely. At the hot pot restaurant, he kept staring at Sang Yu without looking away. That intense gaze was almost unbearable even for Lin Yue standing nearby.
This guy must have noticed that Sang Sang had become more beautiful and started to care. Men are indeed visual creatures—what a pig! Hmph! A scumbag! A big scumbag!
Feeling uncomfortable under Lin Yue's gaze, Sang Yu shifted in her seat. "Alright, enough about me. This variety show is much more entertaining than I am; you should watch it—it's hilarious!"
Lin Yue turned her head to look. Well, they were all familiar celebrities; no wonder they were popular.
However, Lin Yue felt uneasy and warned Sang Yu, "Sang Sang, if you see that person again in the future, we should keep our distance from him."
Sang Yu laughed at this. "Who knows when we’ll meet again? These two times were just coincidences. We haven't seen each other since graduation!"
In her view, these two encounters were purely accidental. Even if they lived next door, they wouldn’t run into each other often.
Regardless of how things played out, there would definitely be times when they crossed paths in the future. After all, they were now in the same city. She sensed that Lu Jing had ulterior motives towards Sang Yu; even if they didn’t meet by chance, Lu Jing would likely create opportunities to see her.
"Alright then, listen to my Yue Yue."
"Just listen to me! Hmph! If Lu Jing wants to pursue Sang Yu, he better consider whether she agrees or not. If he doesn’t face some challenges, how can he prove his sincerity after all the trouble he's caused Sang Yu?"
Thus, Lin Yue was destined to be a stumbling block on Lu Jing’s path to winning over Sang Yu! Ha ha ha ha!
"You might be overestimating yourself," Lu Jing remarked.
The two hadn't seen each other in a long time, and naturally, there were many topics to discuss. They talked until one in the morning before finally settling down to sleep.
Sang Yu listened to the steady sound of Lin Yue's breathing beside her and knew he had fallen asleep. Only then did she allow herself to relax completely.
In truth, she didn't appear as indifferent as she seemed; she simply didn't want to worry Lin Yue. After having loved so many people, how could their reunion be without any emotional turbulence? She was merely suppressing her own feelings.
The stillness of the deep night often brought forth emotions buried deep within. Tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, soaking into the pillow and disappearing, leaving only her slightly reddened eyes as a testament to her current sorrow.
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