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But she quickly regained her composure and admitted boldly, "Yeah, so what?"
Class Flower's eyes widened in an instant, tears rapidly filling her eyes, but she held them back. Suddenly, she jumped off the bed, moving as swiftly as a startled rabbit, and grabbed Han Jincheng's arm with such force that her sharp nails nearly dug into her skin. The grip was astonishingly strong.
"Why? Why him? What does he have? Why are you stealing him?" Class Flower's voice trembled, thick with emotion, each word striking Han Jincheng's eardrums like a hammer.
Han Jincheng winced in pain, furrowing her brow as she forcefully shook off Class Flower's hand, leaving bright red marks on her arm. "Stealing? Class Flower, get it straight— you have no relationship with him! Who was it that treated him like a bet and toyed with his feelings? What right do you have to judge me? And who do you think you are?"
Startled by Class Flower's sudden outburst, a surge of anger welled up within Han Jincheng. She pushed Class Flower away and scoffed, "Class Flower, you really have a short memory! Who was it that swore love was just a game? Who used Mu Yunze as a pawn and played with his emotions? Now you put on this victim act for whom? Do you think you're someone special?"
Class Flower stumbled back a few steps and fell onto the bed, covering her face with her hands as her shoulders shook violently. Suppressed sobs escaped through her fingers. "I was wrong; I know I was wrong. But... but I really like him now."
"Like?" Han Jincheng scoffed again. "What you call liking is nothing more than possessiveness. You just can't stand the thought of your toy being picked up by someone else. Your so-called love is disgustingly cheap!"
Class Flower cried even harder, stammering through her tears, "No, that's not it! I... I really like him!" She looked up at Han Jincheng with tear-filled eyes, her gaze pleading.
"Enough!" Han Jincheng interrupted impatiently. "Class Flower, stop acting! Do you think I would believe your nonsense? You're out there getting cozy with Ye Jingtai while claiming to like Mu Yunze—are you trying to make a fool of me?"
"If you truly liked him, you wouldn't have treated him that way in the first place! It's too late for words now; Mu Yunze is my boyfriend. You’d better give up on this!" Han Jincheng's voice was cold and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
With that, Han Jincheng turned and left the dormitory, leaving Class Flower alone in the room, crying heart-wrenchingly.
Fuming in the campus courtyard, Han Jincheng felt as if a heavy stone had lodged itself in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She couldn't understand why Class Flower had come back or why she had to disrupt her life with Mu Yunze.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became; her chest heaved as if it might explode at any moment. She sat down on a bench nearby and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Just then, a familiar figure appeared before her.
"Jincheng, what's wrong? You look terrible," Mu Yunze asked with concern.
Seeing Mu Yunze only made Han Jincheng feel more aggrieved; tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She threw herself into Mu Yunze's arms and choked out the events that had just transpired.
After listening to her, Mu Yunze's expression darkened as well. He hadn't expected Class Flower to come and say such things. Gently patting Han Jincheng's back, he comforted her softly, "Don't cry anymore, Jincheng. Don't take what she said to heart; I know you truly love me."
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