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He knew that all of this was because of him, because of the argument he had with Chen Yichen that day, and because of his indecision between two girls. Although Chen Yichen's words were harsh and cutting, they struck at his deepest pain like a sharp knife. He could not refute them, for he was indeed straddling two boats, enjoying the care and affection from both Chu Mohan and Han Jincheng without ever truly considering their feelings.
He was immersed in the feeling of being surrounded by love, yet he overlooked the hidden crisis behind this false happiness. Now, Han Jincheng's haggard appearance was the best proof, an ironclad evidence of his guilt.
Mu Yunze opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat dry and his voice hoarse, barely able to make a sound. Han Jincheng ignored him, as if she hadn't heard his call at all. She walked to her seat and heavily dropped her backpack on the desk with a dull thud.
Then, she slowly leaned down, curling up like an injured little beast trying to hide in a dark corner and lick its wounds. Mu Yunze felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face; a burning pain spread from his cheek to the depths of his heart. He had never seen Han Jincheng so indifferent, so resistant to him.
In the past, she had always been full of enthusiasm, like a little sun illuminating the world around him with her smile and energy. But now, that little sun seemed to have lost its brilliance, leaving only coldness and darkness that chilled him to the bone.
He silently returned to his seat, overwhelmed with thoughts as if a heavy stone pressed down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt like a sinner, a sinner who had hurt two kind girls. He began to regret his indecision, regret not making a choice sooner, regret creating the current situation all by himself.
The classroom was silent enough to hear a pin drop; only the sound of Mu Yunze's pen scratching against paper occasionally broke the stillness, mirroring his chaotic emotions. Han Jincheng's abnormal behavior lodged like a fishbone in his throat, yet he did not know how to speak.
Before long, the classroom door was gently pushed open, and Chu Mohan appeared at the entrance. She moved lightly, like a drifting cloud, slowly floating into the classroom.
She scanned the room, her gaze sweeping over each classmate's face before finally landing on Mu Yunze. That glance lasted only an instant but seemed to carry a thousand words, causing Mu Yunze's heart to tremble slightly. Then she walked straight toward him and gently sat down in the empty seat beside him.
She did not speak; instead, she quietly took out her textbook from her backpack and opened it to today’s lesson. A faint fragrance emanated from her, reminiscent of gardenias after rain on a fresh morning—clear and fragrant, uplifting one's spirit. This familiar scent brought Mu Yunze a sense of comfort but was also laced with more unease.
Mu Yunze stole a glance at her; Chu Mohan's complexion was paler than usual, her lips lacking their usual rosy hue, resembling a flower that had lost its moisture and appeared somewhat wilted.
A faint layer of sorrow seemed to shroud her brows like an unshakeable shadow, weighing heavily on Mu Yunze’s heart. He felt increasingly uneasy but dared not ask about it for fear of touching upon her inner scars again and hearing answers he did not want to hear.
Just then, Chen Yichen walked in. His eyes immediately fell on Chu Mohan sitting next to Mu Yunze; his expression darkened in an instant. His gaze turned sharp as if it were a poisoned dagger that viciously stabbed at Mu Yunze with hostility and jealousy.
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