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The school bell rang like a decree of release, rescuing Han Jincheng from her turmoil. She hurriedly packed her belongings, almost fleeing the classroom. Mu Yunze's scorching gaze felt like a brand on her back, making her too afraid to look back.
Chu Mohan quietly gathered her books, her delicate fingers brushing over the pages, though her gaze seemed distant. Chen Yichen remained seated, his face dark and silent.
After leaving the classroom, Chu Mohan did not follow Wu Yuwei as she usually did. She gently declined Wu Yuwei's invitation, saying softly, "Weiwei, I want to walk alone today. You go ahead." Wu Yuwei looked at her with concern but eventually nodded and left alone. Chu Mohan watched Wu Yuwei's figure disappear around the corner before turning and walking slowly along the tree-lined path.
The path was flanked by tall camphor trees, their dense canopies blocking out the sun, allowing only dappled sunlight to filter through the leaves and cast spots of light on her, shimmering like scattered gold. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft melody that accompanied her as she walked slowly forward. She sighed softly, her thoughts a tangled mess.
Undeniably, she truly liked Mu Yunze. She adored his warm smile, his clear eyes, and the clean and pure aura he exuded. His kindness, effort, and talent drew her in like a magnet, making it impossible for her to extricate herself. She still remembered the first time she saw him; he was sunny and handsome, like a ray of light illuminating her world.
However, she could not accept that he liked two girls at once. This indecisiveness and ambiguous attitude made her feel uneasy and wronged. She yearned for a pure love—one that belonged solely to her. She did not want to share his tenderness, his care, or his love with anyone else.
Yet every time she saw him, she couldn't help but want to get closer to him, to care for him, to do something for him. She knew that what she was doing was foolish and humble, yet she couldn't control her emotions. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, fully aware of the potential for harm but still rushing toward it without hesitation.
Sighing again, she looked up at the sky; fluffy white clouds floated in the azure expanse above, resembling cotton candy yet utterly out of reach. The sky was overcast as if covered by a thick gray veil that suffocated her breath. Han Jincheng's heart mirrored this gloomy sky—dark and confused.
She wandered aimlessly through the campus; everything around her blurred into a haze as if it had lost its color. She didn't know where to go or what to do; she simply moved mechanically as if she were a soulless puppet.
In her mind, memories of Mu Yunze flashed by like a revolving lantern. In the library, he shyly handed her a note asking if he could borrow her notes. His handwriting was neat and elegant—just like him—clean and pure. On the sports field, he clumsily cheered for her; sweat soaked his bangs yet he radiated enthusiasm. In the late-night study room, he gently draped his jacket over her shoulders and softly said, "Be careful not to catch cold."
Once upon a time, these moments made her heart race with warmth from feeling loved. Yet now these sweet memories felt like sharp knives stabbing at her heart, leaving her gasping for breath.
Bastard! Han Jincheng kicked a pebble by the roadside in frustration; it rolled away like her chaotic thoughts—lost and without direction.
She couldn't understand why Mu Yunze could accept her affection while being ambiguous with Chu Mohan at the same time. Did he see her as so cheap that she could be toyed with at will?
Clenching her fists tightly until her nails dug into her flesh without feeling any pain, she poured herself entirely into this relationship—giving everything to this boy—and in return received such an outcome.
She felt unwilling yet powerless to change things. This sense of helplessness engulfed her in despair like falling into an endless abyss from which there was no escape.
How could he treat me this way? Han Jincheng's eyes reddened as tears welled up; they shimmered as if ready to spill over at any moment. How could he like two girls at once? She bit down hard on her lip to keep the tears from falling. She felt wronged and refused to believe that she had lost to Chu Mohan so easily.
Why? What makes me less than her? The more Han Jincheng thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt; finally, tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls that had broken free from their string. I am prettier than her; I am livelier than her; I love Mu Yunze more than she does! Her voice trembled with sobs filled with resentment and injustice.
She crouched down on the ground, hugging her knees as silent tears flowed.
Han Jincheng squatted there; tears blurred her vision until the world around became a misty haze. She choked back sobs as she whispered intermittently: Why? Why does he have to treat me this way?
Lost in sorrow, Han Jincheng remained oblivious to the footsteps approaching from behind.
Suddenly, a slightly cool hand gently rested on her shoulder, and the unexpected touch made her shudder. She quickly lifted her head, and through tear-filled eyes, she saw a familiar yet detestable face—Qin Shaoming, her ex-boyfriend, who was now looking at her with a feigned concern.
"Jincheng, what's wrong?" Qin Shaoming's voice rang in her ears, his tone pretending to be caring but laced with a barely perceptible smugness. He had noticed Han Jincheng wandering alone around the campus, looking dejected, and he saw this as a perfect opportunity—a chance to win back her heart.
Upon seeing Qin Shaoming, the tears that had been welling up in Han Jincheng's eyes seemed to hit a sudden pause. She quickly wiped away the traces of her tears, struggling to suppress the turmoil within her. Rising to her feet, she disdainfully shook off Qin Shaoming's hand and coldly spat out a few words: "What’s it to you?"
Qin Shaoming was taken aback by Han Jincheng's sudden indifference. He had expected that upon seeing him, she would seek his comfort as she had in the past, falling into his embrace once more. He had even prepared sweet words to say next, hoping to sway her back into his life.
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