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"Jincheng, I know you still can't let go of me," Qin Shaoming said, shamelessly stepping closer, attempting to touch Han Jincheng again, his tone laced with a self-assured certainty.
"Can't let go of you?" Han Jincheng scoffed, as if hearing the greatest joke in the world. Her eyes were filled with disdain. "Qin Shaoming, where do you get your confidence? I cried for Mu Yunze; what does that have to do with you? Who do you think you are? Do you really think I would still be fooled by your sweet words like before?"
Qin Shaoming's expression darkened immediately. He hadn’t expected Han Jincheng to reject him so bluntly, especially stating her affection for another man right in front of him. It felt like a severe blow to his pride, as if he had been slapped hard across the face.
"Mu Yunze? That pretty boy? What does he have that I don’t?" Qin Shaoming said stubbornly, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice as flames of envy burned fiercely within him.
"You are far worse than him!" Han Jincheng retorted mercilessly, her tone firm and resolute. "At least I like him! You only make me feel disgusted!" She shot a glare at Qin Shaoming before turning away, unwilling to say another word to this man who irritated her so much.
Stung by her words, Qin Shaoming's anger flared up, and his tone became sharp and bitter. "Han Jincheng, don’t push your luck! I genuinely liked you back then; it was you who didn’t know how to cherish it!"
"Genuinely liked me?" Han Jincheng laughed coldly again. "Your so-called sincerity was just dating me while being ambiguous with other girls? Qin Shaoming, you truly disgust me!"
Qin Shaoming's face turned pale with rage, but he found himself unable to retort. He had indeed wronged Han Jincheng in the past, and now being confronted by her made him feel utterly humiliated.
"I'll say this one last time: don’t come to bother me again! There’s no possibility between us!" Han Jincheng declared before turning on her heel and walking away, ignoring the furious Qin Shaoming behind her.
She walked decisively, without a hint of hesitation. In her heart, Qin Shaoming was nothing more than a pile of stinking garbage; she wished she could distance herself from him even further.
The setting sun cast its warm glow over the Tree-Lined Path on campus, creating a serene picture with dappled light and shadow. In this tranquil corner, another confession was unfolding, reminiscent of the earlier confrontation.
Chen Yichen held a bouquet of pristine white lilies in his hands, the petals glistening with dewdrops that mirrored his nervousness at that moment. Taking a deep breath to muster his courage, he intercepted Chu Mohan, who was walking alone.
"Chu Mohan," Chen Yichen's voice trembled slightly as he swallowed hard, his gaze fixed intently on her face.
Chu Mohan paused and looked at him in confusion. Chen Yichen’s face was slightly pale as he gripped the bouquet tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"I..." Chen Yichen took another deep breath, wanting to spill out the carefully prepared words all at once but hesitating due to his nerves.
Chu Mohan waited silently; she had an inkling of what Chen Yichen was about to say, and a ripple of anticipation stirred within her heart.
"I’ve liked you for a long time!" Chen Yichen finally gathered his courage and confessed the feelings he had kept hidden deep inside. His voice was soft yet trembled slightly as if he had exhausted all his strength to say it.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment; only the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze could be heard. Chen Yichen anxiously awaited Chu Mohan's response, his heart pounding like a drum as if it might leap out of his chest.
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