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"What is there to explain? I've seen everything! You bring Class Flower breakfast every day, accompany her to the library, and care for her in every possible way! What do you take me for?" Su Wanqing said, her voice growing more agitated, tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhang Xiaowei sighed and decided to be blunt. "Su Wanqing, let's get this straight."
The sound of Su Wanqing's cries echoed in the empty hallway, like a wounded beast lamenting. She was unwilling to accept it; she couldn't believe she would lose to that Class Flower who was nothing but a cheap flirt. Clenching her fists tightly, her nails dug deep into her flesh as a strong desire for revenge surged within her. She wanted Class Flower and Zhang Xiaowei to pay the price and experience the pain of being abandoned.
Tears streamed down Su Wanqing's face like pearls falling from a broken string, splattering on the ground. She wiped her face harshly, but the tears wouldn't stop. It was unbearable; why should Class Flower have so much? Beauty, talent, and so many excellent admirers! While she could only watch helplessly as the person she liked fell into someone else's arms.
She recalled Class Flower's disdainful gaze, her smug smile when boasting about her achievements, and the scene of being surrounded by admirers like a queen. Anger burned fiercely in her chest. She wanted revenge; she wanted Class Flower to taste the bitterness of losing everything!
A malicious plan gradually formed in her mind. She would ruin Class Flower's reputation and make her infamous!
Meanwhile, completely unaware of the impending disaster, Class Flower was basking in the sweetness of love. Zhang Xiaowei was obedient to her every whim, treating her with utmost care, making her feel like a princess. She even began to feel a bit giddy.
On the other side, Chen Yichen watched as Chu Mohan and Mu Yunze paired up, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside him. Once, he had fantasized about strolling through campus with Chu Mohan, studying together, sharing joys and sorrows. But now, all of that had turned into mere illusions.
He understood that forcing something that wasn't meant to be wouldn't yield sweetness; rather than clinging desperately, it was better to let go—for their happiness and his own. Taking a deep breath to suppress his heartache, he approached Mu Yunze, patting him on the shoulder. "Brother, take care of Chu Mohan. She's a girl." With that, he turned and walked away, his back appearing somewhat forlorn.
Mu Yunze watched Chen Yichen leave with mixed feelings. He knew that Chen Yichen liked Chu Mohan, and he understood the sacrifices he made for their happiness. He tightened his grip on Chu Mohan's hand, his gaze resolute. "I will cherish her."
Chu Mohan gently squeezed back Mu Yunze's hand and gave him a sweet smile. She knew that Chen Yichen's blessing was sincere and understood that Mu Yunze’s promise came from the heart. She believed their future would be filled with sunshine and happiness.
The sunset cast a golden glow over the campus buildings as streetlights flickered on one by one, their warm light dispelling the encroaching night.
The air was filled with youthful vitality mixed with a hint of tension and anticipation as the annual campus singing competition was in full swing at the gymnasium.
Inside the gymnasium, colorful lights flashed in rhythm with powerful music that shook the entire space as if threatening to lift the roof off. In the center of the stage stood Han Jincheng, dazzling in a sparkling sequined dress like a brilliant star capturing everyone's attention.
She danced energetically as an upbeat song ignited the atmosphere in an instant. Cheers and screams rose in waves, pushing the excitement to its peak.
Sitting in the audience, Mu Yunze tightly gripped a cheer sign made by Han Jincheng, waving it in time with the music. His gaze remained fixed on the radiant figure of Han Jincheng, filled with admiration and encouragement.
Who would have thought that once shy and introverted—someone who would blush at speaking in front of others—could now so confidently cheer for the girl he liked?
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