Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
After a few seconds of silence, Hao Chuanze finally nodded, "Hmm!"
Before his "Hmm" could finish, Jiang Liuying exclaimed, "Yay!" while happily bouncing.
Qinglan and Shen Xiaomeng finally let out a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with joy.
Once back in the dormitory, Qinglan pulled Liuying to a secluded spot and quietly asked her, "Why did you suddenly ask such a blunt question just now?"
In Qinglan's mind, Jiang Liuying was not someone who would be so abrupt; she was rational and composed.
Jiang Liuying smiled and said, "Just by looking at Mengmeng's eyes, it's clear she has fallen for that boy, but he seems very calm. I'm worried about her, so I wanted to ask."
"Yeah!" Qinglan patted her on the shoulder. "I think that's probably it."
"But Liuying, you should also take good care of your own love life."
"Mm." Liuying nodded. "Don't worry about me; he’s holding my hand tightly." Liuying clenched her fist and smiled proudly.
"Good! I hope everyone can happily find their love; first love is the most beautiful!" Qinglan sighed. "I really envy you guys."
"Oh?!" Liuying understood the implication in Qinglan's words. "What about you?" she asked in return.
"I... what about me?" Qinglan's gaze flickered, unable to meet Liuying's eyes directly.
Liuying was too sharp and perceptive; Qinglan feared discussing this topic with her. She could pinpoint the crux of any matter, which was her strength but sometimes it could be painful.
Especially for Qinglan at this moment, particularly regarding this topic, she had been avoiding it—avoiding it in front of Liuying to the point where she felt like a coward. She had always been afraid to face it, fearing that her vulnerability would lead to her complete collapse.
Yes, sometimes persistence appears to be a form of strength, but in reality, it is often a manifestation of avoidance and weakness.
And Liuying, although she has only known Qinglan for a short time, can see right through her, understanding all her strengths and weaknesses completely.
"Whether or not you should let go of An Shaojie, seeing you like this makes your friends feel exhausted. They want to help you but don't know how, and those who like you feel powerless, wanting to love you but not knowing how."
In this world, what is more important than having a friend who understands you?
Years ago, Bo Ya broke her lute for Ziqi, causing many to sigh and many more to be moved and touched.
This is the bond of true friends; just a few words can bring tears to Qinglan's eyes, making the tears well up.
But she held back and pretended to be confused, asking, "What are you talking about? Me and An Shaojie?" Qinglan forced a smile that was somewhat bitter. "How could you put me and him together? Apart from coming from the same place, I haven't seen any connection between us. Your imagination is too strong."
Among all the classmates, only Liuying would link her with An Shaojie. Two people who have never spoken to each other, like enemies; apart from Jiang Liuying, who else would mention their names together?
"Stop deceiving yourself. You can fool others, but can you deceive your own heart, your own feelings, your own pain?" Liuying exclaimed.
"I..."
All the secrets hidden in her heart were brought up, all the heavy emotions surged forth, and all the bitterness and pain were exposed, choking Qinglan so that she couldn't utter another word. She feared that if she spoke, tears would flow.
"Still saying there’s nothing!" Liuying stepped forward and gently embraced Qinglan's slightly trembling shoulders. "Crying just at the mention of his name shows how much pain you're in."
"Yingying," Qinglan leaned on Liuying's shoulder and began to sob quietly.
"Although I don't know what your relationship with him was before or what stories you shared, I suspect that you came to Beijing for him, right?"
"Mm." Qinglan nodded gently.
"Silly girl, why make it so hard to love someone?" Liuying sighed.
"Is Xu Wen not good?" she suddenly asked again.
"Good."
"Since he's good, then why don't you let go of him and accept him?" Liuying asked, staring into Qinglan's bright eyes.
"Why? I don't know. The word 'love' feels light when you pick it up, but when you try to put it down, you realize it's heavy." Qinglan let out a long sigh.
At this moment, the night on the balcony had deepened, swallowing the soft voices and sighs of the two girls in the vast and silent darkness.
"Since it's already heavy, just let him go. Love shouldn't make you tired; it should be sweet." Liuying's delicate voice was still faintly heard in the quiet night.
"I understand the reasoning, but I just can't let go." Qinglan's low sobs floated in the cool, watery night.
It wasn't until very late that Liuying and Qinglan's soft voices finally ceased.
The night was so quiet that only a few girls' gentle breaths could be heard in the dormitory. The darkness of night had brought them into a deep sleep, carrying both the joys and sorrows of the day into their dreams.
The next day, a sensational news broke out in Qinglan's class.
Shen Xiaomeng was in a relationship; Shen Xiaomeng was finally in a relationship. Almost everyone knew.
The reason everyone knew was that the next day, Hao Chuanze appeared outside Shen Xiaomeng's classroom.
It was outside the classroom door, not in front of the dormitory building.
He was holding several brightly colored balloons in his arms, just like that day when he held a basketball, standing under a Maple Tree outside the teaching building.
"Wow, balloons! Are you going to give them to a girl?" A girl who walked out of the teaching building exclaimed upon seeing Hao Chuanze with the balloons.
"Wow, is it now popular to chase girls with balloons?" The girls holding hands exchanged glances and asked each other.
"Are you sure you don't want to give her roses instead, handsome?" A bold girl stepped forward to tease him.
Hao Chuanze was impeccably dressed in a suit, smiling lightly at the girl standing in front of him.
"Are you shy, handsome? If you're shy, I can help you deliver them to her. Just tell me her name." The girl squinted her eyes and laughed playfully.
Such a handsome guy standing in front of them without saying a few words was simply a waste of resources.
"I'm not shy, but I'm nervous," Hao Chuanze said with a smile to the cute girl.
"Nervous is fine too. Just tell me her name, and I'll help you deliver them." The girl was amused by his calm demeanor and felt bolder.
"I don't know her name," Hao Chuanze replied seriously. The girl shrugged, "Then I'm powerless to help." With that, she turned to leave. "Good luck, handsome," she waved back at him.
Comment 0 Comment Count