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That night, he escaped from her.
It was simply because of the temptation he could not accept.
At that moment, he thought of her, the one far away, for the first time with deep intensity.
His heart ached.
He thought he had never loved her.
He believed that his relationship with her was merely a way to take revenge on the humiliation her family had once inflicted on him.
He thought he wouldn't care about her.
Yet, his heart hurt immensely.
He strongly rejected other girls getting close to him, but he allowed her to approach him.
Oh no, that’s wrong; he didn’t allow her to come close to him. Instead, he desperately wanted to possess her, to have her.
She was the only girl he wanted to own and possess.
As for Lin Xi, he had never thought of wanting to possess or have her. He only lightly wished to rely on her and trust her. She was warm, just like the warmth his mother and sister gave him—gentle and elegant, but without intensity.
He once thought he loved her, but after being rejected by her and feeling disheartened upon seeing her with Lu Chenyu, his heart only felt a slight pain and disappointment, as if he had lost a fragment of time or a memory.
However, seeing her with other boys—no matter who it was—stirred strong emotions within him, tormenting him and making his heart burn with pain and anger.
So, in front of her, he could never restrain himself, always unable to control his emotions, constantly in a state of tension and anger, with his fists clenched, ready to fight for her at any moment.
After lying in bed for a while, he felt colder the longer he stayed there; it was better than when he had just run back from outside. Although he had been in the snow, it felt warm.
Moreover, from far away outside the campus, the faint sounds of fireworks exploding in the sky mixed with various ethereal music and voices could be heard, creating a serene yet lively atmosphere that truly made it hard to fall asleep.
Who goes to bed so early on New Year's Eve?
An Shaojie threw on his clothes and got out of bed, stepping back into the swirling snow.
Strangely enough, while huddled in the dormitory, he felt the air around him getting colder. But once outside in the snow, he found the air refreshing and cool; the snowflakes landing on his face felt damp and cool but not cold at all.
Before he knew it, he had walked out of campus and stood at the bus stop in front of the school gate, just as a bus pulled up in front of him.
Without checking which bus it was, he jumped on.
Watching the lights and bustling scene outside through the window, everything seemed clearer and more familiar.
Suddenly, the bus came to a stop. "We've arrived..." A familiar station name echoed in his ears.
An Shaojie instinctively stood up and got off the bus.
He looked around at the very familiar scenery—the streets.
He glanced down a certain alley.
His hand instinctively reached into the pocket of his Gray-White Down Jacket.
Hmm, the hard key was still there. He had carried it with him, wandering at this alleyway countless times.
Tonight, he could boldly walk in. His hand tightened around the key, which was tied with a single Red Thread, the cold metal warming up in his grip, almost sweating.
He went upstairs, took out the key, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
The room was pitch black.
He turned on the light and walked into the living room, taking a look around. Everything was just as he had left it, unchanged.
He turned and walked into the bedroom. The blanket on the bed was neatly folded. This was her habit; even if she woke up late and was about to be late for class, she would still fold the blanket and tidy up the room before heading out.
Sometimes, he couldn't wait and would leave for school without her. In fact, it was only a short distance to school from here; usually, when they commuted between school and this place without taking the bus, it felt just like living in a dormitory—walking to class.
So every time they were late for school, he would leave her behind and go to class first. After all, she liked to dawdle and procrastinate, so he let her take her time.
Walking into the room and thinking about this made his heart ache suddenly.
Every time they were late for class should be considered his fault. Her Biological Clock was very punctual; she woke up at the same time every morning and got out of bed. But he often played lazy, lying in bed and pulling her back to him.
In front of others, she was strong-willed, competitive, stubborn, and mischievous. But only in front of him did she become particularly gentle and weak. She had never rejected him; as long as he clung to her, she would give in to him. Even if she was reluctant, even if she knew they were going to be late, even if she anxiously checked the time on her phone multiple times, as long as he held onto her, her heart softened completely.
However, when he clung to her, it wasn't like other couples in love who were sweet and joyful. He remained cold and aloof, making it impossible for her to guess his thoughts—unpredictable. Moreover, once he got out of bed, he wouldn't linger for a moment and would impatiently wait for her.
She followed behind him like a little bride accustomed to being spoiled, but she was still happy, calling out, "Brother Shaojie, wait for me."
As long as he was by her side, her world felt safe, and her sky was clear and blue.
He stroked the neatly folded bedding and lay down; it was very warm. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
That night, he stayed in the rented apartment he had moved out of a long time ago, sleeping warmly and soundly.
At the same time, he missed her dearly.
The next day, he woke up close to noon and went to the house he shared with Su Hailu. It was just lunchtime, but she wasn't there; she probably went out to eat. An Shaojie hesitated for a moment before moving all his study materials and disposable items back to the house he rented with Qinglan.
Then, he spent the rest of the day reading in their rented apartment.
However, he couldn't focus on his studies; all he could think about was her.
From time to time, he picked up his phone to check. He was waiting for her call or text.
But until it was almost evening, he had not received her New Year's greeting message or call. Later, he remembered that he had changed his phone number long ago and hadn't told anyone; how could she call or text him?
So, he called Shaw Min. He thought that since it was New Year’s, she would definitely go to their house, and Shaw Min would surely tell her his new number. Thus, since the day of the New Year when he moved his things back from Su Hailu's place, he had been living in their "little home" throughout the winter break. He was waiting for her.
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