Drenched in wind and rain, you come from the sea (29)

  So, escaping may not necessarily be the best choice.

  So, Lucy Yang pursed her lips and directly ignored the sentence that Duan Chenliang had just said. She deliberately raised her voice, but it was stiff: "How could my school bag be with you?"

  Duanchen Liang naturally raised his head, meeting the clear gaze of Lucy Yang. As if retaliating, he also directly ignored her words and said to her in a decisive tone: "Don't like me."

  Don't like me.

  No matter whether you agree or disagree, can or cannot do it, just don't like me.

  How could Lucy Yang have imagined that before she had even confessed her feelings or acknowledged her liking, the other person had already sentenced her to death?

  Lucy Yang's body trembled slightly, her hands grasping the backpack in her arms even tighter. She stared at the deep, bottomless eyes in front of her, and just as she was hesitating about whether to continue staring like this, Duan Chenliang suddenly lowered his head and continued eating, not looking at her again.

  At this time, Lucy's eyes began to moisten, she tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, and the force of biting her lower lip also kept increasing, as if only when her lips felt painful, it could distract her attention, and her heart wouldn't hurt so much.

  She sat stiffly in her seat, not even daring to move randomly, as if she would burst into tears at the slightest movement.

  "Don't admit to anyone that you like me." Before Lucas could respond, Duan Chenliang said another sentence in a tone as if he was telling his opponent that he had eaten enough, so casual and with a hint of satisfaction.

  What a disgusting tone!

  And from start to finish, Duan Chenliang never looked up at Lucas again.

  Lucy Yang stared intently at the person in front of her, believing that he must have felt her gaze and was unwilling to lift his head, unwilling to meet her pitiful eyes.

  But Lucy Yang didn't put on a pitiful look, even if she was very sympathetic to herself, she didn't want to admit that she was a poor worm who had been sentenced to death before she even started confessing. It didn't matter how others looked at her feelings for him, no matter who picked up her seven-year unrequited love and ridiculed her in front of everyone, making her feel ashamed, she could shrug it off nonchalantly. But he couldn't do that, only Duan Chenliang had no right to ridicule her.

  Lucy Yang struggled for a long time before the mist in her eyes dissipated, and she stood up from her seat with a huff, carrying her school bag. Despite the voice in her heart urging her to apologize, she still stubbornly put on a face of mockery, suppressing the overwhelming sadness as she stared at the boy in front of her, saying in a nonchalant tone: "Who says I like you? Don't think that all girls in the world must like you. I'm different from them."

  She is indeed different from them, others have the courage to admit that they like her in their hearts, but she doesn't.

  It was an undeniable fact, but she still managed to deny it.

  But who would still believe it?

  Of course, Lucy Yang also knew that no fool would believe what she said. The diary was written in black and white, every small matter and her every emotion were written so detailed and delicate, it's not hard to see that it was her true feelings and secrets. But she had no choice, it seemed like the only way to regain her poor self-esteem was to deny this persistent emotion. Putting aside self-esteem, as an ordinary girl, being rejected was indeed a shameful thing.

  Before Duanchen Liang could react, Lucy Yang grabbed her backpack and ran towards the exit of the cafeteria. Sitting in his seat, Duanchen Liang slowly put down his chopsticks, watching as Lucy Yang's slender figure disappeared into the dazzlingly bright entrance of the cafeteria, silently clenching his fist, his throat suddenly constricting.

  Everyone is trying to hide their true selves, but in this chaotic and tumultuous youth, who doesn't have a storm raging in their heart?

  I originally wanted to update more often, but the semester is ending soon and I'll run out of saved drafts quickly, so I have no choice but to inconvenience all of you.