Drenched in wind and rain, you come from the sea (26)

  Lucy Yang bit her lips hard, forcing her eyes wide open, but no matter how hard she tried, a layer of mist still rose in her eyes, slowly, slowly, the mist grew thicker and thicker, condensing into a ball.

  Lucy Yang never thought that the secret she had hidden for seven years would be exposed to the public one day, and in such a way, being ridiculed by everyone as a laughing stock. She suddenly felt desperate and even wanted to cry out loud.

  But she stubbornly warned herself again and again in her heart that she absolutely could not do so.

  Bai Mo carefully examined the elegant handwriting, and after a long time, he discovered that the contents recorded on it were Lucy's diary entries. For one second, Bai Mo was stunned, his emotions complex as he turned his face away, looking at Lucy whose eyes were filled with tears, and the anger in his heart rose again.

  Lucy Yang always acts like this, no matter what happens outside, she has to pretend to be deaf and dumb, even if she is heartbroken, she does not want to make any resistance.

  "If I knew who the hell did it, I'd beat him to death!" Bai Mo cursed as he tore down the notices on the bulletin board.

  Bai Mo was furious, and as soon as Lucy Yang suffered even a little bit of injustice, she couldn't hold back the indignation in her heart. She had to vent it out, had to let everyone see her anger, to warn those who hurt her good friend not to be arrogant. And at this time, Lucy Yang was quiet like a dead water.

  Even if you tear it apart, what can you do? Isn't it still seen by everyone? Even if some people haven't seen it yet, what's the point? Rumors will never stop because of your wishes, why waste energy on futile things?

  It's just that, Ba Miao, don't be so concerned about it, that will only make me even more heartbroken.

  Lucy Yang looked at Bai Mo sadly as he struggled to tear the paper, silently sucked his sour nose, and then turned around by himself, wanting to leave.

  But the moment she turned around, Lucy Yang found that she and Bai Mo had been tightly surrounded by the crowd. She involuntarily took a step back, calmed down, and then stepped forward again. However, no matter which direction she walked, nobody was willing to give way, as if everyone wanted to trap her here. Or perhaps, everyone simply wanted to see what would happen next; if she left, the fun would be gone.

  "My heart is so heavy, every step is a struggle, first intentionally getting close, then..."

  "She's actually very brave...... But why did it have to be her......"

  "Wow, Yu Hua has been so lively recently, it's really joyful!"

  ……

  Lucy Yang silently pinched the hem of her clothes, and the thick fog in front of her eyes finally turned into tears rolling down. She looked at the people in front of her in a daze, wanting to ask everyone not to say anything else, not to discuss this matter anymore, but as soon as she spoke, she choked up again.

  Lucy Yang even hated her own weakness, why did she have to cry in front of people? Why did she let everyone see her incompetence and then watch others' triumphant smiles with a heavy heart? Just like Duan Chenliang had once said to her - Even if you cry yourself to death, it won't change anything.

  Lucy Yang was somewhat astonished that a sentence she had initially thought was so devoid of warmth had now become her truth.

  "I'm so bored to death." Such a careless tone floated down from Lucas's head.

  Before Lucy could react, one of her wrists was already tightly grasped by someone. The palm of that hand transmitted a temperature that was somewhat scorching, like a fierce fire burning her skin.

  Lucy Yang stared at that one white and slender hand in astonishment, unable to help but wonder if it was him.