The Deepest, Most Repressed Secret (19)

  Lucy Yang also stared back at Lu Man fiercely, the two of them were like they were in a silent war, whoever could hold on to the end would be the winner.

  But the silence was soon broken by Lu Man, whose sharp gaze gradually turned into a pool of sorrowful water. Her tired voice softly spoke: "Okay, I admit that when Bai Mo saw me and Lin Yi Xuan holding hands on the track, it was our premeditated plan. I admit that Lin Yi Xuan and I are as close as siblings, and to help him, I can let Bai Mo dislike me, or even you, or more people together! I admit that every time I intentionally or unintentionally mocked you, it was because I also secretly had a crush on someone... And, it was me who misunderstood from the beginning that Duan Chen Liang liked you, so I couldn't help but confide in Lin Yi Shu and complain, which made Lin Yi Shu play tricks on you. I admit I wronged you..."

  Lucy Yang watched as Lu Man's tears rolled down her cheeks, and the soft sobbing sound in her ears was like a melancholic farewell song, evoking her pity.

  Why does she always have to play the role of exposing others? Why can't she just be smart and pretend not to know anything? Lu Man and herself are just the same kind of people, but Lucy Yang exposed the person in front of her as if taking revenge, and suddenly felt endless regret and guilt.

  "But, Lucy Yang, do you think you know everything? Have you ever thought about why Duan Chenliang is so cold to you? Do you think his heart is made of stone? He can't get close to you, do you know that? As long as he gets close to you, even if it's just a little bit of good feeling, Lin Yishu will hurt you with the intention of revenge."

  Lu Man's eyes still had tears in them, and her sad and indignant emotions were constantly amplifying in the same space. Lu Man took a step closer to Lucy Yang, and once again forcefully stuffed the camera into Lucy Yang's hands. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said tiredly, "This is what he asked me to take good care of before he went missing. I secretly looked at the photos inside. Whether you go or not is up to you, but I still care about his life and death, so do as you please."

  Lu Man finished speaking and rushed straight to the school gate, leaving Lu Xiyang alone, holding her camera in a daze. Lu Xiyang repeatedly recalled what Lu Man had said to her, although she didn't want to believe it, but there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her that because of Lu Man's words, she felt extremely guilty.

  In other words, Lucy Yang already believed what Lu Man said, but she didn't believe in herself. She didn't believe that Duan Chen Liang would do anything for her.

  Finally, Lucy Yang couldn't help but satisfy her curiosity and opened the card camera.

  What entered the eye was a backlit photo, the vast sunset hidden behind the girl's body, the sky dyed into a piece of orange-red color. The girl stood high beside the iron wire mesh, her hair lifted lightly by the gentle breeze, several strands of hair charmingly stuck to the girl's cheek, those eyes that seemed to smile but not quite smiled appeared even more profound and mysterious under the backlit effect.

  How could Lucy forget such a familiar scene? However, she took a long time to confirm that the person in the photo was herself, after all, the photo of herself was taken too beautifully.

  Lucy Yang didn't think much of it and directly browsed the next photo, what made her astonished was that she couldn't browse anymore. Because, that photo turned out to be the only one in the camera!

  Duanchen Liang's camera only had this one photo! Lucy Yang was shocked, as if she had been hit by something soft in her heart, and the irrepressible excitement kept hitting her chest cavity, but her nose tip was sour.

  At this time, the campus radio was playing Yang Zongwei's "Onion": "If you are willing to peel open my heart layer by layer, you will find that you will be surprised, you are my most suppressed and deepest secret..."

  When Lucy Yang heard this lyric, one after another crystal clear teardrops fell onto the camera screen, blurring the photo inside.

  Lucy tightly grasped her camera and ran away, ignoring the rolling tears.