I am in Antarctica yearning for your North Star (17)

  A pointed chin, a sensual and slightly upturned thin lip, a straight nose, but the deep pool-like eyes revealed a few strands of disdain at this time. However, the originally fair and flawless face was red and swollen in a large area, with faint bruises vaguely visible.

  The sky was brightening to white, and Lucas Yang slightly narrowed his eyes, feeling a little dizzy, thinking it was just an illusion.

  She stared blankly at the young man in front of her, with a bewildered expression on her face, and her eyes looked bright and shiny because they were filled with tears.

  The young man slightly curled his lips: "Even if you cry yourself to death, it won't change anything."

  It wasn't an illusion after all.

  Lucy Yang bit her lip awkwardly and looked at the boy's cold face, she suddenly felt a chill.

  Even if you cry yourself to death, it won't change anything.

  The sentence was like an ice block that ruthlessly pressed on Lucas's heart, she couldn't understand how he could say a sentence so cruelly, directly hitting her chest and making it difficult for her to breathe.

  Lusiyang remained silent, Duan Chenliang adjusted the shoulder strap of his backpack and said: "Let's go home early! You're not Meng Jiangnu."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the young man let out a soft sigh and turned around to leave.

  Lucy Yang did not go home but instead sat down on the ground. She watched as the young man's back disappeared into the distance, feeling extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

  But she tried hard to convince herself that it wasn't because he was cruel, nor was it because he lacked compassion, but rather because they were never people of the same world, how could they easily empathize with each other?

  He was like a distant star, ten million eight thousand miles away from her.

  Just as she was in Antarctica, he was in the Arctic, and they were forever separated by the most distant distance.

  Lucy Yang leaned her head heavily against the wall behind her, making a dull thud. She seemed to feel no pain, her eyes staring blankly at the old brick wall opposite her, where sparse moss grew, but had turned somewhat yellow due to the season.

  As he watched, Lucien's tears flowed uncontrollably again.

  Perhaps she had shouted herself hoarse earlier, Lucy Yang made no more sound, she was like a wooden puppet that only knew how to cry, hugging her knees and sitting there motionless.

  But the young man who had already gone far away suddenly turned his head and looked back at the road to Xiyang, and with that one glance, he seemed to have thought of something, revealing a look of sudden realization.

  Duan Chenliang stood there, his body slightly tilted to one side, one hand grasping the shoulder strap of his backpack and the other hanging naturally by his side, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his eyes gradually became distant.

  After a while, he turned around and walked into another alley.

  Lucy Yang had been sitting in the alley for a long time, and she didn't know if it was because she cried so much that she suddenly felt very tired, or if her tears were really all gone. She stopped crying, and the tear stains on her face dried up in the wind.

  Lucy Yang sat quietly with her knees in her arms, like a wooden puppet that had been unplugged, her eyes dull and expressionless.

  "You haven't eaten since you got off the train, have you?" It wasn't until a lukewarm voice gently floated down from above Ruxi Yang's head that her eyeballs shifted slightly.

  A white and slender hand appears in front of me, with the thumb and index finger tightly grasping a bottle of nutritional quickline, while the other three fingers are pinching a bread between the bottle and fingers. If it weren't for the long enough fingers, how could one pinch a bread and a bottle of nutritional quickline so widely?

  Lucy Yang stretched her stiff neck, slightly tilted her face, and the young man's downcast face was as gentle as a calm lake, without a ripple. It was unclear whether it was because of the late hour, the dim light, or that the young man's face no longer held the aloofness of before.

  I saw that my buddy left a message saying "it's a habit" to update more, so I worked hard and updated two chapters today~~~~(_)~~~~ Then I have to work hard on storing drafts again, I'm a good person! Pray for me to pass the exam smoothly on June 6th, wuwu.

  The update time tomorrow is still 9:30 am.