Jiang Li sat on a small sofa in the corner of the room, curled up with her hands around her knees.

Jiang Li did not draw the curtains, but the surrounding environment seemed dim, and it seemed that night was approaching.

As for how long he had been sitting in this position, even Jiang Li couldn't tell. It seemed that he had been sitting there since he returned to the Seventh Welfare Home.

Her mind was in a mess, with many chaotic and strange thoughts running through it.

She closed her eyes.

……don't want!

Why?

So cold, so scary!

Friends? Lovers? Family...

flower? Platycodon flower.

No, none of this is right, lover?

No, I am not, I I... What am I?

…

Jiang Li's hands had climbed up his hair at some point and were tearing it hard, as if trying to get rid of his chaotic thoughts.

"Ugh," Jiang Li let out a low groan of pain. The emotional fluctuations caused the long-lost pain in her heart to reappear.

Jiang Li stopped tearing his hair and instead clutched his chest tightly, trying to relieve the unimaginable pain.

The pain made her close her eyes.

…“Hu, hu, hu.”

It's just a confession, is it that serious? Is it that serious? Is it that serious?

It's not because of this, it's because of myself.

I am not, I am, what am I?

What is it? What is it? What is it?

I am an abandoned person, and he doesn't know my past, so he likes me.

Well, it must be like this, it must be like this, it must be like this.

No, I don't want this.

No! That's what I want.

In the past, it was too disgusting and they would not accept it.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.

…

"vomit."

Jiang Li's whole body went limp and she fell off the sofa. She supported herself on the ground with one free hand and opened her mouth to retch, but nothing came out except a few drops of saliva.

"Huff, huff, huff," Jiang Li's breathing was extremely heavy as his thin chest rose and fell.

In Mo Jingchun's opinion, Jiang Li is a strong person, but what he doesn't know is that Jiang Li's so-called strength is actually built on the fragile node of mental breakdown.

Jiang Li is a contradictory person, and this was shown a long time ago.

But Jiang Li's contradiction is not only reflected in her daily behavior, but also in her deep spirit.

Jiang Li closed his eyes again.

...It's so painful, why me? Don't try to get close to me anymore, don't get stained with my color, don't let yourself feel sad, don't let yourself suffer.

pain……

Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Why does it hurt so much? What did I do wrong?

…

“Boom boom boom!”

At the moment when her consciousness was about to fall off the cliff, a crisp but affirmative knock on the door pierced through the chaotic thoughts in Jiang Li's mind and reached her ears clearly.

Jiang Li opened his eyes, and his conflicting thoughts disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only some wet marks around his eyes.

Jiang Li looked at the door of the room, and some doubts emerged in his mind. He knew that there were only a few people living here, so who was knocking on the door now?

Or... Jiang Li frowned.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was another rapid knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar voice, "Jiang Li, it's me."

Jiang Li suddenly stopped moving and remained slumped on the ground. The shadow in the room enveloped her, and she seemed to have turned into a black statue.

Mo Jingchun was standing at the door of 301. It took him a lot of effort to find this place.

Mo Jingchun was still unaware of it until he had even said the words of love.

But after he said in person today that he liked Jiang Li, Mo Jingchun realized that the feelings in his heart had gradually grown to a point that he could no longer ignore.

It was this feeling that drove him to find the fleeing Jiang Li.

Mo Jingchun's handsome face showed determination, as if he was determined to knock the door open.

Just as he raised his hand to knock for the third time, the door in front of him made a click and opened from the inside.

"Jiang Li, what's wrong with your hair?"

Mo Jingchun looked at Jiang Li in front of him with messy hair and a decadent air, and asked in surprise and suspicion.

Jiang Li didn't say anything, but just silently glanced at Mo Jingchun outside, then stepped aside and motioned him to come in.

Mo Jingchun walked across the porch and came to where Jiang Li lived.

The one-bedroom and one-living room layout is not very big, but it is more than enough for one person to live in.

Mo Jingchun stood in the living room and looked around. The place was very clean and tidy, and everything seemed so well organized. Although small, it had everything, which was in line with Jiang Li's usual style.

Jiang Li pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat on the side close to the wall. Seeing this, Mo Jingchun pulled out the chair opposite and sat down. The two of them sat on opposite sides of each other.

Mo Jingchun had a lot of things hidden in his heart, and he wanted to tell them all right now. He wanted to tell Jiang Li that he had actually fallen in love with her a long time ago.

On that rainy night with thunder and lightning, on that moonlit night with gentle evening breeze, on that snowy night with heavy snow.

But Mo Jingchun was speechless when he looked at Jiang Li's cold and distant face in front of him.

After a long time, Jiang Li spoke.

"Mo Jingchun, isn't being friends good enough?" Jiang Li's eyes welled up with tears, but he insisted on not letting them fall. "Weren't we friends before? Why did you destroy our relationship?"

“Not to destroy, but to deepen.”

Mo Jingchun disagreed with Jiang Li's words. His expression was serious. "Jiang Li, I like you. The reason I'm emphasizing this to you is because you always try to comfort yourself. My confession to you today means I'm no longer satisfied with just being your friend. I want to be your lover, and even your life partner."

Jiang Li was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "But I won't agree to your request."

"It's okay," Mo Jingchun said with a relaxed smile on his handsome face, "I like you, this is my business, I will prove it with my actions."

Jiang Li was silent. She couldn't change Mo Jingchun's mind.

"It feels so good to say what's on my mind."

Mo Jingchun smiled and stood up. He walked back to the door and turned to look at Jiang Li. "Well, I'm leaving, Jiang Li."

He unlocked the door and stepped back into the entrance.

Mo Jingchun stood outside the door, it was dark.

Jiang Li stood inside the door, surrounded by light.

In the dim light, Mo Jingchun had an affirmative smile on his face, while in the light, Jiang Li had an incomprehensible expression on his face.

They are in different scenery but in the same time.

Jiang Li, she is the dawn that cannot rise, the dusk that cannot darken, she exists in the middle position, in eternal contradiction.