Seeing Gu Qingqing's shocked expression, it was clear she didn't believe him.

This made Fu Jue feel somewhat sad and down.

Is it strange or terrifying that he likes her?

Or did you forcefully kiss her earlier and scare her?

"Qingqing, I really like you, no! I love you, I love you, Qingqing. Believe me, I really love you so much."

Fu Jue tightened his grip on her slender waist, afraid she might run away at any moment.

"Fu Jue, are you serious?" Gu Qingqing came back to her senses, still incredulous.

Does he really like her?

It's not the kind of affection that's between siblings? Nor is it friendship?

Fu Jue's eyes sparkled. "I love you, I've loved you for two hundred days, every day and every night has brought me both happiness and pain."

He lowered his head and moved closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Happiness comes from liking you. My heart is filled with you. At first, just being able to see you every day was my source of happiness. Later, the pain came from being good to you and caring for you, but you never realized my feelings."

"Fu Jue, I..." Gu Qingqing turned her head away, avoiding his touch and gaze.

She really couldn't handle his deep affection.

So he had been looking at her like that before. Was she stupid or naive that she couldn't see it?

But he...

"Qingqing, do you like me?" Fu Jue mustered up his courage and finally asked the question. He appeared calm, but his heart was pounding with anxiety, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down.

He released his arms from around her waist, lifted her up, held her head, and gently straightened her back to look into his eyes.

"I..." I couldn't say it.

Do you like him?

Still don't like it?

Gu Qingqing couldn't give an answer for a moment. Under Fu Jue's deep and affectionate gaze, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.

Fu Jue felt a mix of disappointment and sadness. She was keeping him hanging by her own teeth by not giving him an answer, but her avoidance of him made him feel like she didn't like him.

He never had the courage to confess his feelings to her because he was afraid she wouldn't like him.

It will be awkward to even be friends with them then.

It would be better to use his status as her "sworn brother" to meet with her frequently, maintain a relationship, and their feelings for each other would grow stronger day by day.

Even if in the end she depends on him and can't live without him, if this feeling is just familial, he can accept it.

Love and marriage don't necessarily require both parties to like each other.

"I'm sorry, Qingqing, I went too far today. Hit me! Consider it my punishment. I won't bother you anymore. You can't force a relationship."

He needed to vent. What pain is there in hitting someone's body? It's his heart that's aching the most.

He was heartbroken.

From now on, even unrequited love can't continue.

She even hates him now and plans to stop seeing or associating with him.

You really can't be impatient.

But he couldn't wait any longer; the taste of unrequited love was too bitter and astringent.

Hit him?

punish?

Gu Qingqing was stunned. She raised her eyes and saw that Fu Jue's eyes were full of heartbreak and bitterness.

"Master Fu..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say them.

What should she say?

He did nothing wrong?

She wasn't angry? She didn't dislike him?

Saying anything is wrong, so it's better to say nothing.

Fu Jue grabbed Gu Qingqing's hands and punched them directly in the chest.

Startled, she screamed. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to shake off his hand, she had already used her own hand to hit him seven or eight times.

"What are you doing? Fu Jue, I won't allow you to do this." Seeing his self-harming behavior, Gu Qingqing felt as if her heart was being pricked by needles.

After breaking free from his grasp, he continued to beat his chest with his own hands.

"Fu Jue! No! You can't do this. I'm not angry, I don't hate you." She tried to grab his hand, but he was too emotional to hold on.

"No! Fu Jue, I beg you, please stop hitting me. I'm not angry with you, really, I don't hate you. Fu Jue, please."

Every time he hit her, the pain was physical on him, but it hurt in her heart.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Why does it hurt so much?

Is it because you feel sorry for him?

still……

A crystal-clear tear rolled down her cheek from the corner of her eye and landed on the back of Fu Jue's hand.

His skin was burning hot, and so was his heart.

"Qingqing..." Was she crying?

He made her cry again.

His love brought her no joy or happiness, but instead brought her tears.

Fu Jue stopped his self-harm and pulled Gu Qingqing into his arms. He kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

If she is unhappy, then he will let her go.

What in this world is more important than her happiness?

His happiness was built upon her happiness; when she was happy, he was happy too.

“Fu Jue…” Hearing his apology, Gu Qingqing felt a mix of emotions, a truly unpleasant feeling.

Unhappiness only leads to more suffering.

Why have they ended up in this situation?

Are they torturing each other simply because he likes her and she can't accept it?

Is this love?

After sweetness comes bitterness, and finally, pain?

"Qingqing, do you forgive me?" Fu Jue had actually heard her say that she was angry with him but didn't dislike him.

I just don't know if that's what she really meant, or if she was trying to persuade him to stop hurting himself.

Should I forgive him?

Gu Qingqing asked herself this question in her heart. After calming down, she realized that she wasn't angry, repulsed, or disgusted at all after he kissed her.

Have you gotten used to his scent and his company?

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