Having received no reply from Song Yansheng, Su Xiaoling was even more unable to sleep.

Does Song Yansheng really not like her?

Or does he actually like Feng Xixi?

Or is he already asleep?

So I didn't reply to her.

Su Xiaoling comforted herself that it was the latter, but the thought of Song Yansheng giving the scarf to Feng Xixi in the studio that day still made her feel sad.

Now, I can't sleep at all.

She stared at her phone screen without blinking until her eyes started to ache, at which point she finally looked away.

Close your eyes.

It seems he won't reply to her anymore.

Su Xiaoling opened a music app and found her own song, "I Like You".

I clicked play.

She wasn't lying before; she wrote the lyrics.

Every word she uttered was the truth she wanted to tell him.

Although it's a bit straightforward and simple, unlike the roundabout way of cultured people, all her heart is in it.

She didn't expect him to accept her right away; she only hoped that he would think of this song in his spare time, and that there was a girl who liked him very much.

Listening to this song now, Su Xiaoling suddenly felt a little wronged. He really didn't like her.

Should she rewrite a song now, titled "I Don't Like You"?

Her eyes were a little sore, and she rubbed them as if in a fit of pique.

I shared that song on Weibo.

SevensSuXiaoLingV: Next time, how about writing a song called "I Don't Like You Anymore"?

When she posted on Weibo, her fans didn't notice anything unusual about her.

Because Su Xiaoling usually likes to joke around, she is seen by her fans as a rather optimistic idol.

Shui Xiaoling: Impossible, I could never dislike you!

Ling Ge's Global Fan Club: As long as you write, we dare to listen. Little Ling, fly bravely, and your fans will bravely follow.

Su Xiaoling's family: Huh? You can write, but Mom won't allow you to have a relationship early.

...

Seeing the comments from my fans suddenly made me feel much better.

Actually, their line of work is sometimes really tiring, and the psychological pressure is also very high.

However, seeing the encouragement and support from her fans, even if it was just some comments, instantly gave her motivation.

Fully recovered.

but……

Fans are not Song Yansheng after all.

Su Xiaoling lay on her back on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling.

She was beautiful, so from childhood to adulthood, she was never short of boys who liked her.

She also cherishes every bit of warmth.

After meeting Song Yansheng, she didn't know why she liked him so much.

But whenever she saw his melancholy and forlorn eyes, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

She wanted him to smile.

I want to be with him.

It was as if Song Yansheng had a magnet, drawing her in. Even if it meant being shattered to pieces, she would still run towards him.

Now, Su Xiaoling suddenly felt a little lost.

Was what she did right or wrong?

As she was thinking, a WeChat notification sound suddenly rang.

Su Xiaoling was startled and quickly opened WeChat.

The message was sent by Song Yansheng.

sys: Hmm.

He replied to her.

Although it's still just one word.

But Su Xiaoling was satisfied.

This is probably what it's like to like someone.

They have no temper and no dignity whatsoever.

She held her phone and smiled.

Meanwhile, Song Yansheng logged out of WeChat.

I clicked into Su Xiaoling's Weibo again.

Looking at the Weibo post she made twenty minutes ago, I felt annoyed and upset.

See? That's the kind of contradictory and hypocritical person he is.

I had already made up my mind.

But she was still afraid... that she would stop liking him.