...

A round of applause followed, and there were waves of applause. There was no cheering or shouting, just clapping quietly.

The girl on the stage gives people a strong sense of brokenness, making people reluctant to interrupt her pain.

She nodded slightly, without staying too long or saying thank you, and turned and left quietly.

...

The finale was a performance by many members of the academic union. No one was in the mood to listen. Everyone had a complicated look on their faces and no one knew what they were thinking.

...

As soon as Haitang got off the stage, she went out from the backstage. Behind the school auditorium was the playground where she had been imprisoned.

99: "Host, what are you doing outside?"

"fishing."

99 was about to ask, but then he saw Gu Jianhan running over. 99's mind was full of question marks, and he didn't understand anything at all...

...

Gu Jianhan walked in a hurry, breathing heavily. When he got closer, he saw the girl standing alone under the street light, looking up at the street light, not afraid of the glare...

"Feng Haitang."

The girl turned slightly, and when she looked at him, her pupils contracted violently. She turned away again in panic, raising her hand as if wiping away tears.

Gu Jianhan took a few steps forward and the girl retreated under the street light.

He reached out and grabbed the telephone pole behind her, pinning her down so that she had no way to retreat, and the two of them were very close to each other.

Gu Jianhan looked down at her, and the panic in the girl's eyes could not be hidden.

"Feng Haitang, what do you mean?"

She shook her head and uttered a few words with difficulty, "No, I'm sorry."

Gu Jianhan didn’t know what he was thinking. He felt a little violent and inexplicably heartbroken.

He leaned over and kissed her lips. Her lips were very cold, her eyes were slightly wide open, and her whole body was a little stiff, as if she was at a loss as to what to do.

...

The kiss was only brief, and Haitang pushed him away and turned her head away.

Gu Jianhan still kept his head down, looking a little dazed and confused.

I don't understand my own behavior, nor do I understand why she is hiding. Doesn't she like me?

"Feng Haitang, why are you hiding?"

"Jianhan, we have cancelled our engagement."

"I said I don't want to be relieved."

"The situation has been resolved."

"......".

Haitang's tears fell one by one, and Gu Jianhan felt that every one of her tears hit his heart hard, making his heart tremble violently.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, nothing should be like this...

The person I like is Qianqian.

His mind cleared up for a few seconds and he was about to retreat.

Haitang reached out and touched his face, then looked up at him very seriously, inch by inch, greedily, "Jianhan, let me look at you again, I don't want to forget you."

Gu Jianhan felt his head shaking violently again, but he kept his head down and did not move.

The sweet fragrance unique to girls wafts to the tip of my nose.

Gu Jianhan's throat rolled, and the wanton plundering feeling could not be suppressed. He took his hand off the telephone pole, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, forcefully pulled her forward, and gave her a deep kiss.

"Hmm..."

This time the kiss was no longer gentle, but increasingly heated, and no longer confined to one place, but rather wantonly plundering.

Haitang struggled slightly.

The other hand directly grabbed the back of her head, pressing her so that she could not resist. All her struggles and rejections were ineffective to him.

The kiss at this moment was like a violent gust of wind, wild and aggressive, prying open teeth and lingering.

When the kiss ended, they were both out of breath, and Haitang felt a little weak. He held her on his body to prevent her from slipping off.

...

"Feng Haitang."

Haitang leaned against him without saying anything.

Gu Jianhan also had complicated feelings. He had been dating Qianqian for such a long time, and the most they had done was hold hands. He respected her very much and had never been impulsive.

But for Haitang, I don't know when it started. I can't suppress the desire to possess her. Thinking of her fights with others, I can't control my anger. Seeing her tears, I hesitate again and again.

...

The two of them just hugged each other quietly, and could clearly feel each other's heartbeat.

"Akan, what are you doing?"