"Not every unrequited love can end in marriage. There are so many people who are in unrequited love, so why should I be the one who succeeds?"

"I've been pursuing this relentlessly for seven years without any results, which speaks volumes. It's time for me to let go."

Seeing Chen Lu's expression, Jiang Chao couldn't even continue playing the game.

He was very curious about how Chen Lu could speak with such a sense of relief and sadness.

Just then, a muffled clap of thunder sounded outside, followed by a heavy downpour.

"Holy crap, why is this weather so unpredictable?" Jiang Chao's eyes widened in shock.

I remember it was very cold at the beginning of the month, then it inexplicably turned into summer, and now it's even raining with thunderstorms.

Where is spring?

Chen Lu turned around and saw the lightning and thunder outside, and seemed to remember something.

Thunderstorms are the weather Mo Yuqing hates the most. She hates thunder and vaguely remembers that the weather was like this when her parents asked her who she wanted to be with.

He could still clearly recall the scene of him braving the heavy rain that night to go find Mo Yuqing, who had run away from home, even though he was just a child back then.

For some unknown reason, the two of them took a walk in the rain for half a day, and the next day they both had a fever for a whole day.

At that time, Chen Lu naively thought that he and Mo Yuqing would stay together forever, but she changed later.

He quickly shook his head with a wry smile and sat down next to Jiang Chao.

What does this have to do with who I am now...?

Just a few days ago, Chen Lu was surprised by his own ruthlessness. After all, he had liked Mo Yuqing for so long, so how could he be so indifferent to her crying in the cafeteria?

However, he quickly realized that he hadn't become like this in an instant; it was just that by the time he realized it, he was already heartbroken.

As his feelings were constantly neglected and hurt, his heart was sliced ​​into pieces over the years, like being slowly tortured.

His heart died slowly.