In the evening, Jiang Cheng knocked on her door, trying to wake her up to come out for dinner.
She did not respond.
Jiang Cheng stood at the door in silence for a while. He was not a man of many words, and besides, he did not believe that this was his fault. Even if he did not speak up today, he would speak up later.
Unfounded possessiveness can feel really abrupt.
Let her be...
After having this idea, he stopped paying attention to Luo Xiaoli and enjoyed a little peace and quiet. After finishing his meal, he left a portion of the food in the refrigerator so that she could heat it up in the microwave whenever she wanted.
Jiang Cheng then changed his clothes and shoes, preparing to go downstairs for a run and then come back to read, wondering how long Xiao Li would remain angry. He had no experience in comforting girls, so he chose to give up in the face of this situation.
Not coaxing is also a form of coaxing.
Sometimes you really do find that loving someone is like signing an unequal contract. You'll be happy for the person you like, sad for them, and jealous for their occasional neglect. Meanwhile, they'll always be fearless, because they're the one being loved, and therefore feel superior.
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Luo Xiaoli sat beneath a full-length mirror, on a soft white carpet, her arms wrapped around her knees. She stared at her reflection, her face pale, her lips bloodless. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying for so long, and her hair was a disheveled mess.
Her gaze was unfocused when she looked at herself, and she seemed mentally disoriented.
Actually, Xiao Li's anger had already subsided. What saddened her now was that she was about to leave.
She skillfully picked up her phone and opened the serialized post she had clicked on countless times before.
Here, Luo Xiaoli recorded every little detail from her high school entrance to her arrival in Lanjing, and the name that appeared most often was Jiang Cheng.
She randomly opened a few of the articles and began reading them intently.
On March 12th of her first year of high school, in the spring, Xiao Li wrote, "The weather in early spring is still very cold. I just found out that Fengzhou is more than 1,100 kilometers away from Lanjing. Even by plane, it takes a long time. I miss you so much, Brother Jiangcheng."
The following winter, heavy snow fell from the sky, engulfing the entire city and turning the world into a white wonderland. Dad fell ill and stayed in the hospital for a while without any improvement. Xiao Li wrote, "These days have been very unhappy. Seeing Dad looking so haggard breaks my heart. I just want him to get better quickly. I also hope that you, far away, are safe and happy and get through this long winter."
Another autumn has arrived, and Xiao Li is about to graduate. She has checked countless flights to Lanjing, her mind filled with thoughts of seeing Jiang Cheng again. What has he become? Has he forgotten her...? Luo Xiao Li often walks alone on the ancient sycamore-lined road in Fengzhou. The palm-sized leaves wither at the base and fall, covering the entire street.
In her post, she wrote, "If you ask me how heavy my longing is, it's not heavy at all, it's like the fallen leaves of the whole city."
One day, Luo Xiaoli graduated and traveled alone across mountains and seas to the gate of Lanjing Science and Technology College, where she met her brother.
Jiang Cheng had no idea that the seemingly deflated bag Luo Xiaoli was carrying at the school gate that day contained, most securely, an old, yellowed photograph.
Outside the frost-covered bamboo forest in the photo, two children are wrapped around each other's necks, smiling brightly. They are him and Xiao Li when they were young.
"Today, I am so happy. I have finally come to his city and found the brother I have been longing for. He is not much different from me in my memory."
Luo Xiaoli scrolled through the posts she had made, each one a cherished memory. Unbeknownst to her, tears welled up and streamed down her face again…
"In my prayers, I wish that you will always be with me."
Each sentence reminds me of you, each thought of you comes again.
It was the most enduring confession she made to the boy in her heart over countless years.
Luo Xiaoli really wanted to show all of this to Jiang Cheng and tell him, "Do you know how much I love you... Can you feel it?"
Those unreasonable possessivenesses and blatant selfishness all stem from sincere love.
What more do I need to prove this love? Do I have to lay my whole heart bare before you...?
She involuntarily shrank back, choking back tears helplessly in front of the mirror, as if she were about to cry until the world went dark.
I'm so tired...
Loving someone is really exhausting.
Luo Xiaoli's tears dripped onto her hands, and the wound on her palm, upon contact with the salty tears, occasionally caused a sharp, pricking pain.
Jiang Cheng was completely unaware of the oppressive atmosphere in the room.
He wandered around outside for over an hour, and when he felt the fullness in his stomach had almost disappeared, he prepared to go home.
He saw a dessert shop by the roadside and thought: Why don't I buy something to take home?
A short while later, Jiang Cheng came out from inside, carrying a small box of strawberry cake, and headed towards Huanjiang Residential Area.
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