If I had the chance to do it all over again, I definitely wouldn't do it that way. I never wanted to face the word "simp," but now I have to admit that in the past few years, I was even worse than a simp.
Extremely humble.
So humble it's pathetic.
It is pitiful, yet it is also full of self-inflicted blame.
Thinking of this, I sighed, and after confirming that there was nothing else on this page of the diary, I walked to Song Qingrong's bedside and quietly looked at her as before.
Song Qingrong had already fallen asleep, clutching the big-eared dog doll tightly in her arms, with tear stains still visible at the corners of her eyes.
"I never imagined that in your eyes at the beginning..."
"That's the kind of person he would be."
As I spoke, I couldn't help but laugh.
To be honest, I originally thought that no one would know about this dark history of mine, because I had never mentioned it to anyone. Even if I might have unconsciously talked about my family with her or Lin Qingxue before, I can be sure that I would not have gone into too much detail. Most of the time, I would have just touched on it.
Unexpectedly, Song Qingrong seemed even more delicate than I had imagined.
Song Qingrong did come to see me that day.
At first, they sent me an emoji, but it wasn't the kind that looks cute or adorable; it was just a common soldier emoji.
You can probably already imagine that expression.
The key point is that Song Qingrong didn't just send one; every time she chatted with me afterward, she would add a soldier emoji. Eventually, I got so frustrated that I asked, "Um... why are you so fond of this emoji?"
Instead of replying, Song Qingrong sent me the same emoji again.
I was so angry that I simply stopped replying to her.
I even considered whether the woman had some kind of illness and whether I should just block her.
Although I didn't do it in the end.
Who knew that my failure to block her would allow this farce caused by the emojis to continue until Song Qingrong and I truly became friends.
"It's just a pity..."
"There's no going back."
Looking at the sleeping Song Qingrong, I felt a pang of nostalgia for the past for the first time. But what I missed was not Gu Nianci, but all the little things that happened after I met Song Qingrong.
However, this world doesn't allow you to regret things.
There will be no more opportunities to choose again.
That's why the word "regret" comes to mind.
At that moment, I suddenly felt...
Perhaps I have already fallen in love with Song Qingrong.
This kind of love is different from the feeling I have for Yan Yin.
It's a feeling of wanting to make amends, wanting to hug her, wanting to give her a future.
only……
Is there still a chance?
Before I knew it, dawn broke. This peaceful feeling always seemed to pass too quickly. As the sun rose, I felt my body become a little blurry again.
It seems like I'm getting closer to completely disappearing.
Song Qingrong woke up from her sleep. She must have been dreaming all night. When she woke up, her eyes were full of tears. I tried to wipe them away for her during the night, but I couldn't.
At this time, Song's mother also arrived.
When Song Qingrong opened the door, I saw Song's mother carrying large and small bags. She first wished Song Qingrong a happy birthday, and then waved the things in her hands.
"Mom bought the ribs."
"After we finish making them, we'll send some to Xu Ruo as well."
"Mom, thank you." Song Qingrong's eyes immediately reddened.
I paused for a moment, thought for a second, and whispered, "Thank you, Mom."
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