"Third Miss, a tear-stained face won't look pretty."
Chi Musheng stepped off the stage and handed a handkerchief to Tu Shan Rongrong, indicating that she should wipe her face.
Tu Shan Rongrong took the handkerchief but did not wipe her face. Instead, she held it tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, and dared not look up at Chi Musheng.
"Anyway, you're the only one in the music studio. So what if you see them? It's not like it's the first time you've seen someone cry."
She knew that the moment Chi Musheng changed his address back to his original form was a reminder that it was time to wake up from the dream.
Chi Musheng cupped Tu Shan Rongrong's small face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his sleeve.
"Yes, we've seen it so many times, shouldn't we have let it go long ago? You crybaby, Miss Third."
The two looked at each other quietly, and Chi Musheng continued with a smile.
"Third Miss, I'm just a passerby who borrowed my things, not a rainbow in your memories. Don't think too highly of me. Just let it go, and let it go for me too."
He is not the good man you hoped for, nor can he continue to watch you; you are sinking deeper and deeper into this swamp of his.
Roses cannot be born in swamps, but will be submerged in endless filth.
Tu Shan Rongrong tried her best to hold back her tears, but she still couldn't help but sob a little.
"So love expires, right, Chi Musheng?"
Chi Musheng turned around, looked down at the strings, the lingering sound echoing in his mind, and finally spoke.
"Relationships are like investments; timing is crucial, and we both missed our best opportunities, Miss."
They both met each other at the wrong time, but their timing could never be perfect.
Tu Shan Rongrong likes Chi Musheng, who is meticulous and can do everything perfectly.
But Chi Musheng, who might have agreed to her request, was no longer alive before she even came to Tushan.
"Perhaps, some regrets can be made up for if you want to, Chi Musheng!"
Tu Shan Rongrong stood up defiantly, clutching the handkerchief in her hand. Giving up was not an option; she didn't want to agree, nor was she willing to.
Chi Musheng took a deep breath and let his arms hang down.
"But I'm tired, Third Miss."
These four words struck Tu Shan Rongrong like a bolt from the blue, leaving her stunned and speechless for a long time.
The book told her that she should hug Chi Musheng and say some comforting words.
But now, all that's left in my mind is a blur, like being in a downpour and not being able to see clearly as that figure walks further and further away.
Chi Musheng turned around, forcing a smile, as if she had let go of her worries.
"Our story has already ended with regrets, so putting a period to it is a kind of ending, isn't it, Miss San?"
For three years, he had been playing the role of a perfect suitor, a devoted admirer of Tu Shan Rongrong. Humans are made of flesh and blood, and perhaps he had developed some feelings that he shouldn't have had.
But he kept it all buried deep in his heart, constantly reminding himself that they could never be together, because lies are always exposed eventually.
Tu Shan Rongrong remained silent, unable to speak. She didn't want to distance herself from Chi Musheng, but if she didn't give up, it meant that Chi Musheng would distance himself from her and wouldn't allow her to get close. There was an invisible wall between them, so high that it was unseen.
Perhaps only by giving up can I get closer to her.
Tu Shan Rongrong's lips curled into a smile, but it looked more like a cry than a smile.
Everyone pays the price for their lack of appreciation. Even she, known as the Thousand-Faced Fox, couldn't escape it, hahaha...
"Chi Musheng, you said we were friends, so can we stay friends forever?"
At this moment, their expressions were remarkably similar; a thousand sorrows were buried deep within their hearts, and their gazes met, unable to speak.
Chi Musheng said with a smile, his eyes full of indifference.
"We've always been friends."
Yes, we've always been friends.
Tu Shan Rongrong repeated herself, her eyes filled with gloom, and even her words were heavy, as if she were shackled by layers of chains, making it unbearable.
"Chi Musheng, thank you."
Tu Shan Rongrong wiped away all her tears and accepted the decision, because someone had taught her what love was.
As a friend, I stay by your side and have the right to observe.
Chi Musheng squatted down and teased.
"Why are you thanking me? Shouldn't you have slapped me twice?"
Tu Shan Rongrong stepped forward and asked.
"Yeah, they might really want to slap you a couple of times, but do friends have that right?"
How could she bear to slap you and give up the chance for love? Staying as a friend is a way for her to stay by your side in a different way.
Chi Musheng took Tu Shan Rongrong's hand and held it to his own face.
"Of course! If you slap me twice, I absolutely won't fight back."
Well, he just wanted peace of mind. If Tu Shan Rongrong could really slap him twice, it would mean that the other party had truly let go.
Tu Shan Rongrong lowered her hand, but grabbed Chi Musheng's collar and said fiercely.
"I'll remember those two slaps. If I'm unhappy that day, I'll hit you back. You're not allowed to get angry, understand?"
She wants to keep those two slaps forever, so that someone will owe her two slaps for all eternity, and she can slap them anytime, with a clear reason.
Chi Musheng spoke in a strange tone, his words carrying a hint of tea.
"Alright, if you want, little sister, I'll save these two slaps for you. But do it sooner rather than later, because you might not be able to take it down one day, and don't blame your brother then."
He also wanted to try Tu Shan Rongrong's method, the tea master.
"Hmph, just don't forget, brother. I'll definitely offer it to you someday."
Tu Shan Rongrong snorted coldly and left, muttering to herself as she went out.
"Chi Musheng, I'm really unwilling to be just friends for the rest of my life."
As Chi Musheng gazed at Tu Shanrong's small, insignificant figure, he felt nothing but deep sorrow.
Don't be fooled by how relaxed he seems; he really doesn't feel any pain.
I placed my palm against my chest, feeling the different heartbeat.
I silently apologized to myself, little fox. Maybe I liked you too, but I wasn't sure, I didn't dare to admit it, and I'm still lying to you now.
A person like him doesn't deserve it; it's all a facade.
His disguise was so perfect that no one could see his darkness, only his outward beauty.
Like an oasis in the desert, it appears vibrant from the outside, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be just a pile of sand, deceiving all passersby.
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