What's so interesting about a window with rain streaming in? The rain just gets the birds' wings wet. And what do those dandelions on the ceiling represent?
What did you draw?
Bai Xiaoruo paused for a moment while holding the colored pencil, then continued coloring and answered him, "A bird longing for freedom."
"Freedom? Its wings are perfectly fine, how can it not be free? The window is open, can't it fly out at any time?"
Bai Xiaoruo continued, "It seems free, but in reality, it's like a prisoner. Even if it's pouring rain outside the window, even if it won't be able to move forward after flying out for a while, it still longs to leave this cage."
Dandelions are the freest of all; they drift with the wind, landing anywhere, perhaps facing death, or perhaps taking root and sprouting...
With Bai Xiaoruo's explanation, Xuan Mingyu roughly understood her feelings when she created this painting.
She was painting, but she was also painting herself.
She was like that little gray bird, yearning for the freedom outside the window. She longed for the dandelion to drift away in the wind, but also regretted that neither the bird nor the dandelion could ever choose what they wanted.
The bird's eyes are blue; those are its tears.
She was blaming him.
She blamed him for keeping a close eye on her these past few months, not letting her go out, and rarely having time to spend with her.
"Would you like to go out?"
"In no mood."
Bai Xiaoruo clearly wanted to, but she said things against her will to Xian Mingyu.
He knelt down beside her, took her hand, and said, "I won't go to work tomorrow. I'll spend the whole day with you. I'll go wherever you want, okay?"
She glanced at him with cold eyes, a hint of sarcasm flashing across them, and subtly withdrew her hand from his.
Bai Xiaoruo put down her paintbrush, supported her waist, and slowly stood up. "No need."
She didn't need his sympathy or pity, nor did she need his so-called companionship or staying any longer.
She felt exhausted every second she spent with him.
She turned to leave the room, but Xuan Mingyu grabbed her hand again. "Don't you want to face me at all?"
Bai Xiaoruo stopped walking and remained silent.
"What did I do wrong? Just tell me, and I'll change. I don't like you like this."
He still misses her more—the silly, insecure girl who would act cute towards him and pout as she snuggled into his arms whenever she needed him.
Her inexplicable indifference chilled him to the bone.
Even if you're angry with him, you should at least explain why so he knows where he went wrong.
They had argued and had countless cold wars, but never before had it been so prolonged and so confrontational.
She had to give him a reason today, otherwise he would never let her leave so easily.
Bai Xiaoruo remained silent for a minute, without turning to look at him, before speaking softly:
"If you don't like it, then don't like it."
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