After the hot pot feast ended, the group walked out of the restaurant noisily.
The cool night breeze carried away some of the heat from inside the house.
Xie Huaiye and Yan Ning naturally walked a few steps ahead.
Sun Wuji and Qi Minghao, those two lively characters, followed behind with their arms around each other's shoulders.
Su Muyao walked silently at the back.
"Hey, Lao Xie."
Sun Wuji nudged Xie Huaiye with his elbow and winked, saying:
"I saw you secretly give that slice of premium Wagyu beef you just cooked to Yan Ning! You didn't even eat any yourself, did you?"
Qi Minghao immediately fanned the flames from the side.
Mimicking Xie Huaiye's tone, he said in a strange voice:
"This is cooked, eat it quickly."
"Oh my, when did our young master Xie become so good at taking care of people? Why don't I get this kind of treatment?"
Xie Huaiye was a little embarrassed.
He raised his hand to touch his nose, without turning around, and just chuckled and cursed:
"Get lost, even food can't shut you up."
Yan Ning lowered her head slightly, the soft light of the streetlights falling on her profile.
A faint blush appeared on her skin.
She neither denied it nor said anything.
That tacit acceptance is more glaring than any words.
Su Muyao's heart clenched suddenly, as if she had been pricked by a needle.
She quickly lowered her head.
Pretend to be looking at the road beneath your feet.
But his ears couldn't block out every word and every laugh coming from the front.
"That's right!"
Sun Wuji wasn't finished yet, and continued to yell, "The same thing happened last time we were playing games, and Sister Ning even cried out for help."
"Someone was so eager to teleport in and take the hit! Why weren't you this eager when we died?"
"Double standards! Utterly double standards!"
Qi Minghao beat his chest and stamped his feet, his acting was extremely exaggerated:
"Brothers are like clothes, right, Young Master Xie?"
Xie Huaiye, exasperated by their antics, laughed and turned around as if to kick them.
"If you keep complaining, no one will heal you in the next dungeon!"
The three of them laughed and joked around, and Yan Ning was also amused and chuckled.
The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
Each of these jokes felt like a dull knife.
It slowly cuts back and forth in Su Muyao's heart.
The happier they laughed and the more boisterous they were, the more lonely and cold she felt.
She felt like an outsider.
Completely isolated from that hustle and bustle.
She watched Xie Huaiye's natural protectiveness towards Yan Ning.
That was a treatment she had never received before.
A cold wind blew by, and Su Muyao hugged her arms tightly, but she couldn't feel any warmth.
It felt like there was something sour and astringent stuck in my throat.
I can't swallow it, and I can't spit it out.
...
Finally, we arrived at the fork in the road.
Xie Huaiye said to Yan Ning naturally, "Let's go, I'll take you back."
"Wow, how romantic!"
Sun Wuji and Qi Minghao immediately let out an even louder scream.
Su Muyao suddenly raised her head and quickly said:
"I'm going back now!"
She didn't wait for anyone's response.
Almost as if fleeing, she turned and quickly walked towards her apartment.
She walked faster and faster, until she almost jogged, stumbling and rushing back to her room.
"Bang!"
The door was slammed shut.
The world fell silent instantly.
Su Muyao leaned against the cold door panel and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.
The floor was cold, but she couldn't feel it.
The lights were off inside.
Only a dim, yellowish light from the streetlights outside the window managed to shine in.
Su Muyao hugged her knees and buried her face in them.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
The scene from just now kept flashing through her mind:
Xie Huaiye handed the meat to Yan Ning.
Sun Wuji winked and egged them on.
Qi Minghao's strange and exaggerated imitations.
And... Xie Huaiye's smiling eyes.
He Yanning's slightly blushing, yet overflowing with happiness, profile view.
Every scene was like a fine needle, pricking the softest spot in her heart.
She felt both lonely and wronged.
My nose feels sore and my throat feels tight.
At this moment—
A voice rang out without warning.
It was light and soft, like cold silk gliding over the skin.
"You must be feeling really bad inside, right?"
Su Muyao trembled violently and looked up instantly!
"who?!"
She looked around in horror, her heart pounding.
The room was empty; she was all alone.
The voice chuckled softly, as if breathing against her ear:
"Don't look for me anymore, I'm right here in your heart. The one who's secretly crying."
Su Muyao felt a chill run down her spine.
"You're talking nonsense! Come out here!" Her voice was shrill and filled with fear.
"Whether you're talking nonsense or not, you know best."
The voice was neither hurried nor slow, each word striking a chord with her nerves:
"Why did you run away? Why did you hide? Why... were you so jealous of her?"
Every word was like a knife, precisely dissecting all of Su Muyao's pretenses.
She was powerless to refute, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Her gaze involuntarily turned to the dressing table.
That oval mirror.
In the dim light, it gleamed with an eerie, hazy glow.
The mirror surface suddenly rippled slightly, like water.
Then, a blurry figure slowly coalesced in the mirror—
Not one.
Instead, they are two overlapping shadows!
One was Su Muyao's own pale and terrified face.
The other one was a woman wearing a blood-red dress!
Her figure was graceful, her face was indistinct, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
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