Sheng Wenzhi slowly clenched his fist, then relaxed it.
"Leaf, you've changed a lot."
"You said this a long time ago," Shang Yechu pressed, "Why are you only saying it now?"
Sheng Wenzhi shook his head: "That's different. Ye Zi, that's different. What does it matter if your appearance changes? What does it matter if your temperament changes? It's just an empty shell, just a slight change in how you conduct yourself. I would rather trade this face of mine for that lesson you just learned, even if I end up looking like you did in junior high for the rest of my life."
"Don't get sidetracked. Why now?"
Sheng Wenzhi finally replied, "I just read your notes. Your analysis of Xiao Yue is very similar to mine."
Sheng Wenzhi stammered, "Of course, I am not her. I just saw a bit of myself in her. But if you can understand Xiao Yue, then you will definitely be able to understand me."
It was a notebook that made Sheng Wenzhi open his heart to Shang Yechu. This sounds ridiculous, but it makes perfect sense when applied to this person.
“Of course, that’s not all,” Sheng Wenzhi gestured with difficulty. “The scene you just wrote was brilliant, better than mine. That’s why I felt…”
"Do you finally think I deserve your suffering?" Shang Yechu suddenly spoke up.
Sheng Wen was stunned, his hand gesture freezing in mid-air.
Shang Yechu raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but the expression she showed could hardly be called a smile; it was just a hint of flippant mockery.
“You think I’m an idiot, a fool, that I can’t understand your pain. You think that as long as you stay by my side and do things in the name of friendship to make up for your guilt, that’s enough. Gender doesn’t matter, my thoughts don’t matter—I don’t understand anything anyway, right?”
Shang Yechu chuckled, but the disappointment and coldness in her heart almost surged forth.
It's strange that she was actually disappointed by Sheng Wenzhi. She had thought she had completely given up hope on him long ago.
“Ye Zi,” Sheng Wenzhi said, his face showing unspeakable pain, “I’m sorry.”
Shang Yechu chuckled coolly, "You make it up to me, but you don't expect to communicate with me at all. It's like kicking a cat and then buying it some premium cat food as compensation. Until today, seeing that scene—"
Shang Yechu pointed to the notebook, "And the biographies of the people in this notebook, you suddenly realized that I am just like you, with the same noble soul? Is that right?"
Sheng Wenzhi's lips trembled slightly; he neither refuted nor dared to nod.
“I have suddenly been elevated from a person to a person, from a mental obstacle, a debt of gratitude, and a stumbling block. Suddenly I am qualified to have a spiritual exchange with you, and finally qualified to access your pain and past. Even your real name and gender are things I have only just been ‘honored’ to know, right?”
"leaf……"
"Really? Is that what you think?"
Sheng Wenzhi closed his eyes tightly.
Shang Yechu stared intently at Sheng Wenzhi's face. After learning the other person's true gender, the strong lines and sharp aura on this man's face, and all the details that Shang Yechu had previously overlooked, surfaced before her eyes. Shang Yechu suddenly realized that the other person's male characteristics were not actually so indistinct; it was just that Shang Yechu had been misled by her memories and had intentionally or unintentionally ignored them.
"Open your eyes," Shang Yechu said slowly. "This isn't the first time you've known me. Sheng Wenzhi, we've known each other for six years."
Including the long previous life, it has been more than ten years.
Sheng Wenzhi opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and pain.
"Tell me, why are you telling me all this?"
Sheng Wenzhi slowly opened his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "You're right. It's precisely because you're right that I realize it was the right choice to tell you all this. No one else understands me like this except you."
There is no cure.
Shang Yechu closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again. The indifferent disappointment had vanished, leaving only a faint mockery.
"I don't want to be your confidant or soulmate. I already know you well enough."
"I only have one question for you. Sheng Wenzhi, you said you treated me that way because you misunderstood that I liked you back then—then let me ask you, do you think someone who wants to pursue friendship is supremely pure and innocent, worthy of an apology from you?
"So, in your eyes, those who are not noble enough deserve to be humiliated?"
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