Chapter 23: No Bloodshed, but Pain Nonetheless

  A desolate alley, the cold air mixed with a few strands of bloody smell, on the rough marble wall leaned a girl, only her perfect and delicate outline could be seen in the darkness.

  Tick-tock, tick-tock...

  The damp corner drips with water, just like the sound of time flowing.

  Xiao Fengxue leaned weakly against the cold wall, ignoring the dark and damp corners, as if she was born to be with darkness.

  Lifting her head high, she revealed a neck as proud and beautiful as a white swan's, her eyes were empty, slightly red-rimmed, and exuded a desperate sorrow.

  It was a habitual action of hers, looking up at the sky, and she could always force back her tears.

  Her right hand clenched into a fist and placed it by her side, her red lips in the darkness seemed to curve up slightly.

  Is Zheng Biya telling the truth?

  Has he always liked her? Can't he forget her? Does he feel like something is missing after losing her? Is he regretful of what happened and wants to make up for it?

  But what can be done, her heart which has been pierced a thousand times and is full of holes will no longer beat for anyone.

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  What an ironic two words.

  Afternoon.

  The leaden sky was overcast, and the raindrops fell gently on the sprawling lawn, splashing up tiny sparkles, spreading a thin layer of misty water vapor.

  The slanting rain outside the window seems to be telling an eternal love story.

  This is the first rain of autumn today...

  At this time, Xiao Fengxue leaned against the window and listened to the rain. The water droplets on the tip of the potted orchid leaves on the windowsill dripped rhythmically, playing a lively tune on the bamboo flute, ethereal, clear, and fragrant.

  She got up and opened the window a crack, reached out to catch a drop of water that was about to fall, rubbed it until it evaporated and disappeared, or perhaps dissolved into her blood. Her fingertips felt slightly cool, and in the misty air, there lingered a thread of melancholy, a thread of sorrow.

  Her eyes began to turn empty and unfocused, her thoughts drifting away.

  Many times, listening to the patter of raindrops, she would recall that year, the summer rainy season.

  She was fifteen years old.

  Met Zheng Biya, met Su Jin.

  And...

  In that summer of flying rain, the warm and sunny boy left a scar in her limited youth.

  No blood, but it hurts.

  "What are you doing!" Until a cold voice came from beside her, it called back her soul.

  Turning her head, she saw Emperor Ling standing behind her, holding a white packaged bag, frowning at her with his hair wet and dripping with water droplets, his chiseled face now had a hint of disheveled beauty, even someone as calm as her couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

  "How did you end up coming to school? It's really rare." She pouted.

  "How can I not come to school now? Stupid woman, doesn't she know that this will catch a cold?"

  He muttered a curse and reached out to pull her hand back, his movements swift as he closed the window again, shutting out the sound of the rain outside.

  "You're the idiot! My physical quality is better than yours by who knows how many times!" Xiao Fengxue glared at him, rubbed her arm, and then sat back in her chair.

  Seeing that handsome face makes her hate him so much that she has an urge to bite him.

  "Class has started." Di Liangxun coldly spat out three words and sat down in his seat, which was equivalent to acknowledging her as his deskmate.

  He subconsciously stared at his own slender fingers, the tips of which still faintly retained the cool residual warmth of the rose-scented ice, unable to disperse for a long time, disturbing his mind.

  He looked up and saw a pair of beautiful eyes filled with anger staring at him, as if they were about to spit out fire.

  "Can't help but ask: 'What am I doing?'"

  "Can't stand looking at you."

  "Why?" Emperor Ling Xun suddenly became interested.

  "No reason, I just don't like you."

  She looked away and shifted her gaze to the rain-soaked glass window, where water droplets slid down the transparent surface, leaving behind faint marks that vanished in an instant.

  Transparent glass reflected her slightly angry face, she clearly felt her rarely appearing anger emotion...

  "What have I done to displease you?" He leaned his body towards her.

  He really wants to know this answer.

  "Everything is annoying me now, teacher's here, go attend your class." Xiao Fengxue had her back to him, but still sensed his approach.

  Alright... She admitted... She really didn't dare turn her head back to look at him again.

  Seeing that incredibly good-looking face, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist punching him.

  What happened on that day with 'Mysterious Love' is still vivid in my mind...

  She kept telling herself in her heart: Xiao Fengxue, you must calm down, hold on, just treat that day as being kissed by a dog... being kissed by a dog...

  Di Liang glanced at the teacher who had just entered with a look of disdain and skepticism.

  "Could you please back off a bit? You're standing a bit too close."

  He didn't say a word, still maintaining the image of a poker face. However, he straightened his back, put the white bag on the table, and then somewhat clumsily opened it and pushed it to Xiao Fengxue's desk in front of him.

  Fragrance wafts everywhere...

  "It's yours." Two icy words.

  "What is this?"

  Xiao Fengxue turned her head and asked him, then stared at the things on the table, licking her lips in a very unattractive way, like a greedy cat.

  "Pizza." He remembered that day in the private room, she loved eating those.

  "Did you take the wrong medicine today? And do I look like a greedy person to you? Bringing it to school too." She looked at him suspiciously, but on the other hand, she reached out and picked up a beautifully packaged pizza, slowly unwrapping it.

  "Jing said... you didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch."

  "So he bought one for her?"

  Xiao Feng Xue gave a sideways glance and stopped talking, picking up the pizza and taking a big bite.

  Indeed, she didn't go for lunch. She hated the noisy canteen and even more so because every time it rained, she was in no mood...

  Di Liang Xun gazed at her eating, his gentle eyes flashing by, unnoticed.

  He raised his hand, wanting to wipe away the sauce stuck at the corner of her mouth. However, Xiao Fengxue was one step ahead of him and pulled out a tissue to clean herself up, leaving his hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air, unable to move either way.

  The air solidified, leaving only the sound of rain spreading...

  The whole class stared at them with incredulous eyes, becoming seemingly friendly deskmates, more than thirty pairs of eyes, some admiring, some jealous, and others regretting their past attacks on Xiao Fengxue, the only common point being shock!

  Liáng Shǎo actually bought her food in person?

  Suddenly, a burst of gasping sounds came from Class B of Grade One. They collectively suspected that they were hallucinating and didn't dare to accept this fact.

  And now there are rumors in school that Xiao Fengxue wears famous brands and drives a sports car because she is the mistress of a certain wealthy businessman, why Leng Shao...

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