The Deepest, Most Repressed Secret (7)

  Duan Chenliang gazed deeply at Lucy Yang, wanting to tell her the truth, but his mouth calmly said: "I did it on purpose."

  Actually, it's not wrong to say so, he was being intentional anyway.

  "Why? She's a girl, don't you know..." Lucy Yang's voice was somewhat urgent, and she even got angry with him, but as soon as she said that, she suddenly felt it wasn't worth it.

  She is just an outsider, what qualifications does she have to judge him?

  Lucy Yang took a deep breath, and disappointment spread from the bottom of her heart. She had put Duan Chenliang in her heart for seven years, but she never thought that everything was not as she imagined, and it was even worse than any result.

  She also remembered how he had rescued a bullied girl when they were young. How could he have become like this now?

  People are always changing. S173 said it well on the romance forum. So, hearts will also change along with them, right? Her heart towards him, one day, must also change, right?

  Duan Chenliang silently stared at Lucy for a while, still not saying anything. Finally, he chose to refuse answering Lucy's question, and with large strides, he walked in front of her, like a stubborn child, using all his might to push her towards the door, as if driving away an unwelcome guest.

  Lucy Yang stumbled and was pushed to the ground by Duan Chenliang. Although it was winter and she was wearing thick clothes, which wouldn't make her fall too painfully, the moment her palms slid across the rough floor towards the door, the stinging pain of the sand entering her palm didn't decrease at all; instead, because it was winter, the pain was even more unbearable.

  Duan Chenliang looked at Lucas Yang, who had fallen to the ground, and was about to go forward to help him up when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, grasped the door handle tightly, and said stiffly: "Lucas Yang, my heart is this ruthless, I am not the person you imagined."

  Duan Chenliang finished speaking, and then he slammed the door shut. The massive door shook the air around it. This was the first time Duan Chenliang had called out her name, but at that moment, Lucy Yang could only hear the sound of her own heart shattering, nothing else.

  She gazed blankly at the tightly closed big gate, her heart as dark as ash, forcing a smile.

  Everything is over.

  Lucy Yang, it's all over now. Is it really the end?

  Lucy Yang muttered to herself over and over again, tears gushing out.

  Is it difficult? Of course, it's difficult. But for Lucy Yang at this moment, it's more about being unwilling to give up. She hopes to stand by his side, even if only as a friend, but now she can't even be friends with him, how ridiculous is that? She has admired him for seven years, yet even becoming friends has become an extravagant hope, why should she be willing to give up? He has always refused her approach without any reason, why should she be willing to give up?

  But what's the use of being unwilling? The fact is right in front of you, that heart has already been wounded a thousand times, do you still want to pretend nothing happened and continue with some foolish one-sided wishful thinking?

  The sky was drizzling with misty rain at this time, shrouding the road in a fog-like atmosphere. The cold air increased by several degrees, and my hands and feet were frozen to numbness.

  Lucy Yang didn't know how long she had been sitting on the floor before slowly getting up, and it wasn't until then that she realized it was raining. The cow hair rain fell gently on her cheeks, wetting her eyelashes, and she raised her already frozen stiff hands to touch her face, the fine and dense raindrops on her face were touched into a piece of moisture, making her vision even more blurred.

  Goodbye, Duan Chenliang.

  Goodbye, Xiaoshiguang.

  Farewell, brilliant sorrow.