We turned to the door where Xiao Wan Yue stood, her hair loose, covered in knife wounds and bleeding, her face no longer bearing her signature smile but instead wearing a deadly expression.
“You…” Xiao Wan Yue was so angry she stammered. Ning Yu An and An walked forward, patting her back. “Wan’er, calm down.”
“Don’t you manage me!” Xiao Wan Yue jumped back, maintaining distance from Ning Yu An. He looked hurt, his head drooping as a gloomy dark cloud seemed to hang over him.
Yu Mo approached reluctantly, reaching out to Ning Yu An, but Ning Yu An glared at him, leaving Yu Mo’s hand suspended in mid-air.
Ning Yu An gripped Yu Mo’s collar fiercely. “Are you satisfied now?! You’ve always been better than me! No matter how hard I try, Wan’er has never liked me. But you? Wan’er likes you so much, yet you don’t care! You must be wanting to laugh at me now!”
“No…”
“Yu Mo choked out with a grieved voice, which only made Ning Yu An more furious, his eyes seemingly about to shoot out flames. I stepped forward, separating Ning Yu An’s hand from Yu Mo’s collar and pushed Ning Yu An, ‘Don’t vent your anger on Yu Mo! Can’t you reflect on yourself first?!’
Ning Yu An looked at me in disbelief, perhaps I was the first person besides Xiao Wan Yue who dared to speak to him this way. I squeezed Yu Mo’s hand encouragingly, hoping to calm his unsettled emotions. ‘Everything will be fine, trust me,’ I said with a sweet smile.
I continued holding Yu Mo’s hand, looking at Ning Yu An and then Xiao Wan Yue, and said seriously: ‘Wan Yue, why pursue someone who doesn’t love you? This only causes you pain, and the one being pursued is also unhappy. Why not try loving the one who has always loved you?’
A subtle hesitation appeared in Xiao Wan Yue’s eyes, then was quickly replaced by determination. ‘You wouldn’t understand.’
