Geng Yuoyang lunged at Ruan Zheng. The somewhat sober Ruan Zheng instinctively fought back, but the drunk Ruan Zheng was no match for the enraged Geng Yuoyang, and soon stopped fighting, letting Geng Yuoyang hit him.
“Geng Yuoyang, stop!” Yu Xiaoye rushed over, hugging the furious Geng Yuoyang from behind. “Stop fighting!”
This would create an irreparable rift between them!
“Please…” her tears wet his back.
“I told you to get off!” Geng Yuoyang pulled apart Yu Xiaoye’s hands, pulling her in front of him. He pointed at Ruan Zheng on the ground and roared: “Do you like him? Say you like me now and I’ll back off, never looking for you again!!”
Yu Xiaoye, looking at the furious person before her, stubbornly bit her lip and said nothing.
“If there was an answer, it wouldn’t be now, not with a crowd of onlookers!!”
“You won’t say?” Geng Yuoyang released his grip, his eyes welling with tears. He took deep breaths, barely controlling his emotions. “Fine, I’ll go.”
Turning around… was he really going to turn away like this?
This woman, this infuriating woman – why did seeing her look of sadness make his heart ache so much?
Shouldn’t he be the one feeling sad?”
Geng Yuoyang looked deeply at the tear-stained face before him, gritting his teeth as he turned away.
“Yao…”
This single character had melted the ice in her heart, made her smile, and stirred her love.
Are you really going to turn away?
Hearing Yu Xiaoye’s trembling voice, he felt a sudden tremor in his heart. She had never called him like this before, always using his full name.
Should he turn back? Continue to suffer the torment of jealousy?
“Yao, don’t go…” she cried.
Geng Yuoyang stood rigid, unable to move.
“Xiaoye,” Ruan Zheng struggled to stand up, and she instinctively helped him.
Catching this scene from the corner of his eye, Geng Yuoyang could no longer hold back and turned to leave.
Seeing him truly depart without looking back, Yu Xiaoye collapsed on the ground, drained of all her strength.
You really left. We just ended like this. But the wish made that afternoon felt like it had just happened.
God really has no time to listen to mortals’ wishes…
“Xiaoye, are you okay?” Ruan Zheng looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s fine,” Yu Xiaoye replied, forcing a smile. “You can go back.”
“But…”
“I want to be alone for a while.”
Yu Xiaoye left the school gate. The stars flickered dimly in the sky. Passersby quickly moved along the street, occasionally glancing at the girl with tears in her eyes and a large tear in her clothes.
Walking was tiring.
It felt lonely on this familiar street.
Had happiness slipped away?
This was supposed to be love—something she shouldn’t have to walk away from.
Unaware, she found herself at the deserted fountain square, approaching the wishing pool.
Under the dim yellow light, the wishes glimmered softly.
Which wish was hers… and which was Geng Yuoyang’s?
“Idiot!” she cried out. “Stupid Geng Yuoyang! I hate you, hate you, hate you!”
Slowly, she crouched on the ground. “But I also like you, like you. Stupid Geng Yuoyang…”
All her grievances burst forth, and Yu Xiaoye cried.
“You just turned and left without giving me a chance to say I like you.”
……
After a long time……
”Miss,” a cold voice interrupted. “Your crying sounds terrible.”
”Ah!” Startled, Yu Xiaoying quickly stood up.
Geng Yuoyang…
”When did you…” How embarrassing.
”I’ve been here all along. I heard you curse me and…” His mood improved.
”Don’t say any more.” She interrupted him, ready to flee.
Never letting go again. Forever…
Geng Yuoyang pulled her back, tightly encircling her, “I also like you, love you…”
[Fate’s Intention: Just like this, it’s already good]
Geng Yuoyang was absent from morning classes.
After class, as students left, Yu Xiaoying remained seated.
When warm midday light filled the room, dust particles danced through the air.
She stood up and looked through the window at the bustling crowd below, imagining herself as one of the girls.
Suddenly, familiar faces came into view – Ji Ran, Song Chu, Ruan Zheng, Geng Yuoyang…
”What are you thinking?” a low voice asked.
”Hm?” Startled, Yu Xiaoying turned to see Geng Yuoyang’s handsome face. His gaze was warm.
Geng Yuoyang…
”You.” She smiled.
”…” Geng Yuoyang slightly blushed.
”Here!” He raised the bag in his hand.
”What is it?”
Yu Xiaoying curiously took the paper bag.
“You’ll know when you look. Why so many words!” Geng Yuoyang’s expression was strange.
Inside the bag lay a bright red down jacket, shimmering brilliantly in the light. Yu Xiaoying noticed Geng Yuoyang was also wearing a bright red down jacket.
“Does it look bad?” he asked, lowering his head. “I was going to buy black, but the sales assistant said red was more eye-catching, and girls wouldn’t like black…”
“You bought this jacket for me?” Yu Xiaoying teased.
“Put it on.” He found her talkative nature frustrating.
“Oh.” She opened the bag slowly.
“Wow!” She exclaimed, “It’s so beautiful!”
“Really?” He was oddly nervous.
“Yes!” Yu Xiaoying nodded, “You look super handsome!”
“Haha!” She laughed at Geng Yuoyang’s twitching mouth.
“Damn!” he cursed under his breath, pulling her close and draping the new jacket on her.
By the window, she stood in the bright red jacket, a contrast to her fair face, smiling at him.
Her gaze flowed across his face, settling on his eyes. He was the one, always rough yet gentle.
“Looks good.”
“Geng Yuoyang said.
She looked at him happily.
“I still look better wearing it,” someone said smugly.
“Yao”
Hearing that high-pitched voice, Yu Xiaoying frowned slightly.
“Brother…” Nini finally added “brother” under Geng Yuoyang’s fierce glare.
“Here!” Like presenting a treasure, she offered red bean soup.
Geng Yuoyang generously took it, placing it in Yu Xiaoying’s hands. “You haven’t eaten breakfast yet; have something first.”
“Okay,” she replied with a sweet smile.
“Ah! Nini was dissatisfied, “I boiled this for Yao-ge!”
Geng Yuoyang took the bowl from Yu Xiaoying and stuffed it back into Nini’s hands.
Yu Xiaoying helplessly looked at this man who had no sense of romance.
“Xiaoying.”
Ruan Zheng…
Geng Yuoyang’s arm around her tightened.
Looking at Ruan Zheng’s calm face.
“Hello!” she greeted him distantly.
“Can we talk?” A glimmer of hope rose in his eyes.
“Yu Xiaoyo and I still have something to do, so we’ll go first,” Yu Xiaoyo pulled Geng Yuoyang past the other two with their complex gazes.
Sometimes, not knowing how to refuse can hurt the person you love.
Thank you, Geng Yuoyang, for teaching me how to refuse.
“Geng Yuoyang, treat me to Western food!” she demanded.
“Why?” This woman called him Geng Yuoyang again!
“Because I think you’re in a good mood!” someone remarked matter-of-factly.
“No!”
“Why? Yao?” She paused.
Geng Yuoyang turned back and saw her mischievous smile.
“Okay.” He resigned himself and pulled her back.
Damn it, he’s completely defeated by her.
But this feeling… is happy.
“Let’s go quickly, Geng Yuoyang!”
“Haha!”
This is already good enough.
Epilogue
On the familiar school bench, Song Chu turned a page of a book.
“Chu…” Lin Yichen glanced at two fiery red figures.
“Do you still love Yu Xiaoyo?”
Song Chu remained silent, continuing to turn the page.
As long as you’re happy, this is already good enough.
Lin Yichen leaned his head on Song Chu’s shoulder.
This is good…
Yu Xiaoyo has Geng Yuoyang.
And I… have you.
[Extra: For Ji Ran]
My dear, you’ve left.
Tomorrow you won’t come back. The day after tomorrow you won’t come back. You’ll never come back again.
