You, Little Demon,
Completely belonged to me, Song Chu.
There is one thing,
You definitely do not know,
You will never know.
I love you,
More than you loved Ji Ran,
Even more.
Love is a troublesome thing.
Just like my dad, since my mother passed away, no second woman has appeared by his side.
Mother died when we were very young, and my brother and I are unfamiliar with her face, but I know Yu Xiu’s face resembles mother’s, because dad always stares at Yu during mother’s memorial day.
Yu and I were teased in kindergarten for having wives since we were young, but we settled things with our fists.
No one dared to mention it again, except… dad.
The Xuefeng family owed him a debt. Xuefeng’s father was disabled because of my dad, and he assigned two of Xuefeng’s daughters to be our wives.
That year, I was four, and Yu was six.
Father brought the two little girls in front of us, saying, “Yu, Yao, these are the future daughters-in-law of the Geng family.”
Yu asked me, which one do you like.
I said, whatever.
So, Xuefeng Zhizhi became my fiancée.
When I went to university, I returned to a place that truly belonged to me.
Yu and I lived together.
He had been helping his father manage gang affairs from a young age, and despite being only two years older than me, he took care of me like a father.
At school, I saw Yu Xiaoao. Standing on the podium, the teacher asked me to introduce myself. I looked down; all the girls were staring at me, except for her. She seemed in a daze. The sunlight illuminated her thoughtful profile, highlighting her pale, almost transparent skin and delicate nose, creating a stark contrast with the warmth around her.
The teacher allowed me to find my seat. I walked to an empty spot next to her and threw my schoolbag onto the desk. The noise startled her; she quickly glanced at me and returned to listening to the lecture, as if looking at me longer would be a waste.
When class ended, she was still lost in thought. Lin Yichen arrived to find her, and the two of them unexpectedly enacted a scene of rivalry. Lin Yichen impulsively approached, but I threw a book that hit her wrist. Upon noticing me, Lin Yichen was shocked but didn’t say anything, likely fearing the consequences.
I turned to the woman who always seemed lost in thought and said, “My name is Geng Yuyang.” I did some investigation into her, which turned out to be easy.
The gossip about her in school rivaled that of entertainment celebrities. She had a boyfriend in England, and Song Chu, the student council president, was also her lover.
Her cold demeanor was just an act; perhaps in private, she was quite open. I had misjudged her. We were never meant to intersect, and I was thoroughly disgusted by such a two-faced woman.
But a song for Alice changed our fate. One evening, I discovered a hidden music room and played that song.
Urgent footsteps broke the silence, and she burst in, tears on her face and a wild, joyful light in her eyes. However, upon realizing it was me, she collapsed to the ground in uncontrollable tears.
I walked over and remarked, “Woman, so fickle. What’s the difference between you and trash like Lin Yichen?” She seemed not to hear me, shaking and crying endlessly.
Looking at her helplessness, I softened. Why was she crying instead of being incredibly happy? I inexplicably took her home, noting a scar on her forehead that hurt my eyes.
I must be crazy.
She was clearly playing both sides, but my senses became heightened by her expression, voice, and actions.
She loved to zone out, her gaze often wandering.
Her soft, shallow smile could turn into deep sorrow.
Sometimes she’d speak to me without guard, that sincere look making me feel great.
My opinion of her shifted when Lin Yichen kidnapped her. In the dark warehouse, she sat crying.
This woman, usually strong, showed more tears than anyone. As she leaned on my chest, I felt a sense of male pride in being the one to find her, not Song Chu.
I felt hostility towards Song Chu. His gentle smile at her made me want to confront him.
I had once considered him a rival, thinking Yu XiaoYao wouldn’t like him since she was always polite yet distant. I appreciated her flushed face when I kissed her.
I think I fell in love with her. If not for Yu’s reminder, I would have almost forgotten about my wife. Worse, Yukifu had followed me from Japan.
I suddenly felt I had lost the right to love her.
Everyone at school knew Geng Yuyang had a fiancée named Yukifu Tomoko.
Yukifu was so pure that she didn’t realize my feelings for Yu Xiaoyao and even wanted to be friends with her. She naturally distanced herself from me while unexpectedly holding hands with Song Chu.
I swore to snatch the woman I loved, disregarding my fiancée. My rival wasn’t Song Chu; it was a perfect dead person. I finally understood why Yukifu often seemed lost in thought—she was missing someone.
I felt a chill as I saw Song Chu’s pale face, Qin Na’s shocked expression, and her tears—because of that man who looked exactly like Ji Ran. Love is indeed troublesome, and I was terrified to discover that I had fallen in love with Yu Xiaoyao.
Song Chu was a lucky guy! A dramatic declaration of love unfolded as Yu Xiaoyao professed her feelings from a rooftop, reminiscent of a TV romance. I became an outsider, knowing my father wouldn’t allow me to love another woman and disrupt his revenge plan.
I returned to Japan, wondering if I would forget her if I never saw her again. I finally realized that if you’re used to cigars, other cigarettes can’t be called cigarettes.
Every day, I knelt in front of my father’s room, begging for forgiveness and missing her.
Yu often took the persistent Tomoko away from me. Eventually, she stopped coming to find me and went directly to Yu’s room.
Thank you, Yu.
I received a secret letter from Qin Na, who was unhappy because of that damn guy Song Chu. When I rushed back, I found her in tears; she had broken up with him. Since he couldn’t give her happiness, Yu Xiaomu’s happiness would now be my responsibility, Geng Yaoyang.
I was truly furious with Yu Xiaomu. She was always fighting with herself, while I fought with Ruan Zheng. I discovered I had been worried about her and done things like finding photos of Ji Ran for her, throwing coins in her wishing pool—all seemingly futile against Ruan Zheng’s presence.
I wanted to punch that guy! I pulled her and asked her to choose between me and him. When she looked at me deeply, I was terrified, afraid she didn’t love me. I wanted to leave, not daring to hear her response.
But then she said, “Yao, don’t go…” Hearing her call me Yao made me realize I had been waiting for this moment. As long as she says my name, I will never let her go, no matter who tries to take her from me!
I went to the wishing pool without looking back.
I want to see how she fulfills my wish.
That woman who would never admit her love, crying at the wishing pool saying she likes me.
I finally understood what it means to be a moth to a flame.
Just like Geng Yaoyang falling in love with Yu Xiaomu.
Her “like” dissolved all my resolve.
Let it be, I’ll continue loving this woman.
Yu Xiaomu, do you know?
When you first cried in front of me,
I saw in your tears,
My heart sinking…
（— End—）
