Ye Ling heard these four words and felt momentarily frozen… as if she had been waiting for these words for a long time. But Yue Zijun was just “simulating a confession”… he probably didn’t like her…
Yue Zijun doesn’t like her…
Ye Ling felt something in her soul shatter with a “crack”… then, she couldn’t help but cry in an instant, tears falling with a blink.
“Ye… Ye Ling, you…”
Yue Zijun was caught off guard by her reaction, panicking and hastily wiping her tears. He had actually made her cry, which was terrible… His voice started to tremble, sounding like Ye Ling’s previous speaking style: “Ye Ling, don’t… don’t cry…”
“I’m… sorry… I…”
Ye Ling choked, pushing away his hand with one hand and wiping her tears with the other.
This is bad… how could she cry in front of him? She must have made him unhappy… Despite being a psychological counselor, why couldn’t she see through her own thoughts…
“Ye Ling.” Yue Zijun felt uncomfortable being pushed away, disliking this feeling of being distanced by Ye Ling, as if she was rejecting him.
“Sorry, I… just a moment… I just… want to cry a bit.” What was she even saying… such an unreasonable explanation.
Ye Ling suddenly stood up, running to the corner of the room, curling herself into a “ball”, facing the wall and softly sobbing, suppressing her unhappiness.
“But Ye Ling… I like you.”
He had chosen such a stupid way to check her reaction, how bad he was!
Yue Zijun clenched his fist, moving closer but not too close, afraid of scaring her. This confession, however, was resolute, filled with his determination.
— This time, he spoke not just with confidence, but much louder.
“…Don’t comfort me, Yue Zijun.” Ye Ling seemed to have suppressed her crying, her face marked with tears, turning back and forcing a smile: “Really, I… it’s fine.”
“…Really? You’re really fine?”
This sentence completely calmed Yue Zijun down.
Yue Zijun strode to where Ye Ling was, reaching out to forcibly lift her from her “ball” state, making her stand straight. The corner was indeed a good place… with two walls, plus Yue Zijun’s two hands, he could easily lock her in place, preventing her from going anywhere.
“I…”
