Chapter Eighty-Four

  "Ye Chenyi, if..." I said softly, my voice was small but I knew he could hear it, "I mean if, if you like me, then we are both selfish people, trying hard to let each other know our thoughts, yet going all out to avoid each other's intentions."

  I saw his back stiffen, but he still didn't turn around. The mirror in the practice room reflected a bitter smile on his face - "Xiao Fei, do you remember me from before?" I stared at his shirt in confusion, and perhaps guessing my reaction, he turned around with a faint smile, saying: "That's my answer then."

  His answer?

  Xiao Fei, do you still remember the me from before? This sentence has been echoing in my ears, causing my recent confusion and unease. In our next practice session, one of us was silent while the other's mind was elsewhere...

  Then it ended abruptly.

  I returned home, but found that Cheng Yiran was not there. After hesitating for a while, I decided not to call him and ask, after all, I didn't want to disturb him. I changed out of my uniform and entered the kitchen earlier than usual, looking at the exquisite stove but unable to bring myself to start cooking. The feeling of being dazed and confused was really unbearable - I smiled wryly to myself, wondering if there was anyone else who was suffering from this same pain at that moment.

  Crack!

  I stared at the bowl that had fallen to the ground and shattered, silently picked it up, and then continued with my chores in a daze. After serving dinner and putting it on the table, I lost my appetite and returned to my room.

  This villa was once lived in when I was about ten years old, and I've already forgotten why I ended up living in this room that should have belonged to my sister. All I know is that it was probably the first time I was treated like this, and Yiran Cheng managed to keep everything so intact...

  He is obviously gentle and has a proud and eccentric personality on the surface.

  I tried to numb my nerves with these things, so I wouldn't be able to recall what Ye Chenyi said. At this point, my memories were in a mess, and dreams and reality had gradually become indistinguishable. I lay weakly on the bed, kneeling on the floor.

  "Ah——" I was fed up! I let out a loud shout, quickly put on my coat, hastily put on my shoes and rushed out the door, also grabbing my skateboard which I hadn't used in ages. The villa district was unusually large, I freely weaved through it, letting the wind blow my simply styled hair into disarray. A few minutes later, I stopped in front of a PUB. I casually tidied up my appearance, handed my skateboard to the waiter and went inside.

  A messy color scheme, noisy music, I chose a corner far from the bar and sat down, alone with a whiskey on the rocks, watching the changing lights, occasionally raising my glass for a sip.

  I know this getup of mine is bound to attract a lot of curious or strange looks, but that's really none of my concern anymore. After all, even among gangsters, there are very few who can take me down. Of course, as long as my luck isn't that bad.

  One glass of cocktail after another, my eyes were blurry, and I saw Ye Chenyi walking in from the door with an angry face. He grabbed my wrist and wanted to pull me away. I chuckled softly and said, "Ye Chenyi, I've had this dream before, only that time it was at my doorstep answering your interrogation." So why did you appear in my dream again in such a way?

  I felt a presence approaching from beside me, and I instinctively raised my hand to block it. Then, I heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Although my mind was somewhat dazed at the moment, I could still sense that faint, detestable movement filled with the smell of alcohol - an innate intuition that ran deep in my bones.

  The person in front of me looked to one side, as if the person in his dream could also see my masterpiece in reality. I chuckled and narrowed my eyes, looking at Ye Chenyi holding my hand, I was surprised, unknowingly he had lost some weight? His slender fingers grasped mine, with a good overlap of our fingertips.

  Hehe, it's also very delightful even in a dream.

  Suddenly, Ye Chenyi tilted his head as if he had muttered something, and his dark grey eyes became even more profound. He suddenly leaned forward, wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, instructing the waiter with a few words before carelessly tossing him a gold card. The waiter bowed slightly, watching as Ye Chenyi's lips moved, and I understood that he was probably telling him to deduct the payment directly from the card, then send the card and skateboard somewhere.

  The feeling of weightlessness was too real, my face changed like a color palette, unpredictable and gloomy, then I forced a bitter smile, thinking: I'm in trouble, Ye Chenyi is really angry...