Chapter Twenty-six of Youth

  A slap in the face shocked Mo Xiao Xiao, and also frightened Xue Zhi Xiang and Wang Rui. The pain stimulated the alcohol, and Mo Xiao Xiao seemed to be a bit sober, staring blankly at Xia Xuan who was burning with anger.

  Xia Xian's tears were also swirling in her eyes, but she held them back and didn't let them flow out. Xia Xian rarely cried, because she knew that tears were useless, just a sign of weakness.

  She crouched down quietly, hugging herself and sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart was bitter, very, very bitter. But who knew this bitterness?

  "I've been in love for five years now." Mo Xiao said it as if she was talking to herself, yet also telling Xia Xuan about it.

  Xia Xian was shocked, they had known each other for four years, why didn't she know at all? Mo Xiao had never shown any signs of being in love, she only knew that Mo Xiao always rejected the boys who pursued her, with the reason being that she already had a boyfriend. However, Xia Xian had never seen her boyfriend and didn't even know that Mo Xiao had one.

  Xia Xuan didn't ask much, she squatted down and wrapped Mo Xiao into her arms, feeling her bitterness and pain as if it were her own.

  Love is like a knife, it hurts others and also hurts oneself, no matter who it is, they are all equally wounded.

  The heart, at the moment it is given away, wants to be returned intact and unscathed, which is a foolish fantasy.

  "This girl is quite fierce!" Wang Rui said carelessly, with a bit of a spectator's mentality, but more so a feeling in his heart that was hard to put into words, probably not even he himself had realized it.

  Xue Zhixiang is more concerned about Mo Xiao Xiao.

  How could such a sunny and innocent girl have such sorrow? She wasn't born beautiful, but that naive quality made people want to get close to her, want to protect her. But how could anyone bear to hurt a girl like that?

  Perhaps what hurt her was exactly what she loved most.

  Just as the saying goes, what makes me love you so much is that you hurt me everywhere! It's really ridiculous. Nowadays people are so pathetic, I don't know if Mo Xuanxuan will have such thoughts.

  It's probably not! Otherwise, how could she have waited until now?

  "It seems these two sisters need help!" Wang Rui said with a sly smile.

  At first glance, he inexplicably developed an interest in Xia Xuan. On Xia Xuan's body, he felt an irresistible attraction, and he even felt that this was his true soulmate!

  "Xuan Xuan, I love him so much, really love him. Even if I know it's impossible, but I still don't want to give up the last bit of hope." Mo Xiao Xiao fell into Xia Xuan's arms and murmured.

  Xia Xian was taken aback, and she clearly felt a chill. Mo Xiao's tears had already seeped into her undershirt, her coldness, her chill, she felt it all clearly.

  Helplessness, despair, and heartbreak wove together into a huge net that slowly swallowed up the originally passionate and happy Mo Xiao.

  Who can make you so sad? The one who truly cares about you will not let you feel so helpless. You should know that there is still me, a friend by your side.

  The city's neon lights are so dazzling, but why do they look so desolate? Human relationships are thin, and no matter how dazzling they are, they are just superficial. Once the heart is chilled, everything looks like a wasteland.

  "Xuan Xuan, you've never seen me before my junior year, have you?" Mo Xiao Xiao sat on the ground, leaning against Xia Xuan's shoulder, murmuring.

  "Yes, I only knew when I saw you in my junior year that your sunny and cheerful personality was always what I wanted to pursue. I thought the world wouldn't have such beauty again, but then there's you, making me realize maybe I'm still shallow." Xia Xuan wrapped his arm around Mo Xiao Xiao, smiling faintly as he said this, feeling both envious and fortunate.

  Mo Xiao Xiao just smiled bitterly, sunshine? Cheerfulness? Perhaps it was just a superficial phenomenon, the sunshine in her heart was slowly extinguishing, replaced by darkness, an inescapable nightmare.

  "Xuan Xuan, do you believe that someone can change their life?" Mo Xiao Xiao unintentionally shed tears, she had changed enough already, but still couldn't exchange it for a person's glance back.

  "I believe." Xia Xuan slowly spoke out three words. How could she not believe? Isn't the her of today changed by someone else?

  "I've never told you the names of those two people, one is Yang Yanjie and the other is Wang Yu." Mo Xuanxuan said out these two names with great courage, perhaps only she herself knew that it was a scar, layer by layer, still unhealed.

  Xia Xuan shook her head, she really hadn't heard of these two people's names, so what was the relationship between these two and Mo Xiao?

  Love always silently hurts every kind-hearted person, even if the hurt is unbearable, it's like a moth flying into fire, perhaps just for an instant.

  One year, one month, one day, with long-awaited excitement and nervousness, slowly pushed open the gate of a secret garden that others didn't know about and belonged only to oneself.

  That is a glimmer of life, pouring out everything, as the biggest stake in one's life, to exchange for a chance to appreciate the dawn, only, at the moment when closing one's eyes, the soul, leaves the body, and drifts away...

  When longing becomes a habit, will the lonely thoughts in the depths of night surround oneself, fluttering around the scenes that have been lingering in one's mind?

  No beautiful scenery, no enviable plot, just people who care.

  Always said, people who have crossed the river called "love", no matter how they say they are happy, smile so brightly, are dragging their battered bodies, like a phoenix rising from the ashes!

  People find it strange, knowing it's so, why was it so in the beginning?

  But what is the moth's reckless abandon of flying into the flame for?

  Same principle.

  They have a process, once in a lifetime, with an accelerated heartbeat, like a dazzling fireworks process.

  Suddenly realized that time can be briefly stopped, just because of a special touch, the happiness that was once far from being enough is like falling from the sky... It's just forgotten what this love is, whether it's the so-called beautiful love in other people's mouths, or just understanding, it's temporary satisfaction.

  Perhaps one should listen and not touch what is sacred, but in life, how many things are there that one should or shouldn't do?

  After all, I still don't regret it now, and instead have gained a lot.

  No one can't leave who, only care or not care, willing to give up and not willing to give up. Tell yourself that every day is different, and everyone is different. Who knows if there will still be a reserved VIP seat for you after many years?

  Waiting has always been a kind of aging. Since we've learned to let go, why wait?

  Since you've chosen to wait, why rush?

  Don't say sorry in front of someone you've waited for. These three words are like a loud and clear slap in the face.

  Until you and the one you chose step into the marriage hall, the distant gaze is a weak lament for the initial innocent encounter.

  The season of withered leaves is originally suitable for a stroll in the empty alleys covered with fallen leaves at dusk when the sun sets in the west mountain. That is the front of one's own soul, why worry so much?

  Close your eyes and pray that the soul detached from the body traverses happiness and returns to the clear sky, free and easy...

  Good times should be treasured, good moods should be cherished, even if they bring bitterness, tears, laughter, and intangible happiness...

  But then I was happy, and then what? ? ?

  The song, the story, the youth, and life...

  Mo Xiao, what will your memories be like again? What will your recollections be like? Those were stories from many years ago. Now they are going to be dug up once more, and all the scars will be reopened one by one, looking at the blurry flesh and blood of the past...