Chapter 22: Young Boys and Girls

  "Can't you even be bothered to explain? Leng Qingchen, is it really that hard for me to get close to your heart?" Tears fell as Beigong Ruochi stared intently at Leng Qingchen, hoping to find some change, but there wasn't even the slightest.

  The atmosphere suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

  "Little moon, is it really that hard for me to live in your heart?" His brain was throbbing with pain, and a scene from his childhood suddenly flashed before his eyes. By the Mirror Lake, a young boy with deep emotions in his eyes grasped a girl's wrist and asked with a wounded tone, but what he got in return was her ruthless rejection.

  "We won't meet again, forget me." Opening his hand, the girl took two steps back, a gentle breeze blowing her sapphire blue long hair, her azure eyes filled with cold air, making the boy unable to question, without the courage to step forward again, could only softly utter three words: "Why?"

  "When we first met, I told you not to fall in love with me, or else it would be you who gets hurt." The girl's expression remained unchanged, her words were ruthlessly cruel, cutting into the boy's heart like a knife.

  "Dust, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, Dust!" Beigong Ruocheng looked at Qing Lengchen's pale face that had lost all its blood color and couldn't help but anxiously shout.

  The screen began to blur, but the girl's words still lingered in her ears.

  It came to mind, that sealed memory. Chillyin was panting heavily, half-kneeling on the ground, his hand supporting his forehead, with an expression of vulnerability and helplessness that Beigong Ruocheng had never seen before.

  It was precisely because of the girl's icy and ruthless words that he didn't dare to touch emotions again, and the hurt from his childhood had built a thick wall around himself.

  "You said you liked me, didn't you?" Suddenly grabbing Beigong Ruocheng's sleeve and pulling the distance between them closer, Leng Qingchen gazed steadily at Beigong Ruocheng and spoke.

  "What's wrong?" At this moment, Leng Qingchen made Beigong Ruocheng feel heartache, and the worry in her eyes deepened.

  With a self-mocking smile, Beigong Ruocheng lightly opened the door and stood up, once again reverting to her previous demeanor of keeping people at arm's length.

  "Don't let me hear those four words again, I feel sick." The low warning didn't sound like there was any room for joking.