The city in the backlight of late summer, the pain is the youth that has been soaked in shallowness, the desolate helplessness cannot express the decline of one's younger years.

  Rumors and gossip spread like wildfire in every corner of the campus, as if mocking that unbearable blow.

  Everyone's pointing and whispering is infinitely magnified, clarified, and absorbed into the desolate depths of their eyes. Not all websites are first to publish romance novels, search for it and you'll know.

  "So you're her, I've heard your name is Su Mengleng. You and An Banzhen are simply incomparable, it's really shameless."

  "Yes, yes, but I'm super excited again after seeing Hwi-chan's male god's handsome face,"

  "What a pity! Indeed, if a tree loses its bark, it will surely die; but if a person loses their face, they will be invincible in the world."

  The sarcasm and disdain in his tone accompanied him all the way to class, trying hard to suppress the urge within him, making an effort to be indifferent to everything.

  The campus BBS was crazy about it, and the hug under the dusk was given various negative versions, all of which were nagging.

  On the contrary, the scene of two people leaning on each other is described as the most beautiful and sweetest moment.

  Bitterness spreads, no matter what, what is the truth of the matter.

  In everyone's eyes, that despicable and detestable existence was supposed to be me, the one who had been pestering them from start to finish.

  Two pictures formed a stark contrast, one was soft and harmonious, the other was chaotic and messy, the corners of my mouth involuntarily curled into a bitter arc.

  The ugliness of worldly affairs was clear, and all grievances were submerged in that sorrow.

  "Hey, isn't that Su Miao Liang?" The tone of the voice was not friendly, and a coquettish face with slightly raised eyebrows showed disdain.

  The light in front of me was blocked, and the pungent scent of perfume made me subconsciously furrow my brow.

  "Ah, who are you?" I raised my head, narrowing my eyes to size her up, heavily made-up and dressed in a short skirt, thinking about the impression she gave me.

  No time to think too much, accompanied by a crisp sound in his ear, the scorching pain spread across the left cheek. Qidian Literature Network

  Dazed, the excessive force made a buzzing sound by his ear, as if time had frozen in an instant, and the sudden slap was somewhat inexplicable.

  Her right hand, which was slightly cool at the fingertips, gently stroked her left cheek, which was hot and swollen, then she raised her head and said in a soft voice.

  "Why? What right do you have?" The tone was lowered with a hint of coldness.

  "Humph, are you very wronged? Very innocent? I just can't stand the fact that you're actually worthless deep down but put on a high and mighty air."

  "How dare you! You're still so brazen after being a mistress, I really underestimated the thickness of your face."

  The sharp voice is a bit piercing, and the arrogant appearance reveals a sarcastic tone, you little three...

  Slightly lowering her eyelids, the pain on her cheek was also ignored, she must look very disheveled now.

  Like a lone clown who has been given a free joke and doesn't know how to wrap up the show, standing there helpless like a big fool.

  Some words are stuck in the throat, and the heart is screaming silently.

  That voice was desolate and helpless yet firm and resolute. Besides, I am not the third party, never have been, and never will be!

  Helplessly, under the gaze of everyone, I was pale-faced, with tightly clenched fingers and a cold color.

  Rampantly ridiculing and piercing pain surging in like a tidal wave, no matter how I distinguish it, no one will believe me.

  That boy really promised me forever, really said he loved me very much.

  Both hands gradually fell weakly, and scattered hair covered the bottom of his eyes with a surge of helpless sorrow.

  "Huh? What's wrong? Nothing to say now? Weren't you just full of energy a moment ago?"

  You really are overestimating yourself, without even having a few points of charm, yet you dare to compete with my family's Ban Qing for Xi Chen.

  "You've really got some nerve, haven't you heard of 'give an inch and take a mile'? You haven't even given me an inch yet you dare to ask for a foot."

  "Slap——" Under the gaze of everyone's eyes, a palm with 80% strength swept across.

  She looked incredulous, but felt ridiculous.

  "This slap makes us even, I don't want to hear this nonsense anymore."

  "Some things aren't as simple as tolerating your reckless comments just because of a few photos."

  I don't know where the courage came from, but I could only hear that voice in my heart gradually eroding my rationality.

  One-sided tolerance will only become their capital for cold ridicule and hot mockery.

  No longer having excessive energy to be incredulous about one's own bold actions

  She skirted around him, leaving behind a thin layer of air in his place.

  After regaining consciousness, everyone was in a state of sorrow and regret. The fading figure in the distance left an indelible mark on their hearts.

  Every stroke of pain is like a youth that has been chilled by the thin ice, and the desolate helplessness cannot express the decline of one's younger years.

  Pain is the chill of youth that has been soaked in thinness, a desolate helplessness that cannot be expressed, the sinking of one's younger years.