To The Lovely You

   "Brother Rou, tell me, what's wrong with me? Why doesn't Yi Rou like me?" When he said this, his tone was infinitely sad.

   Feeling his hand grabbing her shoulder, Su Rourou's whole body trembled slightly, biting her lower lip hesitantly: "I...I don't know."

  Ke Shaoze gripped her shoulder even tighter, and shook it slightly: "Liar, how could you not know?"

  Su Rourou looked at his misty eyes, sighed, and took his hand off her shoulder: "You're drunk..."

Ke Shaoze let go of her, turned to look at the night in the distance, and muttered to himself, "How could you not know? Your names are so similar... Yirou, Rourou, you say... yes Doesn't it look alike?"

   As he spoke, he stared into the distance and fell into contemplation.

  Su Rourou didn't answer his words, her eyes became hot, and it seemed that something was about to burst out.

   Could it be that he was close to her just because her name was similar to An Yirou's? Did he treat her well just because he regarded her as An Yirou's substitute?

  So, in his eyes, she was just like the earrings he gave her, just an additional gift...

   She never thought that she could be so close to his heart, but she suddenly regretted it... If these are the real thoughts in his heart, then she would rather not be close to him all her life, and she would rather not know it all her life.

   They just sat quietly, looking at the starry sky, the night wind was blowing, and no one said a word.

   After an unknown amount of time, Ke Shaoze kicked the empty cans and put away his emotions: "It's very late, Brother Rou, go back to bed first. Tomorrow, you have to go to school to get your transcripts."

   "Oh, okay..." Su Rourou responded unconsciously, but her body remained motionless.

   "Let's go." Ke Shaoze stood up and gave her a hand, "Go back quickly, I wonder if your mother has already found out."

   If she heard the word "mother" in the past, Su Rou Rou would definitely be very nervous. But in such a state today, she has no extra thoughts to think about her at all.

  Ke Shaoze pushed her to the door of her house and stopped in front of her door: "Thank you tonight. I seem to feel better."

After    confided, the haze that he had suppressed for many years seemed to be suddenly swept away. In fact, there was one thing he never wanted to admit. He chased An Yirou for so long, maybe it was because he liked it at first. But later, it gradually became a habit, and it brought some unwillingness more or less.

   In the past, he had thought about giving up countless times, but every time this time, An Yirou would give him a little hope, which made him have extravagant hopes in his heart.

  But this time is different. After tonight...he thinks he should be able to let go of it completely. All along, she just regarded him as a **** that could be manipulated at will.

   "Well, you'll be fine." Su Rourou lowered her head without looking into his eyes. Because she didn't want to be discovered by him, the sadness in her eyes.

   "Come in, I'll go back first, see you tomorrow." Ke Shaoze waved at her, then turned around and walked forward.

  Su Rourou stood blankly in front of the gate, watching his back gradually disappear into the night.

   Then, as if her entire body suddenly lost strength, her stiff back slid down the cold door and fell to the ground.

   The tears that have been suppressed are pouring down like a flood.