I completely broke down and shouted at Ye Qingxian.
"Then get lost, too! If you're not going to care about me, then never care about me again. Why keep giving me hope?"
"Are you letting me feel hopeful just so you can reject me harshly once I get close to you?"
"Do you think it's fun to keep messing with me?"
"Ye Qingxian, you're awful. You're just taking advantage of the fact that I like you to keep tormenting me, Ye Xiaoyao."
Big tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I... didn't." Ye Qingxian pulled out a piece of paper, wanting to wipe my face clean.
The more she wiped, the harder I cried. No matter what she did, she couldn't get me to stop.
Ye Qingxian fell silent, and could only ask,
"Junior Sister, which of those things you said were true?"
I looked at her with red-rimmed eyes. "All of them."
Ye Qingxian gazed at me quietly, then finally looked a little speechless.
"I've heard those words many times."
"And in different places, too."
She thought for a long time before finally deciding to tell me. "There's one thing you sensed correctly. I really don't like you anymore."
"And the reason is simple: I pulled out my own threads of affection. As for where the ones I used to have are now, I don't know."
Ye Qingxian had thought it through. If she hadn't pulled them out herself, who could have taken her threads of affection?
And they definitely hadn't been destroyed, because she knew herself well enough to know she'd never destroy something she treasured most.
Her words struck me like a bolt of lightning. My body swayed, and my tears stopped all at once.
"Ye Qingxian, are you insane?"
"Why would you pull out your own threads of