"Sorry."
"I don't want to pressure you."
"I just like you."
"You have the right to reject me."
"But I have the right to like you, too."
What a similar answer.
Song Chuxia reached up and rubbed her temples hard as the words came to mind.
What a... self-important person.
"Constant dripping wears away stone."
"I really do like him."
Song Qianqian murmured.
"I'll prove to him that I like him more than anyone else."
"He'll realize I'm more suited to him than anyone else."
"He'll like me."
"We're made for each other."
"Go get some sleep."
"Maybe you'll find everything you want in a dream."
"In reality, you're already out of the running."
"He blocked you."
"You two will never be together."
"You know that, don't you?"
"You cried in front of him, called out to him..."
"You even begged him."
"You looked for him everywhere, ambushed him everywhere..."
"Did you stalk him?"
"Tsk, tsk."
"How frightening."
"What else have you done?"
"Anything even worse?"
"But no matter what you do, it won't work."
"He just doesn't like you."
"The more you do, the more he'll hate you."
"Heh heh."
"Why haven't you given up yet?"
"What are you holding on for?"
"You—"
"I like him!"
Song Qianqian shouted.
She clutched at her own throat.
All that shouting had made her throat ache.
She didn't care.
Love had numbed her to pain long ago.
"I—"
"Shut up!"
Song Chuxia growled.
"Shut up."
Song Chuxia repeated herself.
This time, though, her gaze swept over the area around them.
She had always felt there was something strangely disjointed about Song Qianqian's conversation with her.
Some of it didn't follow from what came before.
After remembering Qian Cheng, she finally understood why.
It was Shan Gao, wasn't it?