"However many times I rejected him, he acted as if he hadn't heard me."
"He said that rejecting him was my right."
"But liking me was his right, too."
Song Chuxia said all this expressionlessly.
"He said that if enough time passed, I'd see how sincere he was."
"He said he was the person who liked me most."
"Doesn't that sound a lot like you?"
Song Chuxia looked at Song Qianqian.
"Are you also someone who refuses to give up?"
"Do you think your feelings deserve to be acknowledged?"
"Do you think your feelings are so sincere, so intense..."
"That they deserve a response."
"That you're sure to get a response."
"And with that confidence, you just keep going without giving up."
"No matter how the other person rejects you."
"Even if you're really causing the person you like a great deal of stress and trouble."
Song Qianqian parted her lips.
"..."
"I think I have some right to speak on this."
Song Chuxia tucked the hair beside her ear.
"I'm in a position very similar to that of the boy you like."
"Of course, he and I are still two different people."
"Men and women may think quite differently, too."
"But I can tell you how I feel."
"Take it as a reference."
Song Chuxia straightened up.
"For me..."
"He—my pursuer—hasn't brought me even a little happiness with his advances."
"Not even the slightest bit of vanity."
"His constant presence has made the burden on my heart heavier and heavier."
"He's already interfering with my daily life."
"I'm even close to feeling physically repulsed by him."
"He likes you..."
Song Qianqian murmured.
"Does liking someone mean you can do whatever you want?"
A hint of mockery crept into Song Chuxia's voice despite herself.