Su Muzhi looked at Jiang Linyuan for a long while but didn't continue. She turned and went inside without saying a word.
"Su Muzhi..."
Jiang Linyuan called out.
"What is it?"
Su Muzhi didn't turn around. She paused with her hand on the door, about to close it.
"Well, if I have to find someone to pretend to be my girlfriend, I don't think there's any need to take such a long way around."
"What do you mean?"
"Do I really have to spell it out?"
"Of course."
"Weren't you just pretending to be my girlfriend?"
"Say it."
Su Muzhi turned to look at Jiang Linyuan.
"Little Su..."
"Call me by my name."
She cut him off firmly.
"Su Muzhi, will you pretend to be my girlfriend?"
"You added one word too many."
"Little Su, don't push your luck!"
"Hehe..."
Su Muzhi smiled.
"You said it yourself. No taking it back."
"If we're going to act, we might as well do it properly. Just so we're clear, we're only fooling Zhao Qiuluo. Afterward, we'll still be good friends."
Jiang Linyuan reminded her.
"Sure."
Su Muzhi nodded, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.
She'd finally found a little opening.
"Then, see you tomorrow, boyfriend."
She raised a hand and waved, giving him a playful wink, like a sparkling ice crystal on a snowy night.
After watching Su Muzhi close the door, Jiang Linyuan turned and went back to his own room.
When the false becomes true, the true becomes false; when nothing becomes something, something becomes nothing.
But he wasn't Jia Baoyu, and Su Muzhi wasn't Lin Daiyu.
Their relationship was fake, their feelings were half real and half fake, but the pain was real.
Jiang Linyuan lay on the bed, looking at the frost flowers on the window. They