Maybe she should just become a dried-fish girl, give up on romance, stop putting on exquisite makeup every day, stop deliberately engineering all kinds of chance encounters just to cross paths with him, then hoping to find even a trace of emotion related to herself in his eyes.
Bai Hui had that thought for an instant, but immediately knew she could not do it. He was standing right beside her; even the feeling of being more than friends was intoxicating beyond measure.
His presence mingled with her breath. His looks, his words, his every gesture formed the images that drifted through her mind each day. If she removed such a person from her life, would that not be like cutting her soul away from her body?
In the Golden Compass, human souls became little animals that followed people around. Evil scientists experimented on children, cutting apart their souls. How painful and pitiful those children were after losing their souls.
No one would want that.
Bai Hui merely bit her lip and watched him bend over to carefully select various products that were not exactly luxurious, but definitely mid-to-high-end. For female college students, they could also be considered goals to strive for in the pursuit of an exquisite life.
She still remembered last year at Gao Dewei's house, when Gao Dewei suggested that Bai Hui invest the money she spent on cosmetics in Ningxiang Black Pig, and Liu Chang'an's teasing smile and expression.
Yet now he was here picking out cosmetics. How ironic. Of course, he would not remember that scene, nor would he find it ironic. Only Bai Hui herself was like a clown, laughed at while standing onstage, then watching the people below the stage while wanting to cry.
But why Yan Qingcheng?
Beyond jealousy, bitterness, and the ache