You Hurt Me

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Feitan kept staring straight at him. "I'm not Byakuya Kuchiki, so you won't even make up a lie to brush me off?"

What was so good about that pretty-boy Byakuya Kuchiki that Yezi couldn't forget him? He couldn't even see anyone else.

"I've never thought that." Luo Ye met his gaze, his tone earnest. "Feitan, I've never wanted to brush you off. Even if you aren't Byakuya Kuchiki, you're still Feitan. You're no worse than anyone else."

Even if Feitan had been a heinous bandit in the original story, he still had his own unique charm. He was no worse than anyone else.

So he shouldn't compare himself to others. What he should do most was be himself, rather than waste too much time on someone as insignificant as him.

"You're lying." Feitan looked away, his expression sullen. "If I'm really no worse than anyone else, why don't you like me?"

So the only possibility was that he still wasn't good enough. He wasn't outstanding enough to draw Yezi's eyes to him, which meant he wasn't good enough.

"Feitan, you need to understand that liking someone doesn't really have much to do with whether you're good or not. It isn't logical, and it has no pattern. A king might fall in love with a beggar, and an angel might fall in love with a demon."

Luo Ye racked his brains to give him examples, wanting to save him from his hopeless unrequited love. "So, me not liking you doesn't necessarily mean you aren't good enough. It's because, before I met you, I'd already met the right person."

Although Byakuya Kuchiki was fake, it was true that he didn't want to date Feitan.

He knew how Feitan felt about him, but that was all. Their values