“Momo!” An Xiaxia cried out in surprise and rushed over to help her up.
Su Xiaomo looked around in bewilderment and sat back in her chair with An Xiaxia’s help.
Nangong Jing guffawed. “Su Xiaomo, you idiot! You’re so dumb! How did you fall down while sitting… Ahahahaha!”
Su Xiaomo didn’t pounce on him to shut him up like she usually did. Nangong Jing’s croak resonated in the air, as unpleasant as the quack of a duck.
“That’s enough! Can’t you see what’s going on?!” As Su Xiaomo’s good friend, Kang Jian stepped forward and smacked Nangong Jing on his forehead.
An Xiaxia waved her hand in front of Su Xiaomo’s face. “Momo, talk to me. What’s going on?”
Su Xiaomo flashed her a forced smile. “Nothing… I didn’t sleep well last night. I need to catch up on my sleep.”
After that, she ignored An Xiaxia’s concerned look and threw herself down on her desk.
Her eyes were burning and she sniveled quietly. Before she knew it, tears rolled down her cheeks and soon dampened her sleeves.
The teenager sitting in the back row, who was as mild as a spring breeze, put down the book in his hand the moment she lowered her head.
He Jiayu watched Su Xiaomo in silence. She wasn’t making any sound, but he could feel the poignant sorrow coming off her.
Was she this upset because of what he said?
–
Let us rewind the time back to the day of the New Year’s Gala.
After Sheng Yize punched Rong Che, all hell broke loose. It was well after 11PM when everything settled down. He Jiayu was about to go to bed when he received a message from Su Xiaomo.
“I’m outside… Um, may I see you now?” The girl sounded nervous and jittery.
He went downstairs, where Su Xiaomo smiled brightly at him, wrapped in a cream-colored scarf. Her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.
“Are you three all right? That was crazy. I went to check up on Xiaxia just then. Sister Ke gave her a hard time and she almost cried…”
“I’m alright.” He Jiayu smiled at her. “Can I help you?”
Su Xiaomo wrung her hands together behind her back for a long time before she summoned up her courage and passed him the bag. “Happy new year, He Jiayu.”
In the bag was the scarf from last time.
He Jiayu was noticeably surprised. He suddenly realized why Su Xiaomo had been avoiding him these days.
So, the gift was for him.
He smiled and took it, looking as mild and genteel as ever. “Thank you.”
Su Xiaomo’s cheeks flushed. “You’re welcome… It’s the least I can do. I wish you a happy new year and for you to live long and prosper… Bah, what am I talking about? Anyway, I hope you’ll live each day happier than the day before!”
Su Xiaomo finished all that in one go. Panting slightly, she looked at the placid face of the teenager in front of her.
He smiled the entire time. However… it was a smile that was so distant and cold.
Yes, it was so cold.
An emotion that shouldn’t be seen on He Jiayu.
He was supposed to be the April breeze that was so warm and comfortable that one could melt in it…
The next second, her suspicions were confirmed —
“Thank you for your new year present and your good wishes. Su Xiaomo, you really are a good friend.” He was still smiling, as if he had no idea how hurtful his words were. “I wish you a wonderful year as well, my good friend.”
Su Xiaomo was stunned.
Friend? A good friend?
Had he thought of her as nothing but a friend all along?!
“He Jiayu… You…”
“I have someone I like now.” The smile widened on the mild teenager’s face, which became a razor that cut her heart.
“Momo!” An Xiaxia cried out in surprise and rushed over to help her up.
Su Xiaomo looked around in bewilderment and sat back in her chair with An Xiaxia’s help.
Nangong Jing guffawed. “Su Xiaomo, you idiot! You’re so dumb! How did you fall down while sitting… Ahahahaha!”
Su Xiaomo didn’t pounce on him to shut him up like she usually did. Nangong Jing’s croak resonated in the air, as unpleasant as the quack of a duck.
“That’s enough! Can’t you see what’s going on?!” As Su Xiaomo’s good friend, Kang Jian stepped forward and smacked Nangong Jing on his forehead.
An Xiaxia waved her hand in front of Su Xiaomo’s face. “Momo, talk to me. What’s going on?”
Su Xiaomo flashed her a forced smile. “Nothing… I didn’t sleep well last night. I need to catch up on my sleep.”
After that, she ignored An Xiaxia’s concerned look and threw herself down on her desk.
Her eyes were burning and she sniveled quietly. Before she knew it, tears rolled down her cheeks and soon dampened her sleeves.
The teenager sitting in the back row, who was as mild as a spring breeze, put down the book in his hand the moment she lowered her head.
He Jiayu watched Su Xiaomo in silence. She wasn’t making any sound, but he could feel the poignant sorrow coming off her.
Was she this upset because of what he said?
–
Let us rewind the time back to the day of the New Year’s Gala.
After Sheng Yize punched Rong Che, all hell broke loose. It was well after 11PM when everything settled down. He Jiayu was about to go to bed when he received a message from Su Xiaomo.
“I’m outside… Um, may I see you now?” The girl sounded nervous and jittery.
He went downstairs, where Su Xiaomo smiled brightly at him, wrapped in a cream-colored scarf. Her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.
“Are you three all right? That was crazy. I went to check up on Xiaxia just then. Sister Ke gave her a hard time and she almost cried…”
“I’m alright.” He Jiayu smiled at her. “Can I help you?”
Su Xiaomo wrung her hands together behind her back for a long time before she summoned up her courage and passed him the bag. “Happy new year, He Jiayu.”
In the bag was the scarf from last time.
He Jiayu was noticeably surprised. He suddenly realized why Su Xiaomo had been avoiding him these days.
So, the gift was for him.
He smiled and took it, looking as mild and genteel as ever. “Thank you.”
Su Xiaomo’s cheeks flushed. “You’re welcome… It’s the least I can do. I wish you a happy new year and for you to live long and prosper… Bah, what am I talking about? Anyway, I hope you’ll live each day happier than the day before!”
Su Xiaomo finished all that in one go. Panting slightly, she looked at the placid face of the teenager in front of her.
He smiled the entire time. However… it was a smile that was so distant and cold.
Yes, it was so cold.
An emotion that shouldn’t be seen on He Jiayu.
He was supposed to be the April breeze that was so warm and comfortable that one could melt in it…
The next second, her suspicions were confirmed —
“Thank you for your new year present and your good wishes. Su Xiaomo, you really are a good friend.” He was still smiling, as if he had no idea how hurtful his words were. “I wish you a wonderful year as well, my good friend.”
Su Xiaomo was stunned.
Friend? A good friend?
Had he thought of her as nothing but a friend all along?!
“He Jiayu… You…”
“I have someone I like now.” The smile widened on the mild teenager’s face, which became a razor that cut her heart.
