Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
So are you thinking about your ex-girlfriend or your glorious days in the army? Somehow, Luosang felt a little sorry for his ex-girlfriend. Nian Junting was terribly unromantic.
Occasionally, the movie seemed more like a comedy. However, when the couple broke up, Luosang’s eyes started tearing up. She tried to keep herself from crying, because if Nian Junting saw her cry, he wouldn’t hand her a tissue. Instead, he would get mad.
Later, she sneakily glanced at Nian Junting. The screen’s dim light illuminated his face. He remained expressionless the whole time. The only time he moved was to cross his legs, grab Luosang’s hand, or put popcorn into his mouth from time to time.
At the end of the film, the couple didn’t get back together. The background music was touching, so quite a few girls were already quietly wiping their tears away with tissues. On the other hand, many of the men stayed impassive.
Luosang couldn’t help but blink quickly. However, tears still gushed out of her eyes. Thankfully, the light wasn’t on, so no one could see that she was crying. As she was thinking how grateful she was for that, Nian Junting suddenly turned on his phone and lit up her face with its screen.
“What are you doing?” Luosang wasn’t prepared for that. She was still crying, and her voice was dry.
“Ah, I saw that some people around us were crying, so I wanted to see if you were crying, too.” Nian Junting stared at her. His sharp eyes observed the tear stains on her face and the glistening teardrops in her eyelashes.
“You’re crying. You’re crying watching exes. Do you miss Yi Jingxi?” Nian Junting’s handsome face immediately turned as cold as ice.
“No, I don’t…” Before Luosang finished talking, Nian Junting stood up and walked outside with large strides. Feeling helpless, Luosang hurriedly followed him. He walked quickly. Within the blink of an eye, he had walked out of the theater.
“Nian Junting, wait!” Luosang made an effort to catch up with him, then held his hand.
Nian Junting pushed her hand away, glared at her, and said through clenched teeth, “Xu Luosang, right in front of me, you missed Yi Jingxi so much that you even cried! What, do you want to get back with him? Are you reminded of the days when you were pursuing him? Sadly, he was just using you.”
“Enough! I just cried because of a movie, yet even that made you criticize me. I cried because the movie was touching. What does that have to do with my ex?” Luosang clenched her fists and yelled back at him, “Aren’t you touched at all?”
Nian Junting snorted coldly and said, “Why should I be touched by that kind of movie? We should watch ‘Wolf Warriors.’”
Luosang covered her chest, as she was so angry that her chest hurt. Wolf Warriors, my *ss. “I prefer these kinds of literary films.” Luosang took a deep breath and said, “Didn’t you find it very touching? They were a couple. He thought she wouldn’t leave, but she believed that he would persuade her to stay. In the end, they fell apart. It made me think that if we had a fight, I shouldn’t leave you, or I’d be d*mned if you didn’t try to stop me from leaving. I don’t want to leave you.”
Nian Junting paused for a few seconds, then his eyes suddenly sparkled with warmth and happiness. “So you were thinking about me. Silly, if we had a fight and you tried to leave me, I’d break your legs. What are you worrying about?” Nian Junting looked at her and smiled.
Luosang hurriedly looked at her own legs and touched them softly. That was the scariest lover’s prattle she had ever heard.
“So the movie wasn’t bad.” Nian Junting held her hand and said, “Sadly, I didn’t pay attention to it.”