Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo. The girl before him was indeed beautiful, but she wasn’t to the extent that would shock the entire world.
In truth, Li Qingshen really wanted to say she was a breathtaking beauty, but considering the rules of the game, an insincere answer would mean never achieving happiness.
His happiness was Ling Momo.
Therefore, Li Qingshen shook his head and said, "She is very beautiful, but not quite a stunner."
Immediately after, Li Qingshen added another sentence: "Just like you."
At this thought, Ling Momo felt a small wave of melancholy. Was he complimenting her beauty, or suggesting it was just ordinary?
Li Qingshen didn’t notice the girl’s reaction. Instead, he appeared somewhat distracted, with a gentle smile at the corner of his lips, as he spoke in a light tone, "But in my heart, she is indeed a stunner."
Ling Momo felt a slight tremble in her heart and thought that perhaps this is what deep love was. In everyone’s heart, the person they love is a stunning beauty.
Then, Ling Momo asked, "So, what kind of girl is she?"
"She..." Li Qingshen’s gaze drifted as he began to speak more about the girl he cherished. "She looks smart but can be surprisingly foolish, she’s persistent, has dreams and ideals, dares to love and hate. She’s kind, yet sometimes she can be quite bad, hmm... her badness isn’t really badness, it’s a mischievous kind..."
Li Qingshen seemed to be recalling something delightful, his face glowing with a faint tenderness as he continued, "Sometimes, even though she drives you crazy, you’re helpless against her. In her presence, all of my defenses break down."
Listening to Li Qingshen, Ling Momo couldn’t help but feel that the girl didn’t seem particularly extraordinary. Perhaps that’s just how love is, inexplicably ensnaring you, making you infatuated to the point of no return. The person you consider the best might only be so-so in the eyes of others.
"Does she like you now?" Ling Momo continued with her curiosity.
Li Qingshen lowered his eyes for a moment before shaking his head: "No, she doesn’t."
Ling Momo was slightly distracted and remarked, "Falling for someone who doesn’t like you back must be exhausting."
Li Qingshen said nothing, asking himself over and over again, Is it exhausting? Finally, he spoke up, "I’ve gotten used to it."
He had really gotten used to it.
And then liking her simply became an instinct.
"I’ve gotten used to it..." Ling Momo murmured, then added, "Even so, that must hurt."
She had loved Enson for so long, and each memory was painful. How much more for him, who had loved for so long?
Li Qingshen remained silent this time.
Ling Momo lowered her eyes as if questioning herself and Li Qingshen: "What if she never loves you? What then?"
Li Qingshen’s gaze turned sorrowful, and after a long while, he shook his head and said, "I don’t know."
"Have you never thought about giving up?" Ling Momo’s question was a bit solemn, seeking resonance more than anything else. She wondered if she should give up on loving Enson.
Note: End of the World requires a ticket as this is a novel and the plot requires it, so please understand this small inconsistency with reality. Chapters first released on novel-fire.net