Chen Wanru didn’t know where she should go, so she walked aimlessly ahead in her sharp stiletto heels, and just as she was about to reach the end, she had just thought about turning around and withdrawing when suddenly she heard a voice by her ear, "Qingshen."
Just those two simple words cut off Chen Wanru’s intention to leave. She quietly slowed her steps, advanced a few steps forward, and then stood still, straining her ears to listen.
"Qingshen, I like you...I have always liked you a lot. I know you don’t like me, but I still can’t control my feelings for you." This long string of words, consisting of both Chinese and English, Chen Wanru could tell was from a girl from abroad.
After a quiet moment, Li Qingshen’s typically indifferent and cool voice came through, "Selene, I have told you, I only see you as a friend."
"Hasn’t it been enough years?" the girl’s faint voice, speaking fluent English, "I chased you from America to China, why are you not moved at all, why won’t you give me even the slightest response? Even just a little bit, just a little bit would be enough! Or maybe, you could just pretend you really like me, even lying to me would be fine. Just for one night, I would be satisfied."
"I’m sorry, it’s not that I cannot deceive you, but that I cannot deceive myself," Li Qingshen apologized, his tone quiet but tinged with an inexplicable sadness, which made Chen Wanru’s heart suddenly clench painfully. She quietly took a couple of steps back, which allowed her to see the two people standing around the corner of the stairwell.
"Why?" the woman’s voice was a bit plaintive as she took two steps closer to Li Qingshen, but he automatically stepped back. He withdrew so naturally, as if by instinct, as if, apart from the girl named Ling Momo, he could not accept anyone else. The girl wore an expression of hurt, her voice tinged with grievance, "Is it because you can’t forget her? After all these years, why can’t you forget her? Or is it that I’m not good enough?"
"No, Selene, you are good, and you are beautiful," Li Qingshen replied earnestly, but no matter how good or beautiful a woman was, if she was not Ling Momo, what use was she? After all, none was who he wanted. In the drama of emotions, he was destined to lack the acting skills, so Li Qingshen once more spoke, "It’s my own issue, it’s an obstacle I cannot overcome."
"Selene, I always thought you understood, but now I realize you never did."
Li Qingshen raised his hand, pointing towards his chest, "This place, I can’t control it. It ran off with a girl many years ago, and it’s no longer mine to command... So, Selene, in this life, I’m destined to let you down."
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Yet, this seemed to be only for an instant. The next second, his tone became somewhat resolved and cold, "Selene, stop wasting your time on me. Whether it’s now or in the future, no matter how persistent you are, the outcome will not change, I will never like you!"
His tone was so decisive and clear-cut, leaving no room for further discussion, Chen Wanru listened, somewhat dazed. So many years had passed in a flash, and Li Qingshen was still the same Li Qingshen he had always been, without the slightest change.