Lu Niange, however, couldn’t help but turn back as she stepped out of the venue and took one last look at Ling Momo, who stood there alone, her gaze slightly dazed.
Lu Niange and Ling Momo met again after half a year, which struck Ling Momo particularly hard.
Ling Momo didn’t know how she managed to get home.
She didn’t eat or drink anything, and as she lay in bed, she felt entirely cold.
She also didn’t know when she had fallen asleep.
In her dream, it was a scene inside X University. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⁂fire.net
In the music classroom, a tender girl played the piano, while a gentle man stood by, quietly listening.
After a while, the girl would lift her head.
The moment she lifted her head, there was a brilliant light overflowing from the bottoms of her eyes.
The cherry blossoms bloomed all over the campus of X University.
The girl and the man sat under a cherry tree, quietly reading. The wind blew, scattering the cherry blossoms, which landed on the man’s black hair.
The girl turned her head and gently removed the petals with her hand.
The man took the chance to hold the girl close and whispered in her ear, "Momo... I love you."
In the woods of X University, every few distances, there was another couple.
The sound of a basketball hitting the ground could be heard from the nearby playground.
It was like the heartbeat of the girl and the man, unusually fast.
The man held the girl tightly.
After a while, the girl lifted her head, a hint of sorrow in her eyes, tugging at the man’s sleeve, pouting in an incredibly adorable manner, "What do I do, Niange, I miss you already, though you haven’t left..."
The moonlight was calm, shining on the girl’s fair skin, her lips moist and particularly enticing. The man couldn’t help swallowing, suddenly unable to restrain himself, he bowed his head and slowly sealed her lips...
The dream consisted of these fragmented scenes replaying relentlessly in Ling Momo’s mind, endlessly.
She didn’t wake from the dream until midway through the next day, still groggy.
It was another sunny day.
The bright sun shone in through the window, hitting her slightly pale face.
She stared at the empty ceiling for a long time before realizing she had dreamt about Lu Niange all night.
Ling Momo took out her phone, slowly tapped it, and looked at the screensaver of her and Lu Niange together. The thought of Niange’s unfamiliar and cold demeanor from yesterday made her eyes sore, and the tears she had held back for so long could no longer be contained, and they fell.
She curled up in bed, crying like a child.
After crying, her whole body shrank into a ball, and she vaguely felt her heart, where an unhealed wound was, again begin to pulse with fresh red liquid, bringing with it agonizing pain.
After the crying, Ling Momo lay on the bed, listless.
For so long, she had one obsession in her heart: as long as Lu Niange hadn’t broken up with her, he was still her boyfriend.
Even, she delusionally thought that if she became stronger, defeated Jian Chenxi, Lu Niange would come back to her.
But yesterday, after Ling Momo met Lu Niange again, she found her own thoughts laughable.