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Lin Xu sat dazed in a corner of the campus, her body curled slightly like an injured kitten. The afternoon sun filtered through the sparse branches, casting dappled shadows on her, yet it could not penetrate the gloom in her heart. Tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string, leaving glistening trails on her pale face. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her sobs, but her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps broke the silence of the campus, ringing out clearly in the stillness. Lin Xu's heart tightened; she hurriedly turned her head, startled like a frightened rabbit, her eyes filled with fear and anxiety. When she saw that it was Ye Feng approaching, her body froze as if held in place by an invisible force.
Ye Feng stood quietly behind her, his tall figure casting a shadow over Lin Xu's petite frame in the sunlight. His gaze fell upon her reddened eyes, and a flicker of complex emotion passed through his deep-set eyes.
"You... what are you doing here?" Lin Xu's voice trembled as she struggled to stand up, only to find that her legs felt as heavy as lead and refused to cooperate.
Ye Feng did not answer her question but walked directly in front of her, leaning slightly down to ask in a low, magnetic voice, "Why are you crying?"
His voice was soft yet struck Lin Xu's heart like a heavy blow. She hurriedly lowered her head and wiped at the tears on her face with the back of her hand, trying to sound defiant as she said, "I... I'm not crying."
"Still saying you're not crying when your face is all wet." Ye Feng pulled a tissue from his pocket and offered it to Lin Xu. His tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if he were comforting a petulant child. "Xia Mo is fine; it's just a minor injury. The doctor said she just needs to rest for a few days. Don't be too hard on yourself."
Lin Xu was taken aback. She stared blankly at the tissue Ye Feng extended towards her, momentarily forgetting to take it. She had expected Ye Feng to scold her or look at her with disdain like everyone else—even hate her—after all, it was her fault that Xia Mo got hurt. Yet here he was, comforting her? This kindness pierced deeper than any reproach could have; it felt like a dull knife cutting through her heart.
"Why... why are you treating me this way?" Lin Xu looked up with tear-filled eyes at Ye Feng, her voice quivering with emotion. "You could easily... easily scold me or hit me like everyone else. Why do you have to be so nice to me?"
Ye Feng frowned slightly as he observed Lin Xu's tear-streaked face, an inexplicable emotion swelling within him. He countered gently, "What do you mean by treating you this way?"
"I mean... I mean..." Lin Xu's voice choked up; she struggled to articulate what she felt at that moment. "You could just directly blame me; why do you have to be so... so gentle?"
Ye Feng gazed deeply into her eyes as if he could see through to the very depths of her soul and uncover her most hidden secrets. "Because I know you didn't mean it," he said slowly, his voice low yet firm. "I know you're not someone who would intentionally hurt others."
Those words fell like a stone into Lin Xu's already turbulent heart, creating ripples that spread wider and wider. Suddenly standing up, she turned to flee from this suffocating atmosphere.
"Wait." Ye Feng grasped her wrist firmly, halting her escape. "Are you really that afraid to face me?"
Lin Xu's heart skipped a beat; she felt as if hot iron had seared her wrist, warmth flooding through her body instantly. She dared not look back and merely lowered her head, whispering faintly, "I'm not..."
"Then why do you always avoid me?" Ye Feng held onto her wrist without letting go and pressed further. "Since that day in the infirmary, you've been dodging me. Every time I pass by your classroom, you pretend not to see me; when we’re in the cafeteria and you spot me, you immediately grab your tray and leave; even in the library, you always choose the farthest corner from me... Lin Xu, what are you really afraid of?"
Lin Xu fell silent. Yes, she had been avoiding Ye Feng on purpose, steering clear of any situation where they might meet. She feared confronting feelings she shouldn’t have—afraid of showing too much around him—afraid he would discover that she liked him.
"I... I just think there's nothing for us to talk about." She tried to keep her voice steady but failed as it trembled at the end.
"Really nothing to say?" Ye Feng released her hand; disappointment flickered in his eyes. "Then why is it that every time I walk past your classroom, I see you writing something on the window only to erase it? I thought... maybe you had something to say to me too."
Lin Xu's face turned pale instantly; she felt exposed as if stripped bare before Ye Feng—her secrets laid bare with nowhere to hide. He saw? How could he see? She always made sure no one was around before daring to write that name on the glass… then quickly erased it out of fear of being discovered.
"I..." She opened her mouth but found herself unable to utter a single word. She didn’t know how to explain or disguise herself anymore—she didn’t know how to face Ye Feng’s gaze that seemed capable of seeing right through everything.
Ye Feng sighed with a hint of exasperation in his tone: "Lin Xu, what are you thinking? Can you... tell me?"
Those words seemed to flip a switch within Lin Xu; suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, she felt tears welling up again. "What am I thinking? I can't dare think anything! I just... just..." Her voice broke as tears streamed down uncontrollably once more—each droplet falling softly onto the ground with a faint sound.
At that moment, an old song suddenly played over the school's loudspeaker, its melodious tune echoing through the empty campus, adding a touch of melancholy to their unfinished conversation.
"Some words, if not spoken now, might never have a chance to be said later," Ye Feng said softly, his voice sounding particularly gentle against the backdrop of the music.
Lin Xu looked up at him, her eyes misty with tears, her heart racing as if gripped by an invisible hand. She recalled that day when Luo Yichuan told Jiumei, "I like you." Such simple words required immense courage to utter.
But she couldn't do it. She didn't have Jiumei's bravery or Xia Mo's background; she was just an ordinary girl with no qualifications to like Ye Feng.
"I'm sorry..." She took a step back, her voice filled with bitterness. "I... I need to go study."
With that, she turned and ran away, ignoring Ye Feng calling her name from behind. A single tear fell to the ground, quickly disappearing, just like the budding feelings in her heart that were destined to remain buried forever.
Lin Xu sprinted to the library and found a secluded corner to sit down. She took out her textbooks, forcing herself to focus on studying, but the dense text transformed into dancing musical notes in her mind, composing a sorrowful song.
Ye Feng's words echoed in her head: "Some things left unsaid will lead to regret."
She smiled bitterly and shook her head. What difference would it make if she spoke up? They were destined to be from two different worlds, much like the insurmountable chasm between her and Xia Mo. He was so exceptional and radiant, while she... was just an ordinary girl, even a bit self-deprecating.
Moreover, in his eyes, she might just be an impulsive girl who couldn't control her emotions. Just like today, she knew Xia Mo was unwell but lost her composure due to He Miao's provocations, resulting in Xia Mo getting hurt. What right did she have... to like him?
Lin Xu gazed out at the snowflakes falling gently outside and suddenly remembered the name she had written on the glass window and then erased. Compelled by some force, she took a pen from her pencil case and carefully wrote: Ye Feng in her notebook.
Then she picked up the pen again and scribbled over those two characters until they were completely illegible, as if trying to bury those unwarranted feelings deep within herself.
"This is better," she told herself softly, seeking comfort in her own words. "This is for the best."
But deep down, she knew it was merely self-deception.
Suddenly, with a loud "thud," a snowball hit the window with a crisp sound that startled Lin Xu.
She quickly leaned out to look and saw Ye Feng standing below the library, looking up at her with a smile and waving his hand. Dressed in a black down jacket with a white sweater peeking out at the collar, he appeared even more handsome and tall against the snowy backdrop. The sunlight bathed him in a golden glow, making him look like a prince straight out of a comic book.
In that moment, Lin Xu felt as if her heart had stopped.
"Lin Xu! What are you daydreaming about?" Luo Yichuan's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts from behind. "I ran into Jiumei on my way here; she asked me to tell you something."
Lin Xu snapped back to reality and forced a smile. "What is it?"
"She said, 'Sometimes loving someone doesn't need so many reasons,'" Luo Yichuan said slowly and deliberately, his gaze serious and focused as if this statement held profound wisdom. "What do you think?"
Lin Xu was taken aback. She remembered what Jiumei had once told her: "Every time you mention him, your eyes light up like stars in the night sky."
It turned out everyone could see it; only she stubbornly denied it and buried those feelings deep within herself.
She turned back to look outside, but Ye Feng had already disappeared, leaving only the faint water mark of the melted snowball on the glass.
Perhaps, loving someone truly doesn't require so many reasons, just like a moth to a flame, fully aware of the pain yet still rushing in without hesitation.
However, some feelings are destined to remain buried deep within the heart, like a seed silently taking root and sprouting in the darkness, forever unable to see the sunlight.
Lin Xu took a deep breath and silently said to himself, "Ye Feng, I'm sorry. I can only keep this feeling hidden deep inside."
Outside the window, the snow continued to fall silently, flake after flake, as if it would never cease.
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