The temperature dropped quickly, the wind was cold, and it cut at her cheeks like a knife.
The girl's victimized appearance was merely another tactic; she was adept at playing the pitiable.
Every time, it made him soften.
But this time, Song Yan's heart was hardened.
Shen Yue pulled her coat tighter, her heart feeling as though it had frozen over.
Her slender, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her delicate and beautiful face holding a hint of desolation. She raised her eyes and gazed at him deeply. Her dark, clear eyes now seemed veiled in a layer of shadow, pure and devoid of any reflection of him.
"It is late, I was truly foolish."
Song Yan's entire being exuded a fierce aura. He instinctively leaned closer, the slender girl gazing at him quietly.
"Then your affection is truly worthless," Song Yan's voice carried a chill. He looked down at her pure black eyes, like a tranquil lake, stretching into infinity.
Shen Yue's fingertips clutched the hem of her clothes. Meeting his ink-black eyes, she felt as though she had plunged into an abyss. The wound on her chest felt as though it had been fiercely torn open, bleeding profusely.
She still smiled, her perfect, snow-white face like the moon fallen into the deep sea, veiled in gauze. Her voice was soft, "It's not that affection is worthless; it's that you are worthless."
The girl's words were like a sharp thorn piercing his heart. He suddenly reached out, grabbing her wrist, and violently yanked her towards him.
She collided with his firm chest, feeling its warmth and the faint scent of sandalwood, his unique aroma.
As Shen Yue smelled it, she felt an even greater chill. Her limbs immediately stiffened, and she felt nauseous.
"Don't touch me!"
The girl struggled uncomfortably, trying to pry his fingers from her wrist. But the man's strength was immense. Shen Yue hadn't eaten much in days, nor had she slept well. Her struggles were as weak as a kitten's, her voice soft and lacking any deterrent force.
His fingers tightened their grip. The girl's excessively beautiful face in front of him turned pale, her resistance undisguised. Yet, the girl had previously used photos to threaten him, wanting to get close, blushing at an extra glance, shy at a touch.
Song Yan was like an enraged lion. His brows were fierce, and he questioned her viciously, "I'm worthless? Who was it that shamelessly lingered before me? Who seduced me? Who used photos to force me?"
"How can you have the nerve to say such things? If it weren't for the low-down tricks you played, I wouldn't have even glanced at you."
Towards the end, he could barely control his surging anger, causing him, usually so rational and calm, to roar. His eyes turned crimson, looking sinister and chilling. His chest heaved violently, but it couldn't quell the immense rage coursing through him.
He had never spoken such cruel and venomous words, nor had he held such prejudice and disgust for anyone. It wasn't just simple dislike, but another indescribable feeling that instilled a sense of dread.
He detested her, yet at the same time, he craved her, like a pervert.
It was the girl who had made him abnormal.
He truly hated her.
The girl lowered her head, her exposed delicate, smooth skin like fine jade. Even without any expression on her face, she remained so beautiful that one couldn't avert their gaze.
She seemed frightened by the man's sudden ferocity.
Her throat felt dry. After a moment of silence, she softly asked, "Is that what you think?"
His gaze swept over the girl's pale face. A fire burned in his chest, urgently seeking an outlet. Veins appeared in his eyes, revealing a fierce glint like a wild beast, staring at her without concealment.
Looking at Song Yan like this, the girl felt an immense sense of unfamiliarity.
It was a face she knew very well, yet it couldn't overlap with the one in her memory at all.
This man was like a monster wearing the skin of little brother Yan.
Song Yan saw his own reflection in the girl's dark eyes – distorted and twisted.
Even he himself felt like a stranger.
The extreme expression on his face slowly faded, receding deep into his core. His face grew dark and inscrutable, his emotions hidden from view.
Gentleness was gone, replaced only by annoyance.
"Isn't it?"
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Saying this, he released her hand, as if unwilling to touch her again. His gaze gradually calmed, as if his loss of control had merely been an illusion.
The girl was lost in thought, then her full, red lips curved upwards slightly. Her eyes were pale and gloomy, yet her smile was indescribably radiant, "You are not wrong."
Song Yan was completely right.
She was dirty and malicious, foolish and disgusting.
Like a rat in a gutter, like silt on the earth after the rain.
If she hadn't actively seduced him, Song Yan truly wouldn't have spared her a second glance.
She was utterly pathetic.
Such a person was fundamentally tainted by merely existing.
In the silence, the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Song Yan looked at Shen Yue's reddened eyes, and his heart seemed to sting for a moment.
But he paid it no mind, his voice flat and cool, "Is there anything else?"
The girl's dark eyelashes were moist, the corners of her eyes tinged with a faint silvery-red. Against her milky white skin, it was like crow feathers on snow.
"Song Yan, do you remember the little crybaby?"
She sat on the chair, her face pale and gloomy, the corners of her eyes faintly red.
Song Yan's brow furrowed slightly.
A vague image seemed to flicker in his mind, but time had passed, covering it with a layer of dust, leaving him unable to recall it clearly.
He looked at the girl, his deep eyes churning with emotions like a surging tide.
Song Yan fell silent.
Silence spread, eventually consuming the faint light in her eyes.
After a long while, she lowered her eyelashes.
The man's deep voice finally echoed.
"I don't remember."
Shen Yue's eyelashes trembled violently, her heart instantly feeling as if a large hand had clutched it.
Song Yan left.
She slowly looked up, gazing at Song Yan's receding figure, her hands and feet growing cold.
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Shen Yue returned to school. The stares she received in class held a hidden malice.
Occasionally, Shen Yue overheard whispers.
"It's because of her that Bai Qingzhen is hospitalized, and she ran off by herself. Truly disgusting."
"Bai Qingzhen was so good to her, and she's so heartless."
...
The sound of footsteps gradually faded, and the voices disappeared.
Shen Yue emerged from a toilet stall and went to the sink. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, feeling distorted. After a minute, she turned on the faucet.
Jiang Wei hadn't come to find her recently. Shen Yue knew he went to the hospital to see Bai Qingzhen every day after school.
Shen Yue didn't stay in the dorms; she applied for commuting.
On her way home, Shen Yue walked for a while, sensing someone behind her.
Shen Yue subtly pulled out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Wei.
After a certain distance, Shen Yue slowly quickened her pace, wanting to head towards a more crowded area. To her surprise, another person walked out from the opposite direction.