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The last thing he wanted to see, the inevitable outcome he had been delaying, was this:

Li Qingran's first complete clash with reality left her battered and bruised.

Her departure in the afternoon was less a concession and more an escape of her own motives.

It's like finding out that your favorite toy has already been bought by someone else.

The innocent and tender little girl was initially heartbroken, but she tried her best not to cry in front of the adults, pretending that she could buy something else.

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she makes up a lame excuse that she wants to go out and play by herself, thinking that there are other things she can do, and that she'll be even happier if she does a little something else.

She would walk alone, using her pocket money to buy a candy that used to be her favorite, but when she ate it, she found that the candy no longer tasted sweet.

She vaguely thought it was because she had grown up that she felt the candy from before...

It tastes so bad.

Of course, that's fine too. Gentle and kind by nature, she's long been used to entertaining herself. She can even pretend the candy is delicious and eat it all.

Then, I went to the pond to look at the tadpoles, only to find that they had all turned into smelly toads. But that's okay; toads do look a lot like the Frog Prince.

So I collected a few aluminum cans and took them to the old man at the recycling center to exchange for change. I got two coins, went to the convenience store to play the arcade game, and one coin could be exchanged for ten marbles...

It's okay if the coin gets swallowed.

Anyway, the boss can compensate her...

It's okay if the boss scolds her.

Anyway, there are still plenty of aluminum cans on the street...

It's okay if you can't find a can, the weather is still great, you can just go somewhere further away...

It's raining.

There is no umbrella.

That's okay.

Because if it rains, no one can tell whether she got wet from the rain or from crying, so she doesn't have to hide and cry silently; she can walk down the street and cry her heart out.

If the adults can't see her, her crying is ineffective. The people she cherishes most won't call her childish, and won't be sad because of her crying.

So when Lin Mo barged into her room, Li Qingran's first instinct was to cover her face so he wouldn't see how she was crying.

I wanted to crawl under the bed so he wouldn't see me, I didn't want him to worry, I didn't want him to be sad, I wanted to hide, I wanted to hide quickly...

"Don't look..."

She longed to be with him, not just simply, but forever, like fish and water, birds and the sky, together forever.

However, there is more than one fish in the water, and more than one bird in the sky.

But how can a fish complain about the water that gave it life, and a bird not resent the sky that granted it freedom?

Just as Li Qingran had predicted, she would cry, she would make a scene, she would definitely be very sad, she would throw a tantrum, and she would become unlike herself.

Crying is an innate instinct.

But not crying to Lin Mo and not wanting to hurt him are acquired instincts.

Lin Mo couldn't bear to see her grieve alone.

The lights were off, so as not to expose her most vulnerable side to the light.

Grabbing her fair calves, I first stopped her from crawling under the bed and hiding in the darkness.

He took two steps forward, knelt down, grabbed her arm, and hugged her tightly, holding her with all his might.

Li Qingran struggled in his arms, but her struggles were very small; her small hands pushed him away symbolically before falling limply to her sides.

She wasn't completely powerless, of course; she was just afraid—even the slightest possibility—that her nails might scratch him, or her head might hit him...

But after a while, the girl twisted her body again, her head always turned to the side. Even though Lin Mo was holding her tightly, pressed against his chest, she still didn't want him to see her face, didn't want to be relieved of the pain she should have experienced during her growth by being in his embrace.

The girl's slight resistance was like a goldfish hitting the glass in its tank—helpless and weak, yet persistent.

She was expressing a rejection.

Lin Mo hugging her meant that she had hurt him, and she didn't want that.

Just let her go; Qingran will be the same as before the next day.

At most, I'll secretly cry for a while at night.

Even after I've cried, I'll still say goodnight to him and good morning the next day. Nothing will be different.

Li Qingran has experienced a lot of suffering.

She knew that only by swallowing these pains little by little could she slowly forget them and become numb, just like how she numbly grew up.

She became accepting, accepting that while she liked Lin Mo, she also liked everything he had hidden from her.

It's better than leaving him.

She could accept anything, except leaving him.

That's more painful than death, a thousand times more painful...

However... none of these are correct.

What she feared most was not leaving him, but Lin Mo leaving her.

She discovered a truth that could cast doubt on him, yet she carefully avoided it, carefully hid away, carefully made excuses for him, and only when she had absolutely no other choice did she carefully cry.

Lin Mo has a second home.

The more mature Li Qingran became, the more she realized how childish and baseless her relationship with Lin Mo was. Compared to the other girl who had cared for Lin Mo as he grew up, she had no foundation.

How could she not want to bury her face in Lin Mo's arms, cry loudly, hit him, yell at him, ask him why he lied to her, how she hated it, how she hated this, and vowed never to talk to him again, never to speak to him again...

It's just that Lin Mo is too precious to her, and she isn't the only precious person to Lin Mo.

I dare not try, not even a little bit.

Because even liking something has an expiration date; you might lose your way home, and promises made can be forgotten.

She... had nothing...

"You have."

Although Lin Mo couldn't hear her thoughts or see any information, at this moment, he had to give her something.

This charade can't go on any longer. Li Qingran's patience has reached its limit, but she's foolishly thinking it's all her fault and that she can still endure it.

"Li Qingran has Lin Mo's love."

He added,

Lin Mo gently stroked the back of her neck, from top to bottom, as if he were petting a small dog dirty from the cold rain and mud.

The puppy chased you through the muddy ground all night in the rain, how could you not stop and hug her?

Even if Lin Mo, that clueless guy, didn't know what love or hate were, at this moment, all he could offer was the most basic, the most beautiful thing—something unseen but most likely to touch her.

Whether it was because her feelings had been answered, or because of her infatuation with love, Li Qingran stopped struggling.

She raised her tear-streaked eyes, her fluttering eyelids resembling a willow swaying in the autumn wind and rain.

"Lin Mo... liking can turn into disliking..."

Her poignant beauty stunned Lin Mo for a moment, and his heart unconsciously tightened with tension.

"Liking has an expiration date, but love doesn't," he said solemnly.

This is a lie, except for Li Qingran.

Qingran doesn't know what love is...

Every syllable the girl uttered was a trembling, uneasy melody.

It doesn't matter whether you know or not.

"Just know that I love everything about you, from the past to the present and into the future."

He had expected it to be cheesy, but he blurted it out instinctively, without any build-up or preparation.

Lin Mo discovered that he also had an instinct,

Love Ranbao's instinct.

"Qingran, Qingran needs to know..."

Such a simplistic definition of love clearly could not fill the immense psychological void in Li Qingran's mind.

"Lin Mo, if you don't know... don't lie to Qing Ran..."

Li Qingran's voice gradually thickened, and even in the night, the tears glistening in her beautiful eyes could still be seen.

Twinkling, twinkling, but there are no stars, only the fear of disappointment when facing greater promises and expectations.

"Home, too, will disappear... Growing up is so tiring..."

"It hurts...here." Li Qingran pointed to her heart, her pink lips trembling slightly.

"call..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Lin Mo thought to himself, realizing that he was the one who had brought Li Qingran to this state, he wanted to kill himself.

Damn, how do you say those cheesy pickup lines again?

How should I put it? Even just one sentence that might soothe her would be helpful...

Why did that stupid game design so many monsters? They scared my Ranbao half to death...

This Lin Mo was also born in the underworld.

What is love? What is love?

Lin Mo had previously only tried to prevent Li Qingran from thinking in this direction, but now he wanted him to explain things to her clearly...

What did he and she do together? What...?

"Going to the supermarket."

"supermarket..."

Lin Mo used all his knowledge to speak,

"Going grocery shopping with you is the most romantic ritual."

"romantic..."

"Yes, love needs romance."

"And we take walks; we take walks every day."

"Taking a walk with you is the most intimate thing."

Love requires intimacy.

"And, like now, let's hug each other..."

"Hugging you is the most powerful thing to do."

"Embrace...does love also need strength..." Li Qingran's learning ability truly came into play, she murmured as she drew inferences from one instance to another.

Strength, intimacy, romance—she and Lin Mo possess all of these...

She seemed to have become immersed in the atmosphere Lin Mo had created.

But it was destroyed shortly after I started using it.

Suddenly, Lin Mo cupped her cheeks, pulling her close without her being able to refuse or resist. Her body crashed into his arms, her hands helplessly clinging to his back...

As he drew closer, even though the room was pitch black, Lin Mo's eyes shone brightly.

The girl's pupils dilated instantly, whether to see him more clearly in the darkness or because of Lin Mo's sudden action...

"Damn, I've wanted to do this for ages..."

Lin Mo's words were so rude... and his actions were too.

She could hear her heartbeat too.

I got a "pop" on my forehead.

Her mind seemed to have been sucked away, leaving it blank; the unfocused unease in her eyes turned into a fixed, blank stare.