Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

Someone is admiring the scenery, but it seems... he has also become part of the scenery in someone else's eyes.

Ruo Yemu cupped her face in her hands, staring intently at Yan Ming as he looked out the window.

But today, someone seems unusually oblivious, still unable to notice the shyness of a young girl in love, just staring blankly at the non-existent scenery like a wooden statue.

Where outside the window can you find a view more beautiful than a young girl?

It's just a distraction tactic to avoid facing certain things directly.

But how could those utterly innocent yet incredibly sincere feelings be so easily ignored?

Ultimately, he lacked composure and was the first to fall in this tacit game of silence.

"Come sit here, it's windy here, you might get blown away."

"……May I?"

"sure……"

Yanming was about to move aside a bit so that Mu could sit down, but Mu had already sat between his legs before that.

"Well."

He could probably spend his whole life trying to understand the girl in his arms, who was as dreamy and almost transparent as an elf.

One second she was still shy, but the next she immediately put her little scheme into action the moment he opened his mouth.

Mu curled her legs up tightly, as if trying to completely merge her already petite body into the other's, becoming a community in another form.

Of course, such a naive and unrealistic idea could not possibly be realized, and both of them knew this.

But doing this... will at least be a little warmer than before.

"Can you hold me?... Just for a little while... that will be enough."

Yanming remained completely still in response to those words.

Liking someone is a feeling that's hard to describe.

Perhaps it would be a string of glass wind chimes, tinkling softly in the gentle breeze.

But, "liking" can actually be very, very simple...

"do you hate me?"

Yanming's nerves tensed for a moment, then relaxed: "How could such a thing be possible?"

"So that's love?"

"..."

He couldn't answer that question.

Even if he knew the answer, he shouldn't have said it.

Mu felt a prickling sensation in her heart, and then the girl began to sob softly: "I won't give up. Even if... you don't respond, I will keep going until you hate me."

Emotions suppressed for more than a decade sprouted and grew tender seedlings under the kind care of strangers... Even without further fertilizer and water, they will continue to grow.

This was something she had vaguely sensed from the very first time they met.

Now, in this small space with only the two of them, facing this unrequited and ambiguous feeling, Mu felt it was time for him to muster up his courage.

It either blossoms and bears fruit, or it withers and fades away.

Compared to the unreserved frankness between Yanming and Xiangzi, he maintained the same restraint he had shown when he first met Mu in his interactions with her. Even after some breakthroughs in their subsequent progress, he still retained a small amount of distance and politeness.

Mu couldn't understand why Xiang could get so close to Yanming so easily, while he couldn't.

Is it simply because...she arrived a step too late?

I'm so unwilling...

Even though the other party was Xiangzi, she was still very unwilling.

It was this feeling of being treated differently that Mu found unacceptable.

Chapter 246 It's All Your Fault

If there are regrets

Yanming once said... Asking questions is the fastest way to solve a problem.

"Yanming... I like you."

"..."

There was still no response.

Definitely

Such a flimsy and unsupported way of expressing herself, just like before, would never elicit a response or attention from others.

Ke Mu doesn't want things to be the same as before.

Who has ever loved or lived that kind of doll-like life?

She is Wakaba Mutsu

She is an ordinary girl

Mortis is also one of the guitarists for Ave Mujica.

She is not afraid of death.

What she feared most was being ignored by others... That feeling was a million times worse than death for Mu.

And so… harboring such a shameful and dark state of mind, I speak of my thoughts and the anguish of unrequited love, of the pain and itch that feels like millions of ants gnawing at my very bones… to either elevate this feeling or bring it to a complete end.

Let's just do it this way... She can't... she can't endure this kind of life anymore.

Why, after giving me sunshine and rain, do you deliberately ignore me like this?

Why do you always appear when I need you, making me so hopeless?

why why……

Why do you always show favoritism towards Xiang?

"Tell me seriously that you like me... Your superficial smile... I just can't understand it... I don't even understand my own feelings."

It wasn't just Yanming who couldn't see through Mu's existence.

If Ye Mu also couldn't understand Yan Ming's thoughts, she could only look at him with despair at his always polite and peaceful smile, and his repeated, distant, concern for her.

He seemed to treat everyone with such consideration and gentleness, and "Wakaba Mutsumi" was essentially no different from everyone else.

In Yanming's eyes, there seemed to be only two distinctions: "Xiao Xiang" and "children who need care".

……Why?

Why is that?

She wouldn't want something like that...

Mu never imagined that she, who used to be so taciturn and introverted, would one day have such ordinary troubles.

In comparison, the loneliness she had experienced seemed insignificant in the face of this pain.

Yanming frantically tried to soothe Mu's emotions, but his feeble explanations only made the tears flow more freely: "I never imagined... that my actions would hurt you... I just wanted to help you..."

He is not an omnipotent god.

There are also things that I cannot do and problems that I cannot solve.

For example, right now, Yanming has absolutely no idea how to comfort Mu.

When it comes to romantic relationships, his senses become dulled. He not only fails to perceive the thoughts of the person in his arms, but he also doesn't know how to react.

There were no templates for him to refer to, and no room for error for him to make adjustments.

He knew nothing about these feelings and had no way of knowing them; he could only act on instinct.

But a young girl's mind is so delicate; how can she be so thorough in everything if she only relies on instinct?

“…I’m sorry.” Yanming lowered his head, but in the end, he couldn’t go against his reason and hug Ruoye Mu’s body.

He has lost the right to be willful.

"What...?" Mu didn't get the answer she wanted.

She doesn't need an apology, she doesn't need any further explanation.

All she wanted to hear was "I like you too"...it was that simple...

Mu asked again in a low voice, "Was it really the right decision for me to fall in love with you?"

"Whether something is right or wrong is entirely influenced by one's own subjective judgment... If you think it's wrong, then perhaps... it is indeed wrong..."

"Yanming!"

Yanming's words were abruptly cut off, just as his chaotic thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

"Stop...running away, and stop making me feel...that I still have hope..."

Yanming: "..."

silence.

We can only remain silent.

At this point, saying anything will only make the situation worse and more unmanageable.

This is a limitation of language.

“…I understand.” Mu closed her eyes sadly.

The next second, she ripped off the hair clip she always wore, and just as the Ferris wheel was about to reach its highest point, she stood up and threw it out.

Turn around

Two gazes clashed beneath the sky; the former was assertive, the latter filled with remorse.

"You and Xiang... haven't kissed yet, have you?"

Mu's once neat bangs suddenly became a mess, fluttering wildly with her exaggerated movements...

If you can't gain anything, at least leave some trace of your presence.

This is something only adults can do... If I do this, you can't treat me like a child anymore, right?

"Coo-choo...choo..."

Mu is clear about what he is doing, and understands the meaning of doing so and the possible consequences.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He didn't push me away... so he must like me, and my thoughts weren't wrong.

Yanming just encountered the same problem as me; he simply didn't know how to express his feelings for me... That must be it.

A moment of tenderness is destined to be short-lived, but it can be profound enough to leave him with something to remember, or even... a shadow.

No matter who Yanming chooses to be with in the future, he will definitely think of this moment when he kisses that person.

Thinking about what they look like now.

"Chirp...pop".

A brief separation serves as a halftime break.

Excess saliva was drawn out from the back of his tongue, stretched into thin strands... then broke and dripped onto Yanming's clothes on his chest.

"Huff...huff...Xiao Mu...calm down...doing this is wrong..."

[Physique: 4]

Even if Yanming wanted to refuse, his frail body was simply unable to mount any effective resistance.

Mu noticed the trembling and fear in Yanming's pupils, but she didn't care. In her opinion, it was just the other party's last hesitation.

Yanming is so capable; if he really wanted to refuse, he wouldn't have let me succeed.

So

Go ahead.