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"Those words are hard to hear, and I know you'll feel sad after reading them." He paused, lowering his voice even more. "I didn't know... so he chose the simplest method—cold treatment, distancing himself from me?"
I stared at him in shock. So it was because of this? It wasn't that he disliked me or found me troublesome, but rather... he didn't know how to comfort me?
This explanation was somewhat unexpected yet seemed to align with his awkward nature of being unable to express himself.
"Then... what about Sun Rui's gift?" I couldn't help but ask, my voice tinged with a barely noticeable bitterness.
He was taken aback for a moment before quickly responding. "You mean the headphones? I already returned them."
"Returned them?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "I made it clear to her that I have..." He hesitated, seemingly searching for the right words. "I have someone I care about now, and asked her not to bother me anymore."
I have... someone I care about now?
My heart skipped a beat, and it felt as if blood rushed to my head at that moment. Was he talking about me?
I looked at him in disbelief, my mouth slightly agape but unable to utter a single word.
He watched my stunned expression with a mix of helplessness and amusement. Taking a small step closer, he reduced the distance between us.
"Xia Zhi," he called my name, his voice deep and gentle, like a feather brushing against my heart. "My coldness these past few days wasn't because I dislike you; it's..."
He took a deep breath as if summoning great courage, his gaze intensely fixed on my eyes.
"It's because I didn't know how to tell you... I think I've started to like you."
Boom—!
My mind went blank in an instant, as if countless fireworks exploded in my brain.
He... he said he liked me? Lu Xingyan, that High and Cold Academic Genius, likes me?
I felt my cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg, and my heart raced as if it were about to leap out of my throat.
Seeing my shocked expression, his ears turned even redder, and there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "You..."
I shook my head vigorously, trying to clear my mind, then nodded emphatically.
I wasn't sure if my nod meant "I understand" or something else entirely.
When he saw me nodding, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The tension in his lips finally relaxed into a small yet genuine smile. That smile was like snow melting for the first time in spring, instantly illuminating the dim alley and brightening my entire world.
"So," he looked at me, his eyes sparkling like tiny stars, as if he wanted to pull me in. "Don't be upset, okay?"
I gazed at his face, so close to mine, feeling the tenderness and caution in his words. All my grievances and sadness vanished in an instant, leaving only an indescribable, overwhelming joy and excitement.
It turned out that behind the iceberg's indifference lay such a clumsy yet sincere heart.
That awkward yet incredibly genuine confession of "I think I might like you" was like a stone thrown into the heart of a lake, completely disrupting my tranquil high school life and ushering our relationship into a new, subtle phase.
We didn't explicitly say we were "together," but our feelings for each other were already clear.
He no longer deliberately distanced himself from me. Although he still spoke little in front of others, his gaze towards me now held a softness and focus that was not easily noticeable to outsiders. He would naturally help me open bottle caps, gently nudge my arm when I dozed off in class, and slip an umbrella into my backpack on rainy days.
These small, sweet interactions made every day feel like it was soaked in syrup.
Soon, the school's annual arts festival arrived. As an art major, several of my paintings were selected for the campus exhibition.
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