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"Yuan Tu has already spoken up."
At that moment, Xiao Yan furrowed his brows and said in a serious tone, "You don't need to hide it from me anymore. He actually said in front of everyone that you called him and told him, 'You have killed Xiao Fang.' Now you're in trouble, which is why I sneaked out to find you. You know, you really didn't have to do this; Xiao Fang truly committed suicide."
There was a hint of helplessness and reproach in Xiao Yan's voice as he fixed his gaze on Le'er, seemingly searching for answers in her expression. His brows knitted tighter, and the seriousness etched on his face conveyed the gravity of the situation.
Le'er suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as she realized two things: first, Xiao Yan still didn't know that Qin Su had been killed; second, there was no way Xiao Fang could have committed suicide.
But she was unsure whether she should tell Xiao Yan.
After some contemplation, she decided to share the second piece of information with him first.
"Xiao Yan, let me tell you, Xiao Fang did not commit suicide. Someone must have harmed him because he had been very happy lately and even had a date with me today. If he wanted to die, he would have told me right away."
Le'er lifted her head, her gaze steady as she looked at Xiao Yan, her tone leaving no room for doubt. She tried to make him believe her judgment, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists, showing her determination.
After hearing Le'er speak, Xiao Yan's expression darkened further, like the sky before a storm—gloomy and foreboding.
After a long pause, he finally said slowly, "Alright, it's because you think this way that you would assume I did it and come to help me take the blame. First of all, thank you for your good intentions, but things are really not as simple as you think. People are complex; he might have other things he's hiding from you. Do you understand?"
Xiao Yan's voice was low and hoarse as he shook his head slightly, his expression filled with helplessness and bitterness.
"What is it?" Le'er immediately asked.
She fixed her eyes on Xiao Yan, leaning slightly forward as she sought answers. The doubts swirling in her mind were like a fog that needed to be cleared away urgently.
"Sigh, there's no time to discuss this now. You've already stirred up a big mess. Even if you didn't do it, the police will treat you as the suspect and arrest you. Right now, we need to focus on something else."
Xiao Yan sighed helplessly, a hint of anxiety and urgency in his demeanor as he began to pace the room, his footsteps heavy and hurried, seemingly lost in thought about how to respond.
At that moment, Le'er caught a glimpse of something special in Xiao Yan's eyes—a mysterious light hidden behind his pupils, fleeting and difficult to perceive.
A shiver ran through Le'er; it was this unique aura that had drawn her in.
After all these years, he was still the same unique person, unchanged in the slightest.
A complex emotion flickered in Le'er's gaze—surprise, nostalgia, and an indescribable flutter of the heart. She lowered her head slightly, trying to conceal her feelings.
"Le'er, don't worry," Xiao Yan's tone suddenly softened, like a gentle spring breeze brushing against Le'er's heart. "Don't worry about anything; I've already arranged an alibi with a friend for you."
Xiao Yan walked over to Le'er, gently patting her shoulder, a faint smile gracing his face as he tried to help her relax.
"Thank you so much, Xiao Yan," she replied softly, lifting her gaze to meet his, her eyes filled with warmth and reliance.
Hearing Xiao Yan's considerate words, Le'er's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, reminiscent of the beautiful evening glow on the horizon.
In that moment, her heart swelled with gratitude and appreciation. No matter how things unfolded, she felt she had already received what she desired most: Xiao Yan's care and support.
*
The world I see has always been different from what ordinary people perceive.
So Xiao Fang, please don’t hold it against me.
Today, I made a special effort to let you sit at the front of the classroom. But why have you been so listless since earlier?
Even though you are about to marry Le'er, you have been hiding the fact that you are gay from her. The only ones who know are me, an outsider, and your lover, Yuan Tu.
I don't know if the world feels as special to you as it does to me as a gay person, but that doesn't excuse your actions.
You shouldn't have chosen Le'er; I still love her.
In truth, we both know you don't love women. You don't love Le'er; you just enjoy toying with women's bodies, like playing with an emotionless inflatable doll.
But that's not the main issue. The real problem is that if anyone marries you, her life will be ruined.
So when I argued with you about this and you failed to notice the murderous intent in my heart, you had already one foot in the grave.
Yet, out of years of friendship, I was still considering letting you go. But you shouldn't have done what you did.
You shouldn't have dragged Le'er down with you when death was knocking at your door.
Why didn't you stop her?
Yes, I know that helping her create an alibi might have been a condition for her to marry you.
You didn't stop her; instead, you pushed her further into it. When you discussed methods for creating an alibi with me, your physics teacher, while keeping silent about the reasons, did you really think I was completely oblivious?
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