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About ten minutes later, Ao Bing's figure appeared at the end of the path. He walked briskly, a clear look of concern on his face.
"Are you okay?" Ao Bing approached Nezha, scanning him up and down as if to confirm whether he was unwell.
"I'm fine," Nezha avoided Ao Bing's gaze. "I'm just a bit tired."
Ao Bing frowned, clearly unconvinced. "You don't look quite right. Is there something wrong with my performance? Did you not like that piece?"
"No!" Nezha quickly denied it. "Your performance was amazing! I really liked it, truly!"
"Then what is it?" Ao Bing pressed on. "Is it because I was chatting with Lin Yuqing and didn't pay enough attention to you?"
Nezha's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected Ao Bing to be so perceptive and pinpoint the crux of the issue directly. But how could he admit that he was feeling jealous? Wouldn't that expose his true feelings?
"It's not that," Nezha forced himself to remain calm. "I just suddenly feel a bit unwell; maybe I trained too hard today."
Ao Bing studied Nezha for a moment, seemingly assessing the truthfulness of his words. Finally, he sighed. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't push you. But...," he paused, "no matter what happens, you can always talk to me. We are partners, remember?"
"Partners..." Nezha softly repeated the word, feeling a mix of emotions inside. Yes, they were partners, roommates, friends. But Nezha's heart had long since crossed those boundaries, heading toward an unknown and dangerous direction.
"Thank you," Nezha forced a smile. "I really am just a bit tired. By the way, it seems like Lin Yuqing has a good impression of you?"
The sudden change of topic caught Ao Bing off guard for a moment. "Lin Yuqing? She's just passionate about music."
"She looks at you differently," Nezha said casually, "and she specifically invited you to the Music Salon and even wants to exchange contact information. It's obvious she has an interest in you!"
Ao Bing frowned slightly. "I didn't notice that. But even so, I don't have any special feelings for her. We're just communicating because of our shared interest in music, that's all."
Nezha felt a bit of the tension in his heart ease, but it quickly tightened again—just because Ao Bing didn’t have special feelings for Lin Yuqing didn’t mean he would feel the same way about Nezha!
"She's quite nice," Nezha said tentatively. "Pretty and talented."
Ao Bing nodded. "She is indeed an excellent girl."
This response made Nezha's heart sink. Sure enough, Ao Bing thought Lin Yuqing was great too. What would happen if Ao Bing really started to like Lin Yuqing?
"Let's go back to the dorm," Ao Bing said, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late."
Nezha nodded and followed Ao Bing toward the dormitory. Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched long on the ground, one in front of the other, close yet distant, much like Nezha's feelings at that moment.
That night, lying in bed, Nezha tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for Ao Bing but didn't know how to face those feelings or how Ao Bing might react. Lin Yuqing's appearance only intensified his sense of crisis—he might lose Ao Bing, the one who made his heart race.
On this starry night, Nezha's heart was like a rushing river, turbulent with complex emotions. He both longed to draw closer to that blue expanse and feared that his burning flame would melt it away. The budding of love brought not only sweetness but also deep unease and anxiety.
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