"Whee."

Xiaofan's bold move had thrown Chen Mengying into a state of confusion.

Precisely because she didn't know what to do, it emboldened Xiaofan to act recklessly...........................................................................................

She never expected Xiaofan would do such a thing to her, and without any mental preparation, Chen Mengying's first reaction was to escape.

But, if she ran away now, how pitiful it would be to leave him alone?

She liked him, didn't she? If it was him, what harm was there in giving herself to him?

The only regret was that he was drunk, his mind unclear. He didn't realize the person in his arms was her.

Forget it, even if he were sober, with his personality, he wouldn't do such an inappropriate thing to her. If he wanted women, those in the bar would be lined up waiting.

While Chen Mengying was lost in thought, Xiaofan suddenly pulled her to his front, murmuring something incomprehensible, like a child needing his mother to comfort him to sleep. However, his hands seemed somewhat unruly.

Oh gosh, what to do? Should she stop him, if it continues like this...

What will the future hold? What will happen between them? Chen Mengying didn't continue the thought; they weren't supposed to have a future. The future with him belonged to either Shen Zuimo or Liu Siyan, nothing to do with her..................................................................................................................................................................................

Humans sometimes act on emotion, especially women, losing their mind amidst balancing reality and love. Only by letting go, trying to accept...

He was Ye Xiaofan, she Chen Mengying. During the last semester of ninth grade, she fell for him. She knew it wasn't out of gratitude for saving her mother or helping her, but a strange, inexplicable liking.

Of course, upon finding he liked another girl, she would still bless him silently, and sincerely.

But now, he was in pain, struggling. The departure of Shen Zuimo almost knocked him down. He was not as strong as she imagined, weaker in emotions than her.

Such pain was engraved in her heart, yet she felt not a single regret. If it pleased him, if it relieved his burden temporarily... then giving up the most precious thing, why not?

"Zuimo..."

Yes, even if he called another woman's name now... after tonight, he'll still be him, and she herself. He has his pursuits, and she her life. No matter what, people need to slowly change.

The night deepened. Many found sleep elusive. Alcohol wasn't a good thing, but some could only sleep well by relying on it.

Life must go on; troubles should be set aside, and when the sun rises, people must strive for the future.

"Ah..." Xiaofan shook his head, rising from bed. He didn't mind being in just underwear; often when drunk, Fei and other brothers would strip him and dump him in a hotel.

Entering the bathroom, Xiaofan took a cold shower.

"Strange, why does my waist feel sore today? Other joints ache a bit too. Could it be because of last night's dream?" Xiaofan muttered to himself, yet he slept peacefully last night.

Facing the mirror, Xiaofan tidied up his spirit; he once said yesterday night was the last time he'd indulge himself, so now he's ready to greet a beautiful tomorrow.

Having arisen early, Chen Mengying tidied up the messy bedding, preventing strange items from Xiaofan's view. Lacking strength to dress him, she simply donned some panties. After finishing, she rushed home for a change, then to a café by the hotel, staring at her phone, wondering if Xiaofan knew who last night was with him. If he called, likely he knew; if not, he remembered nothing.

"Damn guy, asked for two times..." Chen Mengying felt discomfort below, muttering softly.

Not until Xiaofan left the hotel did Chen Mengying's phone remain silent. Finally, she sighed, though a tinge of sadness lingered. As foreseen, yet unavoidable disappointment. Oh well, she'd maintain being the old class leader. Regarding last night, if she didn't speak of it, it equates to never happening.

But, can it truly be undone? It's not by her will it didn't happen; even buried in her heart, facts remain unchangeable.

Xiaofan left the hotel without returning home, as it was the same. He took a taxi to First People's Hospital to examine the recurring dizziness—was he terminally ill, beyond cure?

Xiaofan's worries were reasonable; a normal person would not frequently feel dizzy, but he was unaware of his unsteady inner strength. When Xiaofan acted, a trace would leak out. Whether it was a blessing or curse remained uncertain.

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