He gently pushed open the door of the music room without turning on the light, but because of the moonlight he could vaguely see someone leaning against the piano, hugging his knees and burying his face.
He walked in, squatted in front of her, and called softly: "Bi Ran."
She slowly raised her head and looked at him. There were no tears on her face, but her eyes were swollen like walnuts. She said calmly: "You're just fucking playing with me, right? These three months have all been fake, right? I'm so stupid. I always thought I was lucky to meet someone who I like and who likes me."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He kept repeating these three weakest words, but he could do nothing but apologize.
"You said you liked me first, and in the end it was you who didn't want me first." She sneered, as if mocking herself. The moonlight was partially blocked by the protective net and hit her face like a ghost.
The tears finally fell, and she tilted her head and wiped them with her arms. Her eyes were red, but she still couldn't stop crying.
He put his arms around her.
His arms were so warm that she wanted to die inside. But her reason told her that all this was false. She pushed him away with all her strength and stood up holding on to the piano chair.
"Xu Zaiyang, I never want to see you again." She staggered out, feeling fluttery with every step. She was very tired, very tired.