Chapter 246, Writing a Diary from Scratch (Part )

I was injured that day, although the injury was nothing to me, he stubbornly talked a lot of reasons and insisted on carrying me back.

At that time, I didn’t understand why he did this, but I could clearly feel the emotion of escape in my heart.

Later that night, when he showed me the "gift that should have been given to me long ago," I could no longer feel anything else in my eyes or in my heart. It wasn't surprise, surprise, or touching. I may have lost the ability to feel these emotions. The emotion that filled every gap in my heart and made me feel that I was still alive was actually the peace of mind that this was how it should be, or that the jade had been returned intact.

I should be delighted.

I just don't know how to express it.

I didn't know how to repay this joy, so I could only agree to all his requests in my own way, openly or secretly...even though they were just small things within my ability.

I started learning to cook.

I can't cook, never could.

But the ability of the mirror pupil can help me learn everything quickly. I never thought that one day I would be so grateful for my ability and bloodline. I even began to thank the God who I had always resented for giving me the meaning of blood in my body again.

Getting along with new people is not as easy as I imagined. I have never been good at communication. Jingtong can teach me how to make a nuclear bomb, but cannot teach me how to get along with people.

He always acted cautiously towards me, and I knew that my previous behavior had hurt him.

Although I really want to try to resolve this misunderstanding, the knot in my heart is not so easy to untie.

The way we got along at the beginning was a little strange. We treated each other with respect, but at the same time, there was no sense of distance between us at certain moments.

Because I'm difficult to communicate with, he's more "diligent" than usual, and I've accepted this unique way of getting along.

In my impression, he was still a child who wanted to distance himself from me and hated me. Now, this serious boy who started to learn how to wash vegetables, mix seasonings, and stared at the seasoning packet with his eyes saying "I'll fight you" was really a little strange. I instantly understood what happened on the rainy night before, and also understood why he was like that.

Because of debt.

He felt indebted, so he wanted to do something within his ability.

Unfortunately, I felt the same way, so I was eager to prove that he didn't owe me anything, while at the same time doing things to dilute the feeling of "not knowing how to repay him" in my heart.

This kind of time is very long.

He became that silly kid again, as if he could die after eating and drinking every day. But what he didn't know was that he always seemed so serious, so perfunctory, introverted and seldom talked, and only became lively when he saw me.

I think I'm not the only one who noticed this change. Everyone who knows him can easily see it.

He was the only one who was unconscious, so there was no covering at all, he was exposed naked in front of everyone.

However, thinking that this was a change he made because of his inability to communicate, I have always turned a blind eye to it.

I soon discovered his little flaw. It might be because he had been relying on me for a long time, so he focused on himself in everything and liked to make decisions for me. He had become so conceited that he almost wanted to control everything about me.

When he put a can of Coke in front of me, I laughed at his childishness, and at the same time, I felt an indescribable warmth flowing through my whole body.

I understand that he is enduring and restraining his desire to control, but I don't want to. While he has changed because of me, I also hope that he can be happy and let go and do whatever he wants. I am so stupid that I actually gave myself to a person of the opposite sex who I live with day and night, and I was willing to do it...

I began to agree to all his willful requests, and began to cut off all contact with the outside world, even the eye contact, and let him decide where I would go every day, and what group I would be in for my courses... In order not to make him worry, I would be the first one to leave the campus every day, rush back as fast as possible, and then drive in his sight. Everything that I thought would make him uneasy was kicked out of my life.

But even so, he would occasionally show a worried expression, and I didn't feel unhappy about it at all. On the contrary, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in my heart.

I became the center of his life, just as he was the center of mine.

This kind of warm balance has never been seen before and is simply irresistible.

I would accompany him in a daze every night, and he would often look at me secretly. I pretended not to know, but he would always be absorbed in watching me, and his habits were a little unexpected, so I had to pretend to hide my feet under my body to remind him.

He was always happy to be by my side, even without saying a word.

Sometimes he would compliment my appearance very frankly. If it was someone else, I would think it was nothing, as this appearance was due to bloodline and it was nothing special. But if it was him, I would think he was very sincere.

All of this made me forget the time, because I felt at ease every day, knowing that someone was waiting for me, waiting for me to wake up, waiting for me to cook...

But I never expected that his feelings for me were actually the love between opposite sexes.

I still remember that day under the tree in the school courtyard, he slept so soundly on my legs, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

I just looked into his eyes, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.

He really looked like a child when he was asleep, but his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was carrying a huge mission.

I have always known that he must have a huge secret hidden in his heart, otherwise he would not have attracted the attention of Zero and those dragon kings... I think, if he wanted to, he could just roar in the sky like those unrestrained dragons, which would be the most reasonable choice.

But he had been enduring something, troubled by something...trapped in that small room like a prisoner.

For a long time afterwards, I often used to smooth his brows with my fingers while pretending to hit him, but he would always frown from time to time. I wanted to rest my forehead against his brows, but I didn't dare to, and I didn't know what I was afraid of.

He was already awake, and was reaching out his hand to touch my face. My subconscious reaction was not to push him away, but to hold the hand on my face.

I could only pretend to be asleep, allowing the warm current to flow from his palm along my blood vessels and into my heart.

Although he still looked very young, he gave me the illusion that I had been waiting for a long time.

After more than a year, he could no longer live without me. Although I still couldn't completely let it go, he stayed by my side patiently, and my dying heart was revived little by little because of him.

His unreasonable attachment to me made it impossible for me to blame him for all this.

People always have to live for something, and I even had the guts to think about living for this boy.

The distance between us was getting closer and closer, already exceeding the limit, but I still acquiesced to it all.

I trusted him too much, and I firmly believed in the trust between us, but I didn't expect that there was no such thing as pure trust. In my heart, he is like the sun that always radiates positive and gentleness, optimistic and positive. All the bad and inappropriate associations, I never associate him with it.

(End of this chapter)