Chapter 301, Gradually Writing to Goodbye
The decision has been made, but how should I do it specifically? Or to be more straightforward, how should I express my feelings?

When he thought of the meaning of this, Zhuo felt fear and hesitation again. He also admitted that he was timid.

No way.

Zhuo still remembers that when he was very young in his previous life, he liked a girl in his class... It should be considered as liking her, of course, it can also be said to be a secret crush... The girl was very beautiful, and there were more than one boy in the class who stared at her. At that time, during the break, or when the girl went out to hand out homework, other little boys would immediately sit in her seat, and then the girl would quarrel with the boys.

Many boys did this. When he saw that girl talking to other boys, Zhuo also secretly envied her, but he didn't dare to do so.

Later, as I grew older, I found it difficult to like someone like that again... You know, when Zhuo and Ling first met, Zhuo stared at her legs without any shyness. Of course, this is not a good habit... For Zhuo, this feeling of fear is many times stronger than it was then.

I could even feel the surging in my blood vessels, and my head was buzzing as if smoke was coming out.

Of course it would be annoying to express my feelings to such a person in such a situation.

'Girls will definitely want to be confessed in a romantic atmosphere,' 'An unforgettable and memorable experience is definitely necessary,' 'How can I convey my feelings to make the other person happy'... and so on. These questions, which have no answers no matter how much I worry about them, are constantly circling in Zhuo's mind.

Just when Zhuo was worrying about whether he should come back another day, he came to a sparsely populated place.

Zhuo shuddered, because the girl he was sitting on, on the steps of the riverbank beside a small river a few hundred meters outside the park, was the one who had troubled Zhuo and who he had come to find.

It was the first time that his nerves tensed up so strongly just by seeing Zero's back while he was sitting.

Because it is far away from Shibuya Park where the light show is located, there are not many people here. Couples who are about to leave will occasionally pass by hand in hand, and they will look around in boredom.

The river surface is sparkling, like a sleeping girl, peaceful and beautiful. In the distance, the Tokyo Tower stands tall, and the 268 light-emitting diode (LED) lights are changing into a beautiful light show, embellishing its huge trunk, which is refreshing. The lights of cars on the road by the river and the warm lights of the high-rise buildings are like an endless watercolor painting.

By the way, there are two lighting designs for Tokyo Tower - one is the classic 'landmark lighting' mode, which is orange in spring, autumn and winter, and white in summer. The other is tonight's 'infinity & diamond lighting' mode.

When they were still some distance apart, Zhuo stopped walking without making a sound. Ling did not turn around either. Zhuo was not sure if she heard him or not. Logically, she should have heard him, but since she did not react, Zhuo could not make such a conclusion.

She just sat there, silently without any movement, looking at the other side.

On the steps next to her was a flower basket similar to Yurina's. Half of the basket was empty, but the other half was full. Zhuo felt like someone had eaten half of a watermelon with a spoon. Zhuo thought that she came here because she had sold half of the flowers first, then changed her mind and stopped selling them.

one more.

Zhuo's troubles have not been resolved yet. He hasn't figured out how to confess to Ling yet, but he just bumped into her so recklessly, or to be more precise, behind her.

This road is too rough to walk on. Zhuo complained in his heart.

"If I were added to your world, would you feel crowded?" "I want to discuss something with you, can you just bear with me and let me do it?" "I don't want to bring disaster to the world, I only want to bring disaster to you." "It's so troublesome to be in a relationship, how can I trouble you in the future?" All kinds of weird thoughts were forced into his mind one after another, all kinds of nonsense, and in the end he even had the idea of ​​"It's too windy outside, why don't we go back to bed and talk first."

I've been standing there for a while, but Zero hasn't responded. He probably really didn't notice me.

How about slipping away first?
When the time came, Zhuo backed off again. Although he knew he was being cowardly, he was still afraid. Well, he was so scared that his calves were twitching.

But Ling had already done that and chose to give Zhuo enough time, while she was quietly preparing for the future.

It would be fine if he didn't know, he could still find excuses to convince himself; if he didn't respond to that feeling now and just delayed it out of cowardice, he would probably never be able to hold his head up in this life.

But what should we do?

Zhuo doesn’t know.

And Zero just sat there.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

So Utsunomiya Shuo didn't move either.

Zhuo stood still, waiting for the blonde girl's next move. The air froze for a while.

After a while.

"You're tired already," Ling turned her head in his direction, and didn't show any surprise when she saw him. Everything seemed very natural. She already knew that Zhuo was standing behind. She looked into his eyes and said, "Why don't you come and sit for a while, or do you want to go back directly?"

"Sit, sit down."

"Ah."

The light show at Shibuya Park in the back was far from over, and many people were still immersed in the dreamy atmosphere. Zhuo, who had already left the area, found Ling by the river.

A lot of things happened today, and Zhuo is exhausted both physically and mentally, but there is one thing that must be done today.

"...Keep going, Utsunomiya Shuo."

Zhuo walked over slowly and sat down while encouraging himself in his heart.

The air was silent again for a few seconds.

Finally, it was Zero who broke the silence.

Ling didn't look at him, his elbows still on his legs, his eyes looking at the other side, and he sighed softly.

"I exercised a lot today. Do you smell like sweat?"

"No, no..." Zhuo answered quickly.

"Then why are you sitting so far away?"

"a little nervous……"

After hearing what Zhuo said, Ling turned to him and looked at his face and eyes carefully, as if he was wondering why Zhuo was nervous.

"now what?"

"I'm still a little... sorry."

Not sure if she was aware of Zhuo's hesitation. Ling observed him quietly for a few seconds, then sat down next to Zhuo without any warning. The distance between them was so close that they couldn't even put a fist together.

Her soft blond hair rippled as she adjusted herself, and she could smell the same shampoo that had been used to wash her hair.

If you look closely, you can see that her smooth milky white skin is more rosy than usual because of exercise.

But he didn't smell any sweat - not only that, the smell that Zhuo once thought was pleasant and even tempting was now rushing towards him. Zhuo, realizing his situation, tensed up instantly and became even more nervous.

Zero turned his face to the side and tilted his head, looking at him with a confused expression.

Zhuo felt very nervous when he was staring at him, and he couldn't say the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He straightened his body, not knowing what Ling wanted to do.

At this moment, Zero wordlessly withdrew his gaze and looked back at the diamond lights of Tokyo Tower on the opposite bank.

"I can't do this...I'm sorry."

"Uh-huh?"

"I can't be like Yamamoto Yurina... I can't seem to express my feelings, and can only say words that make you feel heavy."

(End of this chapter)