Chapter 303: Red Paper is Colorless
"Zhuo, I'm sorry."

Ling suddenly restrained the emotions in his eyes, looked into Zhuo's eyes very seriously, and apologized solemnly.

"...Why are you apologizing?"

Before Zhuo could sort out his emotions from all the confusing information, Ling started a new topic. So after a moment of hesitation, he subconsciously expressed the doubts in his heart.

"For my past ignorance."

"Huh? What is this?"

Ling pursed his lips and said, "...I know it all in my heart. It was my past actions, my avoidance, and my bad attitude towards you that made you become what you are now. I'm sorry."

"Uh, what you said makes me feel like there's something seriously wrong with me. Am I going to die?"

Even if Ling said so, Zhuo didn't know what he was talking about, and as for the bad attitude, he didn't feel it at all. If Ling's attitude could be described as bad, then there would be no good things in the world. Zhuo didn't feel it was bad at all, in fact, it really wasn't bad, or it was very good.

Zero shook his head, "Some things should be made clear first. I'm sorry."

"Is that so... Then we are the same, right? I am about the same... If I hadn't noticed your feelings for me, I wouldn't have..."

At this point, Zhuo no longer plans to escape.

At this moment, Zero has already said this, and he has to face Zero's feelings and his own thoughts, and be prepared to express his original and unvarnished thoughts.

Ling still had an expressionless face. He gently extended his hand to him and touched Zhuo's lips.

Zhuo couldn't finish what he was saying.

She slowly tilted her upper body, and at the same time stretched out her second hand and placed it on his cheek, stroking it gently. The pair of deep blue eyes that Zhuo always thought were beautiful were glued tightly to Zhuo's eyes, staring into his eyes.

"Zhuo, I lived for Zero in the first half of my life, and I want to live for you in the second half. If one day you can't hold on, and this world can't accommodate you and me, please tell me. I am willing to accompany you to another world. Don't leave me."

"..."

After saying this, Zero closed his lips. Only the person who kept looking at him and the hand that stroked his cheek remained.

The surroundings fell into complete silence.

The wind was not strong by the river, and the two were shrouded in a slightly dim soft light. Their shadows were elongated by the light, but they were close together when reflected on the ground. Time was infinitely slowed down, so that the clock on the Shibuya Park clock tower seemed to draw a trajectory every second.

There was a long silence.

The breeze was blowing gently and it didn't feel cold anymore.

The clear blue pupils in front of him had become moist, as if a layer of membrane had been stretched out, about to accumulate but not yet accumulated, or like the surface of a cup that was already full but still filled with water... and then, it overflowed. The water droplets did not fall down, but just flowed along the arc under the corner of the eye, reflecting Zhuo's figure.

Zhuo just stared at Ling in a daze, and the more he stared, the sillier he became. His expression showed that he understood, understood Ling's determination, understood Ling's intentions. But his expression was neither excited nor sad. If he had to describe it with something, it was like a computer that suddenly crashed.

"…Why…are you crying?"

Zhuo stared into the pair of clear blue eyes and whispered slowly.

As if to hide those pupils, Zhuo's vision became hazy and moist, and then he felt the warmth and wetness on his cheek, flowing down.

"Eh?"

"the same as you."

Hearing Ling's words, Zhuo blinked and felt the cool and heavy feeling on his eyelashes, which was indeed different from usual. He had to admit that he was also crying.

But why.

Like everyone else, Zhuo had secretly fantasized about being with Ling countless times. Romantic, warm, sweet, thrilling, magnificent...but he never thought it would be like this.

However, the warmth and joy surging in my chest cannot be faked.

He was happy, he was pleased, he was so ecstatic that he wanted to stand up and run a few laps. But Zhuo felt that it was too sudden, and everything was said by Ling. He felt that this matter was too false, like a dream, hard to believe.

This is also part of being timid.

He didn't have the confidence, didn't dare to believe, and didn't dare to show his affection to her. When he thought about what would happen if he was rejected, Zhuo felt that it would be better not to be obsessed with anything.

This idea was completely denied by Lingyong's actions and words at this moment.

What a coward.

Zhuo smiled bitterly, removed the fingertips from Lingdian's lips, paused, and clenched the knuckles in his palm: "I want to apologize to you too... In fact, I also noticed something, but I felt that I was not capable of it, so I didn't dare to try. Obviously, you gave me so many hints, or even explicit instructions, but I deliberately turned a blind eye." "I understand everything. This is my fault."

"How can it be your fault? This is my cowardice..."

"…Forget it. Zhuo, this is not what you want to hear from you," Ling looked into his eyes and said, "Or do you want me to do it?"

Seeing that Zero was silent at first, then shook his head in relief, and finally just continued to stare into his eyes and gently stroke his cheek.

Zhuo once again realized his own shame.

Zhuo looked at Ling in front of him again.

Just by looking at it, Zhuo felt warm in his heart. Because Ling knew his concerns and his character, and had already given the answer. But even so, Zhuo knew that this matter still had to be completed.

Even though it was a little embarrassing, she was the only one who could make Zhuo's heart overflow with love.

He fell in love with Zero, and developed a desire that she would like him as much as he liked her, and he knew what it felt like to be loved and pampered by someone.

There are no more constraints in my heart, and I feel that the whole world is light and floating, as if it has been secretly filled with colors.

Zhuo took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and put on a serious look and a determined expression.

Zhuo wanted to be a reliable person, someone Ling could rely on, and of course someone who would rely on Ling.

This goal is very general and may not be achieved in a lifetime.

But it still has to be done.

And the first step should start with this sentence.

"Zero, I like you more than anyone else. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Zhuo's tone was a little too serious, causing his expression to be tense and solemn, as if he was going to attend someone's funeral.

Because Ling had already given the answer, Zhuo would not be rejected, and the answer was definitely yes. So Zhuo said these words without any nervousness or apprehension, only a feeling of "finally saying it out loud" and satisfaction.

Once again, to Zhuo's surprise, Zero did not reply.

Instead, she pinched his face to help relax the muscle fibers in his face, then shook her head again and spoke lightly.

"It's not this...say you love me."

"……I love you."

Although he paused for a moment out of surprise and shame, Zhuo, who had come to his senses, still spoke out this sentence without hesitation.

Still, Zero didn't answer.

She continued to look at Zhuo, her deep blue eyes calm, confused, and revealing a hint of anticipation.

Zhuo was stunned for a moment and his face flushed slightly. Then he pulled out his hands and gently pushed away Ling's hands that had been on his face, and then he gently hugged Ling's body against himself.

There was no resistance.

Although, when Ling entered his arms, her slender body stiffened for a moment, but relaxed in an instant, as if her body had lost all its strength in an instant.

Also, she raised her hands with a little effort, put them around Zhuo's back, hugged him tightly, and would not let go.

The force was so strong that it reminded Zhuo of the time when he had pushed her into a corner on the sofa, fearing that she would leave again.

Zero probably felt the same way.

Thinking of this, Zhuo felt a little shy, and then he put his arms around Ling's back and hugged her tightly.

"...I love you too, Zhuo."

This was the first time that Zhuo heard obvious emotions in Ling's voice. He found it hard to believe his ears for a moment, thinking that he might have hallucinations due to fantasy or filters... And this joyful whisper was so faint that if Ling hadn't said it in his ear, Zhuo would not have believed it. And the volume was so low that even if there were others, Zhuo would have been the only one who could hear it.

After the daze, Zhuo hugged the girl in his arms with even greater strength.

"...I will never let you go again."

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Conclusion: I appreciate the flowers in spring and the snow in winter. I miss you when I am awake and when I am dreaming.

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