I like you, like bursting fireworks in the night, a magnificent view of fireworks all over the sky.
I am silent, but the sound of my heartbeat is deafening.
Floating clouds scurry across mountains and seas mist wander in the couloir, and flowers from all over the world bloom in my heart。
The starry night in your eyes. Only you in mine.
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He Xing stood at the rooftop of her school. Her long, soft black hair and her blue striped skirt ruffled by the hot summer breeze. She pursed her lips, her teeth leaving a pale mark on her lower lip, and her fisted hands were trembling slightly.
10 seconds ago, she had been rejected by her three years long-secret crush, male god, Jiang Yingjing.
He Xing's ears were buzzing and her head was muddled.
As a matter of fact, Jiang Yingjing hadn't said anything. He just looked at He Xing with puzzled eyes.
That was the first time He Xing had stood so close to Jiang Yingjing. He looked tall as he stood there with his hands in his pockets, and his short black hair was fresh and fluffy. When he looked down at her, his eyes seemed to be full of dawn light. Although his temperament was as aloof as ever, his face that was reflected in the sunset was still unbearably handsome.
He Xing's heart started beating faster. Her cheeks were hot. She knew her face must’ve been very red.
Jiang Yingjing looked at her for a few seconds before asking: "You are?"
He Xing almost fell to the ground.
"It's me, I'm He Xing. When you were playing ball today, I handed you a bottle of water."
He Xing looked up at the male god in her heart, trying to make him remember her face.
Unfortunately, what happened was contrary to her expectations. Jiang Yingjing said to her: "Sorry, I have face blindness."
He Xing felt despaired. She tried hard to conjure up a pitiful tear in her eyes. She had heard that boys couldn't resist the tears of girls. It was almost forming. He Xing ‘choked’ and asked, "Am I growing up like other women?"
Jiang Yingjing didn't give her any face at all, and said blankly: "Almost."
He Xing: "..."
Jiang Yingjing, can't you soften your words a little? Do you even have EQ?
The hope with which she went to confess was more or less shattered, but He Xing still did not give up.
She stood on her tiptoes and moved closer to Jiang Yingjing. Her curved round oval face contrasted against the hazy sunset. A faint golden glow covered her face. Once again, she carefully asked: "So, do you like me?"
Jiang Yingjing was like a goldfish with seven seconds of memory. He frowned and asked, "You are?"
"..."
Jiang Yingjing, are you a broken recorder?
He Xing was about to go insane.
She remained silent for three whole minutes, trying to reign in her emotions.
Jiang Yingjing didn't see that she was on the verge of losing it, and asked coldly, "Is there anything else?"
He Xing's heart went through innumerable twists and turns, Finally, it turned into a helpless sentence: "Never mind, goodbye."
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