In fact, the moment they stepped out of the cafe, she felt something foreboding. She just didn’t expect the premonition to come true.
Han Qilu leans against the cafe, one foot slightly bent forward, a slender cirarette pinched between his right index finger and middle finger. Looking at the remains at his feet, it seems he has been standing here for a while.
At that moment, Han Qilu looks like an injured demon general allowing angels to pass to appease An Chuxia. However, what she sees behind his eyes a reflection of betrayal.
Thinking quickly, Meng Xiaonan pulls Fei Lixiya and runs. As they run, she looks back and pumps her arm in a “jaiyou” gesture. Come on, add some fuel, sister!
“Why are you here?” Pondering, she takes a few steps forward, asking such a stupid question. She knows he is waiting for her, but she has nothing to say.
Snuffing the cigarette in his hand, he doesn’t care that he has only taken two puffs before tossing it on the ground. His voice is a bit hoarse when he raises his chin. “An Chuxia, we should talk privately.”
The school bell rings, and she catches the sight of a teacher heading toward the building. Her eyes revert back to Han Qilu. “Fine. Besides, we are already a minute late. It won’t be different if we’re an hour late.”
They walk together, side-by-side, into the cafe. There are no students around. Instead, there are two waiters wiping down the tables. As soon as they see Han Qilu, the waiters give him a respectful nod, and pour them two cups of coffee. Chuxia and Qilu head to the lounge to sit, being the only customers.
“Well, what do you want to talk about?” She takes a deep breath, knowing she can’t escape forever. She simply gathers the courage to look at Han Qilu. Since yesterday evening, she found herself… seeming to be really in love with Han Qilu.
Although she doesn’t want to admit it, but love is love, and she can’t deny it.
“I asked you.” Han Qilu pushes the coffee to the side, putting his hands on the table as he looks at Ah Chuxia earnestly. “Why do you hate me?”
Hate you? An Chuxia asks herself again. She shakes her head gently. “I used to hate you, but now, I don’t.”
“Well, then you like me.” Han Qilu’s lip curls sightly as he continues to talk to An Chuxia. “If that’s the case, I, Han Qilu, once again, officially ask you to be my girlfriend. Are you willing?”
An Chuxia clenches the cup in her hand. She bites her lip before shaking her head and saying, “I’m reluctant.”
In this respect, she feels she’s relatively rational. Deep inside, she knows what kind of person Han Qilu is, and that they are attracted to each other and share common ground. But like two hedgehogs, when they’re together, they hurt each other.
“Reason.” Han Qilu stays unexpectedly calm, but the Buddha she knows would refuse.
“Unworthy to associate with.” With those brief words, An Chuxia looks away. “To be honest, you might seem annoying, but… there isn’t any real reason for people to hate you. How do you do it? My dream, my insistence has actually began wavering, so please don’t come close to me, okay?”