PDLP Chapter 601 "Alright?"
Chapter 601 "Alright?"
Leng Ci was so bloodthirsty that he watched Shang Jiyu being beaten to death without the strength to fight back.
Lu Zeyu went forward to pull Leng Ci, accidentally hurting her, and his fist hit her body.
That was a full-strength attack. Lu Zeyu had never been beaten before. That was the first time.
Although it was just an accidental injury, the pain was real.
Leng Ci was startled and turned to look at Lu Zeyu. She was squatting on the ground in pain, her brows furrowed.
Ling Wanru ran over:
"Leng Ci, are you crazy? You hurt Xiao Yu."
Leng Ci suddenly woke up, his face full of heartache and self-blame.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Lu Zeyu curled up on the ground, unable to speak in pain, sweat covering his head.
"Xiaoyu, are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
Leng Ci went forward to check on her, but didn't dare to touch her because it was his mistake that hurt her.
"Let me see, are you okay?"
He finally spoke, and he finally admitted that he had resigned coldly.
Lu Zeyu's tears flowed down, but her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe.
Leng Ci saw that she didn't respond and knew that she must be angry, blaming him for not knowing how to restrain himself.
"I'm sorry, I just got a little excited."
Ling Wanru looked at him angrily, and then said to Lu Zeyu gently:
"Come on, I'll take him to the infirmary first."
Lu Zeyu stood up despite the pain without even looking at him. At that moment, he wished he could kill himself.
At that moment he felt really painful, even more painful than when he learned his father had died.
He told himself to let go of this girl, but why couldn't he do it?
Lu Zeyu's tearful eyes were like a dagger piercing his heart.
It was true that she was in pain, and he was in even more pain than she was.
Leng Ci's eyes were red and his hands were shaking. Mia saw it all:
"Chase after him, or you won't have another chance."
Go chase it?
Lu Zeyu and Ling Wanru walked to the door of the infirmary and suddenly stopped.
"Forget it. I don't want to go."
Why are you acting like a spoiled brat?
"Go check it out, so you can rest assured."
Lu Zeyu's eyes were red and swollen. The reason was because he had just cried:
"I want to go back."
"I'll go back with you."
Ling Wanru of course felt obliged to accompany her, and Lu Zeyu nodded.
Leng Ci did not show up until they left school.
Will he chase after it?
Certainly not.
No matter how reluctant, sad, or self-blaming he was, he would not chase after her.
This is his only bottom line.
Watching them leave, his heart gradually calmed down.
Mia didn't know what to say. Maybe he would regret it in the near future, but at least not now.
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A sudden downpour washed away all the haze. Lu Zeyu curled up in the quilt, and Ling Wanru lay beside her.
None of them spoke, and none of them fell asleep.
Listening to the rumbling sound of thunder, my head became temporarily clear.
The downpour was just like her mood at the moment.
Her phone lit up with a message.
: I'm at your door, I want to see you.
It turns out that this number has always been there, but there has been no contact.
Leng Ci was sitting in the car, right in front of her house.
Mia left and he returned to his home. The moment he opened the door, he was too heartbroken to go in.
Later he came to her door like a madman, it turned out that he had always known where she lived.
Lu Zeyu didn't see the message. Listening to the sound of rain outside, he suddenly felt a little homesick.
If her father were here, she wouldn't be bullied.
About ten minutes later, Ling Wanru's phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number, probably a sales call or something, so I hung up immediately.
Then he called again, Ling Wanru was a little impatient:
"Hey?"
"Give the phone to Lu Zeyu."
It was Leng Ci's voice, Ling Wanru was a little surprised.
She glanced at Lu Zeyu beside her, who stood with his back to her, motionless:
"She's asleep. Just tell me if you have anything to say."
Leng Ci frowned:
"give her."
Leng Ci was indeed intimidating. Ling Wanru was startled and whispered to Lu Zeyu:
"It's Leng Ci, do you want to answer it?"
Lu Zeyu still maintained his original posture and did not respond.
Ling seemed to understand:
"She really fell asleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
After decisively hanging up the phone, Leng Ci didn't want to endure it anymore, so he opened the car door and walked to her house.
This apartment is a homestay with its own door and yard. Of course, it is not a villa and is not that big.
There are international students like them living around here, so it's relatively safe.
The heavy rain was beating down on him, and Leng Ci kept ringing the doorbell, trying to see her.
Lu Zeyu knew it was him, and his eyes were full of coldness.
Ling Wanru stood in front of the window and saw him standing in the rain in a mess.
"Xiaoyu, he's outside."
Lu Zeyu's eyes moved.
Leng Ci knocked on the door and called her name:
"Lu Zeyu."
She knew what he was going to do, so she had to do it this way.
Ling Wanru was a little anxious because there was lightning and thunder outside, so she ran downstairs and opened the door.
As soon as he came in, Leng Ci, who was soaking wet, saw her:
"Where's Lu Zeyu? I have something to say to her."
Ling Wanru handed over a towel:
"Is it appropriate for you to see her like this?"
Leng Ci glanced at himself who was soaked all over, and the arrogance he had just had was suddenly extinguished.
He took the towel and wiped the rain off his face:
"Is she still in pain?"
Ling Wanru probably knew that something must have happened between them.
Lu Zeyu didn't say anything, but she could see that she seemed moved.
If they were together, Ling Wanru would support it. After all, in her opinion, Leng Ci really liked her.
Putting aside his identity, Lu Zeyu deserves his love.
Ling Wanru raised her eyebrows:
"Then you should ask her."
Leng Ci suddenly felt a little inferior. From the beginning to now, the balance in his heart has always been tilted.
Even though he is now a good match for Lu Zeyu, he still feels that he can't give her better.
The highest level of loving someone is to feel that you are not good enough, while those who are not loved always want more.
Lu Zeyu came down the stairs at this time, his face full of indifference.
She already didn't like him, so why did he come?
The moment Leng Ci saw her, he couldn't utter a word, and his explanation was so pale.
Ling Wanru tactfully turned around and went back upstairs, then closed the door of her room.
She could only help him up to this point, to repay him for taking the bullet for him.
Leng Ci stood there, watching Lu Zeyu walk down step by step. The closer he got, the more he blamed himself.
"Does it still hurt?"
Lu Zeyu's eyes were sore and he glanced at her with emotion:
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Her voice was weak, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, making him unable to move.
"sorry."
Lu Zeyu replied calmly:
"You helped me out, so I want to say thank you."
Her words seemed to have no warmth, as if they were two complete strangers.
Leng Ci frowned and said in a low voice:
"Don't use that tone, okay?"
Lu Zeyu was shocked:
"You and I are not familiar with each other. You should say thank you."
Leng Ci was extremely sad, his eyes were red, and his hands were shaking:
"Can you please stop doing this? Can you please stop torturing me? I said I was wrong. Can you please stop forcing me?"