Ren Zihua listened to half of Liu Luo's words, but didn't listen to half of them. His seemingly godless eyes were filled with anger, anguish, and remorse.

Looking at Li Qin, who was laughing and laughing with the boys at the same table at the moment, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and the air seemed to be filled with a suffocating smell.

Li Qin had already dated another boy while she was having an affair with him, which was a ridiculous thing that Ren Zihua had never thought about. He naively thought that he alone enjoyed the tenderness of this touching girl, but he never thought that he only humbly enjoyed the tip of the iceberg of tenderness. Looking at the handsome boy, he vaguely thought of something from his distant memories.

He thought that once at the end-of-school awards ceremony held by the school, Li Qin, who was in the same class at the assembly, stood in the upper left corner of his position, which was actually only the second semester of the second semester of high school, but it was a little too far away in the eyes of Ren Zihua now, because in the days since then, he absurdly thought that he had the most taboo and attractive fruit of his youth - he thought that he had love, which made time no longer something that could be easily felt for him.

During the award ceremony, Li Qin turned in his direction more than two or three times, which may have misled the shy boy.

Now Ren Zihua, who is in the new world, has just suddenly realized, oh, it turns out that she has always been looking at the boy in the phalanx next to me, that is, the handsome guy who is eating at the same table with Li Qin at the moment.

Liu Luo had already gulped it open, and when he saw that Ren Zihua hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, he followed his gaze curiously.

"I said why are you so careless when you eat, it turns out that you are looking at Li Qin's girl again." Liu Luo's casual remarks were so frightened that Ren Zihua immediately threw himself over the table and covered his mouth.

"What are you doing? It's not something to be seen in. Liu Luo wiped Ren Zihua's hand away, "Are you still planning to hang others?" ”

This sentence poked Ren Zihua's sore spot again, and he was speechless for a while.

During those ambiguous days with Li Qin, the brothers around him, including Liu Luo, thought that the reason why the relationship between the two had not progressed was because of Ren Zihua, and even felt that he was hanging others.

"I didn't hang her."

"I know what you kid thinks, but now that I'm about to graduate, there's no need, and there's no chance if you don't do it again." How sluggish Liu Luo is, he hasn't noticed the boy next to Li Qin for the time being, Ren Zihua's eyebrows are almost together, and he is expressing his dissatisfaction with the corners of his mouth with the corners of his mouth, signaling Liu Luo not to continue.

From that moment on, or perhaps from a more distant point, he felt something glittering in his heart begin to crumble. He could even hear the sound of metal shattering.

In the eyes of others, in the eyes of his classmates, Ren Zihua has a good look, maybe it is easy to attract women, maybe it is this objective factor that will never be ranked first in the relationship that makes people misunderstand something, some people even absurdly think that Ren Zihua has not been with Li Qin, because he may be a high-minded and fluttering personality, but maybe no one will ever know Ren Zihua's inferiority complex at this moment, How like a bloodthirsty beast frantically gnawed at his own soul twisted and distorted by loneliness.

He didn't want to and couldn't tell Liu Luo the truth, so as to shut him up, which would only make him feel extremely ashamed.

Maybe he had already decided to keep this matter to himself. This lonely parting, this indescribable heartache, this long-destined loss that no one cares about will be buried in his heart forever, just like he did in the past when he faced suffering.

His brothers, friends and even his family will never feel his sadness and sorrow, pain and confusion.

As a man's last self-esteem, he will always dare to keep those things to himself.