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The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"He's your Shield, not mine. I don't need a shield." Shen Yushu pursed her lips in a half-smile, watching Gu Mengyao as if trying to spot something. "Why are you calling him over to eat all of a sudden?"
"Then never mind him." Under Shen Yushu's interrogation, Gu Mengyao felt an inexplicable fluster and spoke coldly.
"Oh, then I'll go call him." Shen Yushu smiled, stood up, and called toward the living room: "Shield, come eat!"
"You two go ahead. I'll eat after you're done. Mengyao doesn't like me." Wei Zhao gave Shen Yushu a grateful look—this girl really had been good to him; the noodles he had cooked her that morning were not wasted after all.
At his words, Gu Mengyao's hand, midway to a dish, gave a sudden tremor, and a piece of braised chicken dropped onto the table... She wanted so badly to cry. She had clearly been the one trying to call Wei Zhao over to eat, and now this fellow had taken Shen Yushu for the kind soul, and even said she did not like him—truly, fine intentions repaid with a donkey's liver and lungs.
"Sister Yaoyao said..." Shen Yushu had barely begun when Gu Mengyao yanked her back.
"Ignore him. Let him starve." Gu Mengyao spoke with venom. She hated him—hated him to death.
"Huh? But Sister Yaoyao, didn't you say to have him come eat with us? Why are you ignoring him again?" Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao, whose expression had turned grim, with some puzzlement.
"I changed my mind again." Gu Mengyao gave a little huff. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Xiaoshu, if you like him, then go call him over."
"Me? But he said you don't like him," Shen Yushu said innocently.
"I..." Gu Mengyao wanted to say, I never said I didn't like him. But if she said that out loud, wouldn't it amount to admitting she liked him? Gu Mengyao's lips moved, but in the end she said nothing, only: "Let's eat..."
Some time later—if time could be rewound, Gu Mengyao thought, then after Wei Zhao finished saying those words, she would certainly have stood up and shouted at him without the slightest hesitation: "I like you, I like you, come eat with us!"
But time cannot be rewound. It was fated that all of this had already happened, and fated that in the many moonlit nights to come, Gu Mengyao would clutch the corner of a quilt soaked with tears and pass those sleepless nights...
In the instant a shooting star streaked across the night sky, Gu Mengyao made her wish. But do wishes really come true? Gazing at that resplendent starry sky, Gu Mengyao found that, from some unknown moment, the distance between herself and him had grown farther and farther...
Though it seemed within reach, between the two of them lay an insurmountable gulf—and that gulf had been dug by her own hands...
Yet at this moment, Gu Mengyao clearly had not yet realized this...