Dew Turns White from This Night

Chapter 6

"Ye Bai, Ye Bai, are you truly mine now?" The softest part of Huaian's heart crumbled in an instant, her vision blurring into the memory of that autumn day when petals fell like a shower in front of the library.

She was intelligent and had clear goals. Thinking of the girls in the dormitory made her laugh. Those lacking in intellect sought stability, hoping to become office workers or minor officials after graduation, content with catching a slightly better man.

Indeed, how many truly brilliant talents are there in this world? As a prodigy in the Foreign Languages Department, wasn't half of her own radiance a result of diligent accumulation?

Yet she was no bookworm; at least, she wouldn't study in the library during rest time. But for a week now, she found herself involuntarily heading there during lunch breaks. All because one day, she inadvertently saw that tall, elegant figure in the library's study room — Gu Ye Bai.

Heaven knows how much she wanted to get closer to him.

Unfortunately, while she harbored deep feelings for him, to him, she was merely an acquaintance.

How to break through the barrier between them? She was always confident, but for several days, she could only linger outside the window, unable to take the step.

She despised the boyfriends of those girls in her dorm, never imagining she'd be so preoccupied with one man. Never having known love, only now understanding its torment.

Today, she was determined to enter his world, biting her lip fiercely.

After wandering for a while, just as she was about to step into the library, she suddenly noticed another person beside Gu Ye Bai.

That person, she recognized — Gu Ye Bai's girlfriend, Lu Youyan from her own department, an utterly ordinary girl. How could he fall for her?

She felt a surge of hatred.

They stood one in front of the other; Gu Ye Bai's lips were pressed together, his eyes intensely focused on Lu Youyan, while she stood with her back to him, her demeanor cold and resolute. The autumn sun seemed to be cut off by the transparent glass window, leaving his expression pale.

Youyan's slender back trembled slightly, but she didn't turn around.

Huaian's eyes fiercely captured her image.

She heard his laughter, low and helpless: "Lu Youyan, I thought I could stop thinking about you, but I underestimated you and overestimated myself."

After a long moment, his lips moved slightly, "Can I hug you?"

She kept her head down, motionless.

"Just one hug, just one." His eyes remained clear and calm, but his voice carried a trace of deadened despair. His hand, hanging beside his white shirt, pressed hard on the desk, his knuckles turning white.

Such a proud person, crumbling his talent and pride piece by piece before this woman.

This man, with every feature exuding charm, had been refined by four years into a more refined, subdued figure.

But now, that touch of indifference in his eyes was seen not only by Huaian but also by Youyan. To love to the extreme is to hate, and when even hate is gone, it means his heart is dead.