She dared not make a sound for fear of being heard by her parents. He could only cover his mouth and make a low whimpering sound in his throat, like a wounded kitten.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard footsteps in front of her. Immediately afterwards, a slender figure covered her small figure crouching on the ground.
She knew without looking up that that person was Luo Yichen.
But, didn't he just leave? Didn't you mean you don't care about her anymore
Luo Yichen didn't speak, just took a few more steps towards her, and then quietly sat cross-legged beside her.
Su Rourou felt a pair of big hands landed on top of her head, and stroked it gently a few times, with a sense of comfort.
For a while, her tears became more violent.
"Cry, cry as much as you want when you feel sad. After crying, you'll be fine..." Luo Yichen's sigh drifted into her ears with the night wind.
Su Rourou sniffed her snot, and said with a sob: "Tell me, you... do you boys like girls like An Yirou?"
Luo Yichen looked up at the starry sky, and said softly: "No."
"Am I not comparable to her at all?" Su Rourou asked again.
"No, you're fine. You don't need to compare yourself to her."
The bright starlight dazzled the eyes of the world. But in his heart, she will always be the brightest and brightest star in his heart. However, the brightest star in her heart is not him.
After finishing speaking, he silently pressed her head on his shoulder: "I can lend you my shoulder."
Su Rourou was feeling sad, so she didn't show any politeness to him, and directly wiped her snot and tears on his chest.
Feeling the moisture on his chest, Luo Yichen's eyes looking at the starry sky were gradually stained with a sad smile. He pressed her head to her chest a few more times, and patted her back lightly over and over again.
Why, he always has to watch her feel sad and cry for other boys
After crying for a while, Su Rourou felt a little more comfortable in her heart, as if after crying, the pain in her heart would really be alleviated.
It was only then that she realized that she was still leaning against Luo Yichen's arms, she immediately sat up straight, her face blushing, "Just now, thank you..."
Luo Yichen looked down at her, his thin lips moved: "For the sake of being so pitiful, do you want... let me help you?"
Su Rourou sniffed, looked at him suspiciously, and remembered the tricks he had taught herself...
"It's okay... no, thank you." She politely "declined".
But Luo Yichen acted as if he didn't hear it, and continued to say to himself: "This time, if you do what I say, you will succeed."
Hearing what he said, Su Rourou couldn't help feeling a little moved, so she changed her words without principle: "Then...you come and listen."
The expression on Luo Yichen's face was incomparably deep, like an outsider.
"You know, children have a kind of mentality. They usually don't care about the toy and don't even look at it, but as long as other children like it, he will immediately find that the toy is good, and start desperately fighting for it. That toy. In fact, this is not only applicable to children, everyone has the same psychology."
Su Rourou listened, and nodded unconsciously: "It seems to be like this. So... what do you mean?"