Chapter 1255: Still Deeply in Love with Him
The metallic taste of blood still lingered in her mouth, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less; the myriad of repressed emotions in her heart had been entirely stirred up by this kiss.
All the grievances and resentment accumulated over three years erupted suddenly, "Xi Siyan, what the heck do you really want to do?"
Xi Siyan lifted his head, gazing at her with profound eyes, "I miss you."
Those three low-pitched words did not bring about Zhou Chengchen’s moved emotions, instead, they earned her a merciless slap.
"Slap"
The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the car; Zhou Chengchen herself had never imagined that there would come a day when she would slap Xi Siyan, the boy she once liked so much.
However, she did not regret it.
She didn’t know what mentality Xi Siyan had when he said those three words, but she knew that they made her feel utterly disgusted.
Zhou Chengchen unhesitatingly opened the door and got out of the car; she didn’t want to stay with him for another minute.
The entrance of the neighborhood was not far from here; Zhou Chengchen’s figure soon disappeared within the community. She did not rush home, and after confirming that no one was following her, she felt as if all her strength had been drained, stumbling a few steps.
Zhou Chengchen sat down on a bench in the community and looked at her hands; the backlash from slapping Xi Siyan seemed to still linger, and she couldn’t help but tremble.
Burying her face in her hands, finally, she cried out loud...
Letting out all the grievances she had been holding back for so long...
Zhou Chengchen didn’t go home immediately but stayed in the community for a long, long time, until she returned late at night.
When Zhou Chengchen returned home, her face had already regained its calmness. She went back to her room, took a shower, rested, buried herself in her covers, curling up into a ball, trying hard not to think about that kiss from today.
She was angry, really angry, furious at Xi Siyan. How shameless did he have to be to say such things?
But she was even more furious at herself because she knew better than anyone that when Xi Siyan said "I miss you," her heart skipped a beat.
Zhou Chengchen could calmly say that those things were in the past, but she could never admit that she no longer loved Xi Siyan.
These words, even if they could deceive others, could never deceive herself.
She loves him, still loves him deeply.
For three years, that love hadn’t faded at all.
Zhou Chengchen bit her lips hard, feeling utterly worthless, really so worthless.
And outside, what’s with Xi Siyan?
Sitting in the car, watching Zhou Chengchen walk into the neighborhood, the car didn’t move an inch. It wasn’t until the sky began to lighten that he seemed to awaken from a dream, stretching his already stiff body before heading back to his place.
Xi Siyan lived in the CBD area, in a small duplex apartment, the bedroom upstairs, with the living room and kitchen below.
The place wasn’t large, but it was sufficient.
Returning home, he fetched a bottle of liquor from the fridge, tilted his head back, and took a swig. The alcohol burned instantly upon contact with the wound on his tongue.
Xi Siyan couldn’t help but frown, but he didn’t care, continuing to drink one sip after another until he finished the bottle of cold beer, then headed upstairs.
He slept until the afternoon, finally being awakened by the persistent ringing of his phone: "Hello?"
His voice was extremely hoarse, and the person on the other end was momentarily stunned, "Master? Are you sick?"
"No, what’s up?"
"Master, we’re supposed to sign the contract at three today, did you forget?"
Xi Siyan glanced at the time; it was already almost half-past one. Forcing himself to sit up, he replied, "I’ll be there shortly."