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Chapter 153 - 151 Extra Story (Song Xin - ): Obsession Without Enlightenment

Chapter 153: Chapter 151 Extra Story (Song Xin Chapter): Obsession Without Enlightenment

Chapter 151 Extra Story (Song Xin’s Story): Obsession Without Enlightenment

The love between us has never been a contest of loving or not loving. ——Xicheng Tears

Falling in love with him, it seems that I can no longer remember exactly when it began.

The distant memory probably dates back to when I was four or five years old, I only remember that it was a drizzly afternoon when our family accepted an invitation from the neighbors for dinner.

At that time, the Gao Family had not moved away, and we lived just a wall apart. Although we often played together, I had never seen that handsome boy before.

Like his brother, he was a year older than me, yet in his wise eyes, there shone a maturity and melancholy uncharacteristic of his age.

I learned from the adults that he was Aunt Gao’s youngest son, who had been living in another city with Grandma Gao, and his name was Gao Chuan.

Gao Chuan, such a nice-sounding name, just as serene as he was.

Normally an exceptionally lively girl, on that day I clung shyly to my mother’s skirt, secretly watching the boy who now stood tall above me.

As the adults introduced us, my brother enthusiastically shook his hand in greeting while I stood in front of him with blushing cheeks, unable to utter a word.

He seemed unfamiliar with everything here, but not at all flustered, simply responding word by word to the adults’ questions.

It seemed that from that moment, my gaze began to linger on him more and more.

Later, not unexpectedly, we became childhood playmates. Likely because our families lived close by, my brother would often play with him, and sometimes I would tag along.

Among our group of friends, he always seemed to be a little different from the rest of us.

Every time I followed my brother over to play at his house, I would find him studying at his desk or receiving tutoring lessons. I heard that Uncle Gao had strict requirements for him, and sometimes he couldn’t even go out to play because of his studies.

Whenever we went out, he was always the one who spoke the least, yet his words were always the kindest.

Every time my brother and friends bullied me until I cried, and everyone laughed at me, only he stood by my side, reprimanding those mischievous friends, and although he did not seem very good at comforting people, each time I looked up to see him holding out a tissue to me, I couldn’t help but smile.

As the days went on, we slowly grew up, but our relationship did not seem to drift apart.

My brother and Gao Chuan remained as close as in the old days, and I was still that clingy little girl who liked to trail behind them.

In my teens, emotions began to bud, and my feelings for him gradually became clear.

Even though I was busy with schoolwork, every weekend when he came back from his boarding high school, I would always drag my brother along to play with him. If my brother wasn’t around, I would use the excuse of tutoring to go see him.

His studies and life seemed extremely busy, with endless materials and homework piled on his desk. Sometimes he was too occupied to pay attention to me, and I would sit quietly to the side, chewing on a pen while watching the pensive profile of the boy beneath the sunlight, feeling my heart flutter.

My brother had already been arranged by our family to study abroad. My mother wanted me to go with him, but I didn’t have much of a plan for my own life. When my family brought up the subject, my first thought was of him, wondering where he would go to study.

Later, I found out from my brother that he planned to take the college entrance examination and that his first choice was one of the top Medical Colleges in the country.

Because I had transferred schools when I was young, he and I were in the same grade, but our academic performance was worlds apart. Clearly, we were not in the same league.

Perhaps determined to catch up with him, I buckled down in the last two years of high school, devoting myself to studying intensely. My grades, as expected, started to improve step by step.

Finally, I was admitted to the same university he attended, and no one knew just how thrilled I was on the night I received the acceptance letter.

My family, seeing me suddenly studying medicine, feared I would suffer hardships and kept advising me to reconsider.

But without any hesitation, I packed my bags to follow in his footsteps. When he found out that I had applied to the same school and major as him, he was a bit surprised, but did not deter me.

So, we spent five years of university together, as if every corner of the campus had once witnessed our shared presence.

After university, he remained the same as always, often keeping silent, liking to ponder alone, and preferring to wander around the campus by himself.

I knew that to get closer to him, I needed to truly enter his heart.

Because of his handsome looks and excellent grades, he quickly became the object of pursuit for many girls at school, but I personally saw him reject those girls. For some reason, a sense of relief washed over me, yet I also felt a bit envious. I envied those girls who could express their feelings for him openly, while I could not.

Because I was afraid, afraid that once I spoke up, I too, like the others, would be decisively rejected by him, and perhaps would not even be able to stand by his side anymore.

I admit that I have always been timid in front of him, but this does not hinder the heart I have run towards him with.

Because we often hung out on campus together, worked together in the lab, did group assignments, and stayed up late discussing topics, it was no surprise that there were rumors about us.

Rumors began to circulate within the school that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Whenever asked, I would vehemently shake my head and deny it.

But in fact, I couldn’t wish for it more.

Yet he seemed to have never cared about those rumors, still focusing wholeheartedly on his own matters.

He seemed to have no intention of getting a girlfriend. I couldn’t resist asking once out of curiosity, only to find out that he was an advocator of the no-marriage philosophy.

I don’t know if he was just making up a reason to brush me off or he truly meant it, but at that time, I wasn’t very disappointed, rather, I was secretly pleased.

Because it meant that, for now, there would be no other girls by his side.

And for the time being, I was the only one who could stand next to him.

But it seems that liking someone simply can’t be hidden.

No matter where I am, as long as he is there, my gaze cannot be moved from him.

Five years of university, it seemed that we had become extremely compatible partners academically, and our joint research was particularly smooth, even our supervisor endlessly praised the tacit understanding between us.

Just like that, quietly standing by his side, as a friend, as if I was already extremely content.

Although he once said he would never fall in love nor marry, the feeling of being together told me, he didn’t dislike me.

So, I made a bold decision.

I would confess to him on my birthday.

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