I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 129 - 125: The Teardrop Mole

Chapter 129: Chapter 125: The Teardrop Mole

The moonlight is still lovely tonight.

Qingran sits at her desk, devoid of any interest in moon gazing, let alone doing homework.

Despite all her defenses, Qingran couldn’t stop Xie Ying’an from confessing his feelings. She had thought she could just muddle through until college, then pick a college totally different from Xie Ying’an’s, henceforth going their separate ways, perhaps never to cross paths again.

Who could have imagined that with God Ji’s return, Xie Ying’an would act like she had cuckolded him?

Is there no justice in this world?

Besides, Xie Ying’an’s official match is Wen Shiyi, Qingran constantly reminds herself of this fact, reminding herself that a supporting character like her can’t compete with the female lead.

Of course, she doesn’t really have the desire to fight with the female lead, especially since Xie Ying’an hasn’t reached that level of importance in her heart.

Li Qingmo, who didn’t get home until nine o’clock, comes back and starts knocking loudly on Qingran’s door while shouting, "Li Qingran, why did you lock the door?"

Qingran twirls her pen in her hand, not responding.

Li Qingmo is like a cockroach that can’t be killed, totally unaware of how annoying he can be. He keeps knocking: "Li Qingran, are you secretly grinding through test papers again and then telling me tomorrow that you went to bed early?"

Qingran: "..."

Only you like to do that.

"This is all the fun I have left, I won’t believe you, Li Qingran..."

Next door, the usually quiet Xie Ying’an finally can’t help but interrupt him: "If you don’t believe her, why don’t you go and work on your homework?"

Li Qingmo scratches his head: "Isn’t it just that I wanted to do homework with Li Qingran? We three have been doing homework together for so many days, I’ve gotten used to it."

Then there is silence outside the door, and Qingran breathes a sigh of relief. Unable to continue with the homework, she decides to just give up on it.

Falling onto her bed, she gives up and picks up her phone. Right now, it’s better to let her mind think of something else.

What female lead? What God Ji? What Xie Ying’an?

As long as she starts scrolling through jokes, she’s sure to forget all about them immediately.

But just as Qingran turns on her phone, without even opening the jokes section, she sees the barrage of WeChat messages from Ruan Ruan.

Soft girl: Ranran, have you given serious thought to what I said today?

Soft girl: I’m really serious, you can try it out if you don’t believe me, but don’t forget to tell me the results after you do.

Soft girl: Ranran?

Soft girl: Daran, Brother An is already mad, you’re not still doing homework, right?

Qingran really doesn’t know what to say. Ruan Ruan’s reputation as the Gossip King isn’t for nothing; she’s even started gossiping about her.

Had it not been brought up, it would’ve been fine, but the moment it is, Qingran suddenly feels that she can finally stand on the moral high ground and criticize Ruan Ruan.

Qingran: Do you even remember what you said today?

Ruan Ruan’s reply came quicker than ever.

Soft girl: Of course, I remember.

Soft girl: So, what about it, Daran? Did you do what I suggested?

Then, a series of curious and eager emoticons follow.

Qingran looks at the emoticons and hasn’t forgotten what she intended to do. She types slowly, but thankfully, she has a good temperament and isn’t bothered by Ruan Ruan’s continuous barrage of emoticons.

Qingran: Have you forgotten that we’re still minors?

The message had barely been sent when Ruan Ruan’s reply came swinging back in less than half a minute.

Soft girl: Aren’t we going to be adults next year? Only a year to go, does it make a difference?

Soft girl: I was suggesting that you cajole Brother An, if that doesn’t work, just kiss him. I’m not asking you to throw yourself at him, you’re not still thinking about...

The row of ellipses that follow stir something in Qingran that can’t quite come to terms with Ruan Ruan’s wild and unrestrained words.

To improve Xie Ying’an’s mood, Ruan Ruan actually suggests that she should kiss Xie Ying’an?

Is this the work of humans?

Was her brain filled with water?

Throwing herself at Xie Ying’an? Might as well wait for the next life.

Truth be told, today, after she pushed Xie Ying’an away to turn on the light, considering Xie Ying’an’s misconduct, she wanted to snap at him right away.

But after seeing the somewhat dejected and lonely look on the boy’s face, she hesitated for a moment. What truly stopped her from turning on him completely was the teardrop mole by his eye, which was a point of beauty in her aesthetic.

Xie Ying’an’s teardrop mole was under his left eyelid, and his eyelashes were the kind that were dark, long, and straight. When he lowered his eyes, the light shadow made that red mole look particularly fetching.

But Xie Ying’an didn’t find his mole attractive at all. He found it effeminate, and there was a time he wanted to remove it. If it weren’t for Zhao Yan stopping him, there wouldn’t be anywhere on his face that Li Qingran liked.

Li Qingran liked teardrop moles because of a legend. It was said that the mole under the left eye was an indelible mark by the River of Forgetfulness, a permanent etching on the Three-Life Stone, and a bond uneroded on the magpie bridge of love.

That phrase was particularly beautiful. Li Qingran didn’t know where she had read it, but after reading it, she remembered it and had never forgotten it to this day.

In the moment of her daze, Ruan Ruan sent over many more messages.

Soft girl: Ranran, did you guess that Brother An likes you?

Li Qingran’s fingertips trembled, and she held her phone without replying to Ruan Ruan.

She didn’t know how Ruan Ruan had figured out Xie Ying’an liked her.

But she did know that the boy’s feelings were earnest, and having given his all, he always hoped for a corresponding return, yet with her, such a response was destined to be unrequited.

Li Qingran didn’t want to continue this topic with Ruan Ruan, so she changed the subject.

Li Qingran: The results of tomorrow’s small test are coming out. Are you ready?

Soft girl: No, sigh~

Soft girl: I didn’t review properly before this exam. I think I’m doomed (crying emoji)

Soft girl: Wait—

Soft girl: Daran, are you trying to deliberately change the subject? Hehe! It’s not that easy.

Soft girl: There’s just one thing I want to know. After that, I won’t bother you for the rest of the evening.

Li Qingran typed out a word, helpless: Speak.

Soft girl: Did you... do something to wrong my Brother An?

Li Qingran internally rolled her eyes. What could she have done to wrong Xie Ying’an?

Soft girl: Why do I always feel like Brother An looks jealous?

Jealous? Li Qingran felt like laughing. Xie Ying’an simply didn’t have that kind of disposition, okay?

She clearly remembered that in the book, there was a passage where Xie Ying’an was with Wen Shiyi, and the second male lead, unable to accept it, cornered Wen Shiyi in a place, confessed his profound feelings to her, and asked the female lead what he lacked compared to Xie Ying’an.

At that time, Xie Ying’an happened to come back to get a document, and he heard every word of the second male lead’s heartfelt confession to his fiancée, yet his face didn’t even show the slightest hint of displeasure.

It was because of this description that the author was harshly criticized. People said the author had never been in love and didn’t understand a boyfriend’s feelings, and the comments eventually veered off into an uproar.

So how could Xie Ying’an be jealous?

Deep down, he simply wasn’t made of such stuff.

Today, Li Qingran attributed Xie Ying’an’s displeasure to his possessiveness. After all, Xie Ying’an was a male protagonist.

The male protagonist, inevitably, has some paranoid possessiveness.

It’s that kind of twisted thinking where it’s okay if you don’t like me, but when you don’t like me, you can’t like anyone else either.

Ruan Ruan kept sending incessant messages, and Li Qingran couldn’t find peace and quiet.

She simply forwarded her older cousin’s WeChat to Ruan Ruan and sent a message.

Li Qingran: My older cousin wants to know about the transfer student in class two, can you tell her about it?

Ruan Ruan quickly replied with an okay and then stopped sending messages to Li Qingran.

Without needing to think, she knew they must have hit it off chatting with Liu Luoxi.