Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 244 - 183. Light Bulb_3

Chapter 244: 183. Light Bulb_3

"We legal people talk about rationality and logic, not like you with so many emotions."

Zhou Sinin seemed contemplative.

After a long silence, she smiled brightly at her best friend.

"Guan Guan, I get it now, you’re really amazing!"

"I’m not amazing at all, let’s sleep."

"Good night."

...

After saying good night, Guan Yongyi could finally take a deep breath.

She took out a pair of Bluetooth earbuds, isolating sound and emotions, removing disguises and masks.

There was too much to digest alone tonight.

Yet she had to force a smile, pretending to be happy for her best friend, genuinely offering her blessings.

The feeling of being utterly miserable with nowhere to vent was incredibly frustrating.

With her earbuds on, the piano intro to "Light Bulb" began to play again.

This time she didn’t have to care about how others felt, only herself was left in the deep of the night.

Listening alone.

"Inviting me to a trio celebration on the festival

Bright decorations along the way reflect the heaviness

The hotter the talk, the colder inside

Who originally unintentionally matched the two

Only leaving this lonely person behind

Still your close friend, watching you kiss passionately

Should I feel sad or thrilled~"

The long night dragged on, Guan Yongyi’s sadness silent.

Indeed, without realizing, she remained their close friend, only able to watch as Zhou Sinin reached her finale.

Happily accepting kisses, openly declaring her affection, the mutual love seemed to be illuminated by the moonlight outside the window.

From then on, the path would blossom with flowers, no more darkness and hesitation.

That brilliance was so dazzling, shining bright enough to make one feel ashamed.

So, after affirming her feelings, one could voice them out, right?

She had never hated her own awkwardness.

What if she had realized her feelings and confessed first?

Would she be the one standing by Lu Jincheng’s side?

It’s too late.

Thinking about this only made her feel more like a clown, everything was too late.

Delineating the boundaries with Lu Jincheng, oh no, her best friend’s boyfriend, was what she had to do next.

Recalling the whole timeline, Guan Yongyi couldn’t help but feel furious, she opened Lu Jincheng’s chat and really wanted to scold him.

You’re such a scumbag without any principles!

You’ve already kissed her!

Why did you come bother me!

Do you even realize that you’re two-timing?!

[I’ve talked with her, be good to her from now on, it’s... better if we don’t contact each other anymore.]

In the dark, Guan Yongyi, curling up with her back to her best friend, carefully typed out a line of text.

Her fingertips somewhat uncooperative, picking up the courage to hit send, still couldn’t harden her heart.

Not until she turned her head and saw Zhou Sinin’s peaceful sleeping face, did she take another deep breath, squinting her starry eyes.

She pressed send.

This was the best choice.

Goodbye, Lu Jincheng.

She set her phone aside, preparing to close her eyes.

[...]

But just as she lay down, having not yet settled into sleepiness, the other party had already replied, the screen flashing brightly.

He was still awake this late?

Guan Yongyi opened her phone, a message came into view.

[Sorry, I can’t do that.]

[?]

She immediately sent back a question mark.

"[I made an agreement with someone to co-parent Mian Mian and raise her in a happy and fulfilling environment.]"

"[I want to reach the pinnacle of core academic journals with her, achieving the highest honors and prove to her family that she is more than adequate, worthy of pride, and capable.]"

"[I also want to accompany her to see all creatures and the world, until I find myself.]"

Pangs of heartache and memories surged, causing her fingers to tremble and set her body shaking.

Three WeChat messages, like bullets, struck the same spot one after another.

The most skilled marksman doesn’t need to aim.

Bang, bang, bang.

Piercing her heart over and over again.

"[...]"

Her eyes instantly reddened and she gently sniffed, typing then deleting repeatedly, unable to think of any appropriate response.

Her heart was in turmoil.

"[Should I not contact you? I truly can’t manage that, whether there’s something or nothing, I still want to reach out to you.]"

Before Guan Yongyi could organize her thoughts, the next message from him popped up.

Large tears fell on her screen, smudging the white characters and making them unreadable.

Before she could wipe it with her sleeve, another message arrived.

She lifted a corner of the pillowcase to clean the screen first and then rubbed her eyes.

She seemed to see clearly again.

The world was blurred yet clear.

If the first three messages had already penetrated deeply, this one was a true finishing blow.

"[Because I like you, Guan Yongyi.]"

A doomsday declaration, reversing time, without self-mortification.

The most touching thing in this world is the sincere sentiments of a prodigal.

The confession of a flirt.

Her best friend had complained more than once, he was not good at confessing, he was used to things happening naturally, lacking awareness and capability.

The short-haired girl stared intensely at her phone, clasping her mouth tightly, burrowing her face into the pillow, sobbing soundlessly as her shoulders continued to shake like sieving chaff.

Zhou Sinin’s unrequited confession, now ironically in her very palm.

Tears and snot mingled, forming two parallel trails of transparency.

As if she had released all her body’s water in one breath, she couldn’t care less about composing herself, her appearance completely forsaken, her hands cradling her phone.

"[I like you too.]"

Guan Yongyi replied to the message.

This was her style, her very own style.

Consistently, concise yet profound.

Only by overturning her aloofness could she reveal fervency.

"[...not pretending anymore?]"

"[You dare confess to me behind your girlfriend’s back, why should I pretend?]"

Before putting down her phone, her fingertips scrolled to a WeChat group named [Ran Dong], right-clicked, and blocked the messages.

That phrase about three people making the best out of life was just a joke by Lu Jincheng.

"Shall I admit I deliberately play the third wheel

When your show ends one day, taking over wouldn’t be hard

A kind person hiding the worst schemes

Wishfully thinking you break up one day

Would you choose me~"

The song in her headphones reached its end, the piano resonating like an echo.

She lifted her head, messy bangs covering her eyes, suddenly feeling the air in the room suffocating.

Opening the window, she felt transported back to the night she first met Zhou Sinin.

Was she three, four, or five years old?

That day, she couldn’t hold onto her favorite doll.

Her most cherished possession had been given away by her mother to a visiting stranger—a little girl smiling with dimples at her cheeks, clutching the doll.

But she cried bitterly, unsure of what her mother’s "good friend" meant, only knowing someone had taken her most precious thing away.

Her bubbly innocence finally turned into a distant memory.

"I’m sorry."

She whispered.

In the pitch-black night, tears wet the snow-white bedsheet; all plants covertly metamorphosed; the wind blew silently, chaotically graceful, the air cool, occasionally chilling to the core.

Winter was approaching.