Why did she enjoy all his kindness yet treat him with such indifference?
If she didn’t like him, she should’ve left.
Then why couldn’t she leave him…
Just then, Song Qingyu pushed open the door and walked in, “Kewei, listen to me.”
Jiang Kewei slowly lifted her beautiful, lifeless eyes.
Her most trusted best friend stood before her, just like before—coming to her side in her moment of helplessness, saying the same kind of words as always.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. It’s all Chen Luo’s fault. Who told him to post all those updates in his personal space? And let everyone see them? Now what will people think of you?”
“But don’t worry, I still have a way. As long as you…”
“Why are you blaming Chen Luo…” Jiang Kewei softly interrupted, almost as if talking to herself.
Her words cut Song Qingyu off mid-sentence.
Song Qingyu was stunned. She never expected Jiang Kewei—who had always trusted her completely—to interrupt her. She even wondered if she had misheard.
“Kewei, what did you say?”
“Why blame Chen Luo? What did he do wrong?” Jiang Kewei repeated, this time with a much firmer tone.
“Chen Luo locked his space. None of us could see it. It was Su Panyue who got his phone and unlocked it. What does that have to do with him?”
Jiang Kewei had seen Su Panyue unlock Chen Luo’s personal space with her own eyes. She knew clearly that this couldn’t be blamed on Chen Luo.
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Thinking back carefully, Song Qingyu had always said things like this over the years.
She pushed all the blame onto Chen Luo, constantly held him to the highest standard—and Jiang Kewei believed her.
All this time, she really had done as Zhou Jie said—taking from Chen Luo without any guilt, while giving nothing back.
Chen Luo was outstanding—he always had been, and now even more so. In front of someone so exceptional, what right did she have to act proud?
If Chen Luo wanted, he could easily find someone better than her.
Like Su Panyue.
Su Panyue…
Yes, Chen Luo was already with Su Panyue.
Jiang Kewei felt like her heart had been torn open, a cold wind pouring into the gap, shaking her to the core.
She stood up and brushed past Song Qingyu without saying a word.
Outside Class 3’s door, a crowd had already gathered. They were all there to see Jiang Kewei.
Chen Luo’s diary had already become a hot topic across Qinghe High School. Everyone wanted to see the person involved.
Chen Luo wasn’t at school, so that only left Jiang Kewei.
Jiang Kewei squeezed through the crowd, intending to return to her seat and wait for class, but suddenly locked eyes with a cold and beautiful gaze.
Not only was her presence powerful, but her once sweet and cute face now looked cold and striking, like an icy goddess—so untouchable that people could only admire her from afar.
No one dared to stand close to her.
“Jiang Kewei, I brought someone with me.”
As soon as Su Panyue finished speaking, a man in a white coat walked in.
He wore glasses, had a gentle appearance, and looked at Jiang Kewei for a moment before smiling and saying,
“Hello, I’m Dr. Ge from Jiangcheng First Hospital. I specialize in treating depression. Chen Luo is one of my patients. Since you’re his friend, I’d be happy to give you a free consultation for his sake.”
Countless eyes turned toward Jiang Kewei.
Aren’t you the one who claimed to have depression?
Let Dr. Ge check you, then.
Jiang Kewei lowered her head. Her teeth bit down on her lip, leaving a faint mark.
She didn’t have depression at all. If Dr. Ge examined her, wouldn’t her lie be exposed?
Just then, someone picked up on Dr. Ge’s final words—
“Chen Luo?”