I rejected your confession, but you took my best friend home?

Chapter 85 Liking has no definition, no standard.

Zhou Heng gradually lowered his guard, sensing that what Liao Haomiao wanted to talk about might not be so simple.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"I just want to ask you, what's making you hesitant? Are you unsure whether you like Yin Mengran or not?"

Liao Haomiao's words hit the nail on the head, making Zhou Heng feel a little scared.

I don't know him at all, and we've never crossed paths before, so how could he reveal my thoughts in just one sentence?

Zhou Heng calmed himself down and asked calmly:

"What does this have to do with you?"

Liao Haomiao spread his hands and said:

"It's okay, I was just being nosy. I felt you needed someone to have a good talk with because I spent the whole afternoon looking into your situation and found out you don't have many friends. In that case, you can't talk to anyone about your inner thoughts, and you must have a lot of unanswered questions, so I came."

"..."

Zhou Heng was speechless for a moment, his tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

This guy is so eloquent, I didn't know how to refute him for a moment.

Even after he finished speaking, for a fleeting moment I felt that he was right...

"Of course, I said I was meddling. If you don't like it, I'll apologize immediately and leave. But I hope you remember one thing."

"What?" Zhou Heng looked up at Liao Haomiao with a puzzled expression.

Liao Haomiao was silent for a few seconds before speaking:

"Either accept it or keep your distance; otherwise, it will be a problem for both of you."

"Trouble? What...does that mean?"

Liao Haomiao took off his glasses, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, and said while wiping them:

“If you don’t like Yin Mengran, you should keep your distance from her. Have you thought about what the girl you like in the future, or the girl who likes you, will think after they find out that you are living with Yin Mengran? Similarly, if you don’t plan to be responsible for the rest of Yin Mengran’s life, don’t upset her future husband. Although I don’t care, there are quite a few people who do.”

Zhou Heng's eyes shone brightly, his brows slightly furrowed. He listened to Liao Haomiao's words as if he had suddenly understood.

I was only focused on sympathizing with Yin Mengran and doing things to help her, but I didn't think about these things at all...

"You're rejecting her while still living with her. Even if you haven't done anything, it's inevitable that things will get ambiguous when you're under the same roof, right? It's all real but unofficial, and you're just hurting the heart of someone who likes you. Even if Yin Mengran is willing, as a man, can you do this?"

Liao Haomiao put on his glasses, walked forward, and patted Zhou Heng on the chest.

His words were forceful and clear, leaving Zhou Heng speechless, unable to utter a single word.

He kept questioning himself: Am I really hurting Yin Mengran right now?

But if you don't know whether you like her or not, wouldn't you be hurting her in the end?

Liao Haomiao smiled and continued:

"Do you feel like you need someone to talk to?"

Zhou Heng sighed and asked cautiously, "What good will this do you?"

"There's no benefit to it. Didn't I say I just didn't want to see Yin Mengran sad? My feelings for her have stopped there. In the end, is it wrong to want to protect her smile?"

Zhou Heng turned around, looked at the streetlight in front of him, stared at the light source until his eyes hurt, and then looked away.

He remained silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought. After about two or three minutes, he finally spoke:

"How do you come to the conclusion that you like Yin Mengran? And how do you know that you truly like her?"

"There is no definition or standard for liking; if you think you like something, then you like it."

"But I still don't understand!"

Zhou Heng took two steps forward, stared at Liao Haomiao in front of him, and said with some emotion:

"I used to pursue a girl for two years, but it was only because nobody paid attention to me in junior high school, and she did. I thought I liked her. I didn't even know what would happen if I actually won her over? Could I play games with her? Show her the skins and equipment I spent a lot of money on? Would she think I was amazing and fall in love with me because of that? Obviously not! So how could I maintain the relationship? How could I know if I liked her?"

Liao Haomiao reached out and pushed away the agitated Zhou Heng, adjusted his glasses, and said:

"Let me tell you my thoughts. After all, I do have some dating experience. I dated someone in junior high school and we dated for a year."

"Ok?"

Zhou Heng paused for a moment, took a step back, and looked at Liao Haomiao with a puzzled expression.

Junior high? What did you know back then? What thoughts could you possibly have?

Liao Haomiao leaned against the wall, gazing at the night sky, and said:

"Back then, after I got together with her, I would feel happy whenever I thought of her. Even if I was feeling really down, just thinking about her would fill me with energy. I would share anything interesting, happy, or unhappy with her with her. I was always thinking about what she was doing. I would inexplicably want to get closer to her, and my eyes would always be on her. I would be very happy if she interacted with me in the slightest, and my lips would unconsciously curl up in a smile."

Zhou Heng also stood next to Liao Haomiao, leaning against the wall, listening quietly.

Hearing these words, he felt as if he understood something deep down...

"But more than anything, I'm afraid she'll show any impatience with me, afraid she'll deliberately avoid me, afraid I'll be affected by her every move, afraid I'll get jealous for some other man, afraid she'll hate me or despise me, wanting her to know what I'm thinking, yet afraid I'm just imagining things."

"Overall, liking someone is really wonderful. You have something to rely on, a ray of hope, and a direction to move towards her. At that moment, you really have to admit that you are a love-struck person."

Liao Haomiao's thin lips curved slightly upward, carrying a gentle smile, and the corners of his eyes also curved slightly.

Zhou Heng found it strange and asked:

"And then what? Since you liked her so much, why didn't you stay with her?"

Liao Haomiao turned his head to look at Zhou Heng, a nonchalant smile on his face.

"Later, her mother found out that my grades in junior high school were very bad. Her mother said she wouldn't let her play with people who didn't do well in school, and even came to my house, saying that I was hindering her daughter's studies, and then she broke us up."

Zhou Heng suddenly paused, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Seeing how easily Liao Haomiao said those words, coupled with his current achievements, it's hard to imagine how hard he has worked since then.

However, no matter how hard we try, it's too late to come back.

Zhou Heng reached out and patted Liao Haomiao on the shoulder, comforting him:

"Her family would be very surprised if they knew how well you are doing in your studies."

"If she hadn't broken up with me, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today. It's all because I didn't work hard enough back then."

After Liao Haomiao finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Heng and asked:

"So, did this help you? Do you understand what it feels like to like something now?"