The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

"I don't understand what you mean." Zhang Miaoyu said in a daze.

Qiao Mu sat sideways and looked at Zhang Miaoyu, the corners of his eyes were already wet and red under his thick black eye sockets.

"I like you." Qiao Mu said bluntly.

Zhang Miaoyu's pupils constricted when he heard this.

"But you have liked the same girl for seven years, and we have only known each other for six years." Zhang Miaoyu said in surprise.

Qiao Mu could not hide the disappointment in his eyes when he heard this.

"We've met before, but you forgot." Qiao Mu said.

Zhang Miaoyu's face was full of confusion.

Qiao Mu withdrew his gaze from Zhang Miaoyu, turned his head back and leaned back on the seat, slightly tilted his head back, looked at the roof of the car, and spoke after a few moments of silence.

"I have been bullied by other boys at different stages since I was a child because I was small, looked like a girl, and had a cowardly personality."

"After I entered university, no one bullied me on purpose, but they still distanced themselves from me because I didn't fit in."

"When I was a freshman, I didn't get into other sports in the physical education class, so I had to take basketball, which I was not good at, with a bunch of tall and strong male classmates."

"Later, a boy accidentally hit me with his basketball. Maybe it was because I looked so funny sitting on the ground after being hit, so they gathered around me and laughed."

"I know they probably didn't mean any harm, but I was too cowardly. When I saw them laughing, I couldn't help but think of those who bullied me in the past."

"All I could think of was them surrounding me, pointing their fingers at me and calling me a sissy, calling me disgusting and perverted, and saying they wanted to strip me to see if I was a boy."

"I cried like a loser."

"Now that I think about it, as a boy, I was hit by a basketball and cried. I was really embarrassed at that time."

“And then you showed up.”

"You pushed away the boys who were laughing around me, squatted in front of me, and asked me if I was okay."

"You wiped my tears, lifted my bangs and gently rubbed my head with your palms."

Qiao Mu's mind emerged the scene of Zhang Miaoyu walking against the light and squatting, with her outline wrapped in soft light. The warm touch of her palm was particularly clear, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then you stood up with your hands on your hips and scolded those male classmates who were still laughing, and then you helped me to the infirmary to treat the abrasion on my palm."

"I have always wanted to ask you your name, but I was too timid to ask you from the beginning to the end. Until you left, I could only say thank you to you."

"It wasn't until the second semester of my sophomore year that my classmate Xiao Cheng suddenly asked me to go to the carnival together. I saw you running towards us at the school gate."

"It was also during this time that I learned that your name was Zhang Miaoyu."

"In the following time, I was often able to get close to you thanks to being a friend of yours in a small town, and every contact with you made me very happy."

"I spent six years trying to get closer to you under the guise of friendship."

"I was really happy when you were willing to come to my flower shop to write a novel."

"Every day when I look back, I can see you surrounded by flowers."

"I know I'm not worthy of you. My height alone has already kicked me out of your mate selection criteria."

"Every character in your novel is strong and brave, excellent and charming, but I am timid and cowardly, humble and mediocre."

"So I have been trying hard to hide my love for you and play the role of a good friend."

"But I had a dream today. I dreamed that Brother Tao and Xiao Cheng were not in love. Because of this, I had very little contact with you, and later we became strangers."

"I suddenly felt that I had been timid and cowardly all my life, and I should be brave for once."

"so."

"Miao Miao, I like you."

"Even though I know there is no possibility for us to be together, I still want to express my love for you. I want you to know how I have loved you for the past seven years."

After Qiao Mu finished speaking, mist appeared on his glasses and the image of Zhang Miaoyu in front of him became blurry.

Zhang Miaoyu was silent for a long time, with surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"I……"

Zhang Miaoyu opened her mouth to say something, but her mouth was suddenly covered.

Qiao Mu leaned forward and the two of them were only a few feet away from each other.

Qiao Mu took off his foggy glasses because he couldn't see Zhang Miaoyu clearly in front of him, and his love wrapped in sadness was laid naked in front of Zhang Miaoyu.

With her mouth covered, Zhang Miaoyu stared blankly at Qiao Mu in front of her, not knowing how to react.

Qiao Mu's hand holding Zhang Miaoyu's could not stop shaking, tears glistening under his eyelashes.

"Miaomiao, you don't have to tell me the answer." Qiao Mu said with a sob.

Because we all already know the answer.

The car stopped in front of the flower shop. Qiao Mu took back his hand that was covering Zhang Miaoyu, opened the car door and stood at the door.

Qiao Mu tried hard to smile as usual and pretend that nothing had happened.

"I'm at the flower shop."

"Miaomiao, goodbye." Qiao Mu said.

Qiao Mu said goodbye to Zhang Miaoyu. Zhang Miaoyu remained silent. Qiao Mu turned around with red eyes and disappeared into the darkness, walking towards his own small flower shop.

The vehicle drove away. Qiao Mu turned his head to look at the back of the car leaving, and finally couldn't hold back his tears.

Qiao Mu pushed open the door of the flower shop and staggered forward in the moonlight, but accidentally tripped over a pot of flowers and fell to the ground.

Qiao Mu simply did not get up, but let himself collapse on the cold ground, surrounded by flowers.

Qiao Mu curled up his body, sobs began to flow out from his lips and teeth, and his whole body trembled as his crying became more and more unbridled.

I don’t know how long I cried. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Qiumu’s vision was blurry, his mind was muddy, and he felt sleepy.

In a trance, Qiaomu heard the sound of high heels approaching, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes, blocking out the faint moonlight, leaving Qiaomu with only a vague yet familiar outline.

A drunken hallucination?

Qiao Mu stretched out his hand towards the outline in a trance, his eyes filled with attachment and tenderness.

"Miaomiao." Qiao Mu called softly.

The silhouette reached out and grasped Qiao Mu's hand.

Qiao Mu was stunned by the real temperature and touch. He looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, but because of the alcohol, he could not focus on and see the other person clearly.

Zhang Miaoyu bent down and pulled Qiao Mu, who was sleeping on the ground, up to sit up.

Qiao Mu looked up at Zhang Miaoyu with dazed eyes. He opened his lips several times but couldn't say a word. Tears were still glistening in his eyes and he hadn't had time to wipe them away.

"If I don't come back, are you going to sleep on the floor forever?" Zhang Miaoyu was helpless.

"I thought... I thought you wouldn't be willing to come back to the flower shop anymore." Qiumu said in a crying voice.

Zhang Miaoyu sighed, took off her high heels and squatted down.

Zhang Miaomiao used her hands to wipe Qiao Mu's tears. Qiao Mu looked at the person in front of him without blinking, and his heartbeat lost its rhythm.

"Can we still be friends?" Qiao Mu asked.

Zhang Miaoyu curled her lips when she heard that and hit Qiao Mu on the head with her hand. Qiao Mu couldn't help but squint one eye in pain.

"Is this all you can do? Where's the confident and eloquent spirit you showed when you confessed to me in the car just now?" Zhang Miaoyu said.

Qiao Mu forgot to breathe for a moment when he heard this, and his eyes widened.

What does it mean?

Zhang Miaoyu reached out to rub the spot on Qiao Mu's forehead where his head had been hit, with tenderness in her eyes.

"Mumu."

"Your seven years of love are too heavy. I really don't know how to respond to you."

"But you didn't even give me the chance to respond, and then you just pretended to break up with me. That was a bit too much."

Zhang Miaoyu finished speaking in a complaining tone, and after a few moments of silence, he spoke again.

"Mumu, give me some time."

"Give me a chance to try to respond to you."

"I can't promise you directly, because even I don't understand why I suddenly impulsively asked the driver to turn around and take me back."

"I have never been in a relationship. I have only watched other people fall in love through novels. I have had many unrealistic fantasies about love since I was a child."

"So I subconsciously want to avoid emotions in reality that don't match my fantasy."

"When I mistakenly thought you were going to confess to me, my first reaction was that you were a burden."

"But when I found out that the person you were going to confess to wasn't me, I felt an inexplicable loss."

"To be honest, I don't understand it myself."

“I think I may need a process to understand my own feelings.”

"I want to know whether my feelings for you are just inseparable friendship or a dull love that has already developed."

"Although I know that what I said is a bit mean, but I..."

Zhang Miaoyu wanted to say something else, but was suddenly hugged by Qiao Mu.

"Miao Miao, thank you!" Qiao Mu cried.

"Wait a minute, don't thank me yet. I haven't figured out the situation yet. I still need to sort it out." Zhang Miaoyu said hurriedly.

"That's enough." Qiao Mu said.