After their confessions were rejected, they regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Zhu Xuening stood by the window of the reception room.

The girl had just returned from the melting snow mountain a few minutes ago.

Actually, out of courtesy, Zhu Xuening planned to see Xia Weichan off from the mountain, but was refused.

Recalling their brief time together, the girl looked at the newly added contact on her phone...

Is he pitying himself?

Zhu Xuening shook her head.

When Ke Yuexuan pushed the door open and came in,

Then, the girl truthfully reported what had happened on the mountain to her.

"Mr. Xia... doesn't seem to have much affection for me."

"That's because he hates everything about me. You're a bit foolish too; why did you have to bring me up in the first place?"

Listening to the girl's words, Ke Yueci said helplessly:

"Humans are visual creatures. With your looks, you're sure to attract a guy's attention. It's just that you said the wrong thing."

"..."

Zhu Xuening looked at Ke Yuexuan, who was wearing a black dress and had her long hair slightly tied up. Ke Yuexuan's tone was somewhat annoyed.

The girl looked at the newly added contact information on her phone. She hesitated for a moment, then decided not to tell Ke Yuexuan about it.

Instead, she pursed her lips, her slender fingers rubbing the tassels tied to her wrist, and whispered:

"I see."

"Do you need his contact information and address? Find an opportunity to discuss the property swap with him again."

"…good."

Zhu Xuening did not tell the whole story.

She has already added his contact information, but she really doesn't know his address.

Zhu Xuening didn't think that Xia Weichan would like the idea of ​​takeout delivery.

Thinking back to the time we spent together,

The girl shook her head, looking somewhat troubled.

"And also, you wouldn't really want me to pursue Mr. Xia, would you?"

"It's up to you. I've never forced you. If Xia Weichan needs anything, just tell me."

"..."

Zhu Xuening, fiddling with the tassel, hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Ke Yuexuan oversimplified the matter; Xia Weichan was not the kind of boy she imagined.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

She knew that Ke Yuexuan's personality was somewhat obsessive.

The girl categorized this situation as a result of obsessive thoughts following the death of her lover.

All Zhu Xuening could do was return what she owed Ke Yuexuan.

This world means nothing to me.

.......

How long does it take for a person to go from a state of confusion and relaxation to desperately practicing and stabilizing a goal?

After thinking for a moment, Kurimaki Tsuruo realized the gap between herself and Xia Weiyu.

She is not good at accepting other people's kindness.

That's why the girl entered a state of frantic, desperate effort, squeezing every last drop of time into training, and pushing herself to the limit every day in order to train for her idol.

It was simply to make up for the sense of unworthiness that Xia Weiyu had given her as much as possible.

This took about half a month...

In the afternoon training room, Tsuruo Kurimaki met an even faster guy.

"You can rest if you're tired."

She tried to persuade the numb Zhou Juzi.

The girl's fair thighs were trembling slightly from exhaustion, proof that she hadn't rested since the morning.

Especially the posture, which is much more tiring than playing the guitar.

Kurimaki Tsuruo's method of teaching Funatsu Azusa drew inspiration from dance training.

She knew very well that this would consume a lot of her energy.

Ke Zhou Ju Zi had no intention of resting, even though beads of sweat were hanging on her eyelashes.

"It's...it's okay..."

The girl frowned, barely managing to finish speaking, but then tripped over her own feet because of a misstep.

"Clang"

He fell to the ground.

"Hilarious..."

Kurimaki Tsuruo spoke expressionlessly.

She saw that before Zhou Juzi fell, she deliberately tried to give her a "it's okay" smile.

Then, the next second, this idiot fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

Fortunately, the training room floor was covered with a soft mat, which minimized the risk of trainees falling and getting injured.

Otherwise, this blow wouldn't have been so light.

"You shouldn't have come this afternoon."

Kurimaki Tsuruo's expression was complicated. She took two small steps forward and looked down at Funatsu Azusa, who was lying on the ground trying to get up.

"Take a break, I'm tired from teaching you here."

"All right..."

Zhou Juzi sat up from the ground, tugged at her collar, and wiped the sweat from her face.

Her reddened fingers gently brushed away the strands of hair that clung to her moist skin.

Then she stared blankly at her fingers.

"I used my hands too much this morning."

Kurimaki Tsuruo reminded him, as if she saw her past self in her.

He tried so hard it was laughable, but in the end he couldn't even catch up with that guy.

Did you take the wrong medicine today?

"No!"

Zhou Juzi pouted and looked up at Kurimaki Tsuruo's indifferent pretty face. She had already gotten used to this guy's sharp tongue.

He's usually quiet, but when he does speak, it can be quite sharp...

"Xia Weichan usually massages my fingers after training, but he has something to do today."

After saying that, a hint of disappointment flashed across the girl's face.

"I want to repay him as much as possible, but I don't know how. I can only train hard and become famous as soon as possible, just like he said, so that I can probably stand on equal footing with him."

"So similar..."

"What?"

Zhou Juzi heard Qing Leng's murmured words. She looked at Kurimaki Tsuruo again and saw that the other person seemed to be thinking about something as well.

"Do you feel a lot of pressure from 'Summer Never Ends' right now?"

These were the words that Kurimaki Tsuruo said to her out of the blue. Seeing the stunned expression on Funagi Azusa's face, she added:

"I've been in the same situation as you."

"Huh?"

This was the first time Kurimaki Tsuruo had told her about her past.

Zhou Juzi blinked and said:

"Is it related to Xia Weichan's brother?"

"Yes, did Xia Weichan ever play a song for you?"

"The piece I've been playing lately is his original composition..."

"oh."

same...

As Kurimaki Tsuruo listened to Funatsu Azusa's answer, it seemed as if she were seeing her past again in the present.

This inevitably made her feel a tightness in her chest again.

"Is that so? Then Xia Weichan will probably often say some cliché love lines to you, and frequently ask you out to places that couples usually go, right?"

"No..."

Zhou Juzi's eyes dimmed.

She had never experienced what Kurimaki Tsuruo was talking about, and Natsumi Michan would not do such things.

"If he's like Xia Weiyu, then he'll do it sooner or later."

Kurimaki Tsuruo's sudden statement startled Funatsu Azusa, who then gave her a distrustful look.

Why?

"Xia Weichan and Xia Weiyu are very similar. Xia Weiyu once did something like this to me. Your beginning is very similar to mine. Being with you always reminds me of him."

"..."

"Many of the things Xia Weichan is doing now can be seen as copies of his brother."