Chapter 26.8 [Lanhua] Part Two
The sun had already dipped below the horizon, with half my body seemingly buried under it. The snow by the roadside had been trampled, and the shadows of people stretched long.
I quickly hid behind some cover. My gaze, sharp and accustomed to tracking, noticed his shadow again. I focused on concealing my presence, and whenever I reached a corner, I would pause and observe him.
I knew he wouldn’t go home directly. Given his habits, he would probably stop by the supermarket first to buy some ingredients for dinner.
So, I just needed to go to that supermarket in advance and wait for him.
With that in mind, I tossed my schoolbag into the supermarket and headed for the fruits and vegetables section. He was on the other side. My senses were incredibly sharp, my sensitivity to being watched already at a superhuman level. He noticed my gaze and looked over.
He immediately drove his car away from me. I merely glanced at it, keeping track of the distance between us, before getting into my own car.
He always walked very fast. I lowered my head to watch his shadow, adjusting my speed.
Suddenly, his shadow disappeared. The sun had set behind the buildings.
I looked up, searching for his figure.
His skills were quite remarkable. Several times, including this time, I had lost him.
“My reaction to him, this beginner stalker, is that the level of my target is too high? Does he have a past where he was tracked by others? Is that why his guard is so high? No, no, no! What does he think of me? It doesn’t matter! Well, I do care a little… but that’s not the point! What am I even doing! I’ve admitted to myself that I’m a stalker! Am I a pervert? Ahhhh! I’m so tired.”
As I lost myself in these thoughts, I called my agent. My free time today was over.
“What am I even doing…”
Ever since I met him, I had become increasingly fixated on him.
Juncheng.
I couldn’t explain why I cared so much about him. He was just an ordinary person, of average height, easily lost in a crowd. He always maintained a certain distance from those around him. His appearance was unremarkable, but his physique was actually quite good. He had good taste in clothes, though his shirt was clearly a size too big. His body lines were beautiful, not thin, with healthy, tanned skin. When looking at people, he would slightly raise his chin. His eyes always looked a bit sleepy, with slight dark circles, hinting at a subtle melancholy. He had a habit of looking at the top of people’s heads, his eyes seemingly unfocused. It was obvious at a glance that he was hiding something. He had a habit of rubbing his nose when he lied, and it was easy to see through his lies. I noticed these details but couldn’t read his inner thoughts. I could roughly sense his emotional fluctuations, but I had no idea what he was thinking about me. I repeated the same stalking behavior every day. Ever since I ran out of home that day and met him, I would find myself smiling foolishly whenever I thought of him. Even after returning home late at night, I would agonizingly tie myself up in bed, vowing not to engage in such stalker-like behavior anymore. But the next day, I would break my promise and continue following him. A joyous feeling would flood me when I saw him, and then, an inexplicable impulse would take over, making me unable to control my actions and proactively seek him out.
Do I like him? Perhaps it’s a cliché romance. I want to send him messages, send him photos, learn more about him, and get him to pay more attention to me. I’ve been praised for my keen observation skills and my ability to analyze people’s psychology. I consider myself to be relatively normal. Relying on my ability to notice subtle details, I can analyze even the most seasoned psychological experts, but why can’t I control this impulse? Could it be because I lacked something growing up? Although I grew up somewhat lacking love, could it be that I’ve started craving a father’s love deep down? Ever since I saw Juncheng An desperately fighting for his daughter, I…
I rolled wildly on the bed and fell off, hitting the back of my head on the floor.
“Huahua? What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“That doesn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”
Auntie smiled and walked into my room, sitting on my legs.
“Okay, okay, get off me! Hmph.”
“Our Huahua has something on her mind, of course I have to care about it.” She seemed to have more on her mind than I did.
“Hmph, as if you’ve ever cared about me before.” What about the time you abandoned me and went out with men every day?
“How could those men compare to our Huahua? Hoo hoo~”
“How could that be possible! Those men were just ATMs and trash.”
“Ever since you lied to me last time, I decided I’d never believe you again. You even lied to me, saying you were my real mother!” I never got pregnant when I was born, and I never had a child. Later, I found old photos of my mother when she was pregnant at home. “Of course, how could that be possible? That woman is clearly a manipulative, vicious woman. No, she’s more of a queen type. I remember some men are into that.”
“It’s not entirely a lie.”
“What? What does that mean! Are you saying those records of you dating were real?” Which part? Did Auntie really like Dad?
Auntie smiled and didn’t explain further, changing the subject. “Let’s not talk about that. Are you upset about a man?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just… holding onto the last glimmer of hope. Lately, I’ve been tossing and turning. Is it because you’re thinking about that person?” Why?
“Auntie…”
“You’re really annoying.”
“No, I’m just doing what Huahua often does. It’s really uncomfortable to have so many thoughts racing through your mind.” The feeling of finding true love must be wonderful, right? “How is it? Am I right? You’ll become like me, won’t you?”
“I don’t know…”
Facing Auntie, I spoke my true feelings. “I don’t know why I care so much about him… Just seeing him makes me happy, my heart races. These are good things, but it doesn’t mean I like him. It’s even…’
“Because of him,”
“I can untangle my knots.”
Auntie shrugged, stood up, and said dismissively, “You’ve really taken on the innocent mindset of a young girl. Hoo hoo. I originally thought you’d be more like me, be bolder.”
I felt a surge of anger and raised my hands in protest. “Compared to you, I’m practically a reformed sinner. Our Huahua is at her peak value right now!”
“Youth is good. Being a virgin…”
“This world… I can only give it to my niece.”
I’m really impressed by her.
“He might be snatched away by someone else soon? But if you keep hesitating so slowly, it’s based on experience, isn’t it?” Novel.
“Well, actually, it’s sort of…”
“Wait! Auntie, did you secretly…?”
“If it’s this person, maybe… Most importantly, what is it?”
“Whatever happened in the past, it’s fine now.”
“In short, taking the initiative is important.”
“How would I know?”
“You’ll only realize it when that time comes.”
“Oh dear, what a contrary child. You’re trapped in your own thoughts.” Leaning against the bed, I pondered.
Auntie left the room. I felt…
“Not suppressing your impulses…”
“But if I do that, I will…”
“Do something reckless, right?”
“How could Juncheng possibly like someone like that?”
“So, I’ve already fallen for him.”
“Wait, I care about how he sees me, too.”
“In the end, why do I care so much about him?!”
This feeling of love came inexplicably.
The next day, I proactively sought out Juncheng. However, Auntie’s words were shattered by Juncheng’s confession that he had a girlfriend.
But fate played a cruel joke on me.
I felt like I had turned into dust, blown apart by the wind.
For some reason, I suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
It was as if this had happened ‘before’.
I wasn’t surprised; instead, I felt like, ‘This is how it should be.’
Regarding his sudden girlfriend, my mind was flooded with familiar scenes.
Then, the déjà vu intensified.
And his words. “Even if you like me! I can’t be with you!”
“Um! I’m so sorry! I’m truly sorry!”
That’s right, I had been rejected before. That unforgettable, deeply etched emotional pain also engulfed my mind.
On the other hand, a complex and profound sense of regret, jealousy, and resentment surged within me.
My consciousness connected to ‘memories’ from ‘another world.’
Hallucinations played out like a movie, impressions of him…
But they truly existed, those lips that I wanted to gently lick.
Peeking through the collar of his shirt, I saw his firm chest.
And his fingers.
His wrists.
The back of his neck.
His chest.
His feet.
Everything about him.
I knew it all too well.
Don’t ask me why I have so many photos of Juncheng…
There were even more things…
For the highest happiness.
Juncheng.
When I think of his name, my lips and tongue tremble slightly, and hot breath gathers in my mouth. My lips and tongue savor his taste, a taste like ripe apples, sweet and lingering. As I repeat his name, an uncontrollable, overwhelming sensation washes over me. This taste makes me feel happy, body and soul. I spend countless lonely nights in this corridor, which also feels endlessly close. I comfort myself this way. I want to be held by him, kissed by him. A longed-for love, supreme pleasure. Everything about ‘Lanhua.’
This happened in ‘another world.’
And the person I love the most.
Possessiveness that sacrifices everything for love.
I must possess him.
Possess him.
This time, Juncheng will belong only to me.
Hoo.
