yLs·scene: Social anxiety?
yLs·scene: Are you serious?
yLs·scene: Then you really are quite shameless.
Chen Jing was indeed fast at typing, and he liked to send messages one sentence at a time.
Lin Jing peeked several times. All she could see was Chen Jing's avatar constantly scrolling on the screen as he sent messages; she couldn't see a single word of the actual chat content.
Finally, there were a couple of seconds where the screen was still. Before Lin Jing could get a good look, Chen Jing started flooding the screen again.
Sheng Kuang clearly didn't want to engage with Chen Jing's subsequent messages and put his phone away.
Lin Jing silently cursed Chen Jing for being so wordy and reluctantly shifted her peeking gaze to the phone she held in her hand.
She didn't feel anything was wrong until she finished looking at the runes and equipment Sheng Kuang had set up for her. Only then did she belatedly realize that whether Sheng Kuang went to the gathering, whether Qin Dandan intentionally tricked Sheng Kuang into going through Chen Jing, and whether Sheng Kuang would encounter Qin Dandan, were all part of Sheng Kuang's private life, not something she, as a mere fan, should interfere with.
She had always adhered to the extremely healthy and positive mindset of "focus on the competition, stay away from personal life" when being a fan of Sheng Kuang. She had been a fan for four years, and this mindset had never wavered. But just now, her mindset seemed to be becoming a little unhealthy and negative.
It was like a sasaeng fan, trying to spy on someone's chat history, and selfishly not wanting them to attend a gathering.
Thinking of this, Lin Jing couldn't help but shake her head and silently recited the socialist core values in her heart.
...
Around four o'clock, a group of boys, having changed into casual clothes, headed out.
Lin Jing had already gone back upstairs. She wasn't entirely sure what was happening downstairs, only that a group of boys were making a ruckus. Chen Jing's voice was so loud that she could hear him even with her window closed on the third floor.
Within two minutes, the entire villa fell silent.
Normally, those boys stayed in the basement, and the villa was quite quiet. But for some reason today, after the boys left laughing and shouting, the sudden silence of the surroundings made her mood plummet.
She felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.
Utterly lonely.
She wasn't someone who easily became melancholic. She thought that the reason she was suddenly being sensitive and sentimental was probably due to Jiang Wan's influence.
She didn't really understand whether Jiang Wan's feelings for her were love or not.
If she said Jiang Wan didn't love her, then throughout her childhood, Jiang Wan had never wronged her. At least in terms of material things, Jiang Wan had truly never mistreated her. Although what Jiang Wan gave her might not have been the absolute best among her classmates, it was definitely very good.
If she said Jiang Wan loved her, she really couldn't feel any warmth from Jiang Wan. When she was little, Lin Zhengru took care of her most of the time. The day after Lin Zhengru and Jiang Wan divorced, Jiang Wan went directly to the school and arranged for her to board. Boarding students had one day off a month, so she saw Jiang Wan once a month, and sometimes didn't even see her.
Furthermore, Jiang Wan had forcefully severed all her contact with Lin Zhengru. From childhood, Jiang Wan's presence at home was very dominant. She was a little afraid of Jiang Wan, so it wasn't until more than half a year after Lin Zhengru and Jiang Wan divorced that she dared to ask Jiang Wan why she and her father had divorced.
It was because of the word "father" that Jiang Wan looked at her with eyes as cold as if they were mixed with ice, just like when she failed her college entrance exams. That year, Jiang Wan didn't speak a word to her for the entire winter break.
The vibration of her phone interrupted her mournful reflection.
Lin Jing sighed, straightened up from the table where she had been leaning, picked up her phone, and tapped on WeChat.
miracle: Fine.
miracle: Remember to order one extra.