CHAPTER 123: CHAPTER 123 CLASSMATE, IF YOU CRY AGAIN YOUR MAKEUP WILL RUIN

"You don’t need to blame yourself too much. Life and death are fate; it’s all fate." Mrs. Xing wiped the tears from her cheeks. "He liked you for so many years, loved you for so many years, he considered you more important than life itself. It was all his voluntary choice, no one else can be blamed. My son was a foolish child. Back then... if it weren’t for... if it weren’t for... it’s all in the past now. What’s the point of talking about it again."

Mrs. Xing paused and took a few heavy sketchbooks from Mr. Xing’s hands, handing them over to Lin Yixun, "We found these in Xiao Yi’s room. I think Xiao Yi would want us to give these to you."

Lin Yixun hesitated for a moment but eventually extended her hands to take the sketchbooks.

On the way back to the hospital, she opened a sketchbook and found that it was filled with her portraits. She took out the other sketchbooks, and the same; every page, every book was filled with her images.

The paper in the sketchbooks was somewhat yellowed, indicating they were made some years ago. Lin Yixun noticed that each portrait was annotated with a date. The earliest date was six years ago in autumn, and the latest was four years ago in spring.

In the portraits, sometimes she was smiling radiantly, sometimes she looked playfully charming, and other times she wore a faint melancholy. Each scene in the drawings, each expression, was so vivid. Those memories from the past were drawn back into Lin Yixun’s mind bit by bit by these sketches.

Lin Yixun turned the pages one by one, examining each page carefully. The image of herself in each picture, every stroke, conveyed the artist’s heartfelt emotions. She could even feel Xing Yi’s mood while he was drawing.

When she smiled radiantly, his strokes were smooth and natural; when she was frowning, his strokes would become somewhat hesitant. His mood seemed to follow hers – when she was happy, he felt joy; when she was sad, he would be sorrowful too.

Lin Yixun let out a bitter smile. At that time, all her emotions were being led by one person, but she didn’t realize that she was also influencing others.

What is this? She had misplaced her affections on Leng Yixiu, while Xing Yi had misplaced his intentions on her.

She couldn’t help but sigh at how fickle fate is.

When she turned to a particular page, Lin Yixun’s fingers paused slightly. She vaguely remembered the scene in this drawing.

At that time, she was still in her freshman year, deeply infatuated with Leng Yixiu, almost entirely focused on that man. But at that time, Leng Yixiu only had Cheng Ying in his heart.

Because of this, she skipped a professional class for the first time and ran alone to Lover’s Bridge, feeling heartbroken. It was the height of spring, the willows were swaying, and the air was filled with floating willow catkins. It should have been the epitome of romance, but it made her feel incredibly heavy-hearted.

Lin Yixun’s gaze slowly moved up, finally resting on Lover’s Bridge in the drawing. On the bridge stood a boy, his gaze seemed to be looking at a corner under the bridge, yet it appeared as if he was seeing nothing.

Lin Yixun’s eyes momentarily froze, and the fragments of memory suddenly pieced together into a complete picture, gradually becoming clearer.

She vaguely remembered, at that time, she was relentlessly pursuing Leng Yixiu, employing every possible method, but that man wouldn’t even spare her a glance.

She was utterly embarrassed and pitifully hid in a corner to nurse her wounds alone.

When she was heartbroken and in tears, someone handed her a tissue and said with a smile, "Classmate, if you keep crying, your makeup will smudge."