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Chapter 71: How to Win the Heart of a Spirited Young Man (Bonus Chapter)

Song Zhishu, I still like you very much.

May you gently kiss the moonlight from now on, and not be driven mad by my selfishness.

I am Yu Guo.

It's raining again outside. My father doesn't like rainy days because my mother died on a rainy day. He feels that with my mother gone, I'm the only one he can take his anger out on.

I don't like him

I hate him

Because of him, everyone laughed at me. They said I was stupid, that I didn't have a father, and that I didn't have a mother.

They made me wear skirts and wigs; they made me live like a girl.

What was I thinking back then? Oh right, I was that when I grew up, I would definitely kill them with my own hands, they deserved to die! But the next day, I found bloodstains everywhere.

My father's remains were on the ground, and they smelled terrible.

I was terrified because I had no memory of that time at all. It was then that I discovered there was another me inside my body, whose thoughts I knew perfectly well, and who wanted to kill everyone.

Ah... then I'm not needed anymore. I can just be carefree and only need to lend him my body for a while.

Within three months, he killed everyone he wanted to kill, and no one suspected me because I knew nothing about him when they examined me, and they didn't believe that a nine-year-old boy could be so twisted.

The person I like is Song Zhishu, who smiles under the cherry blossom tree. But I dare not say it, because he scoffs at it. He thinks that the girl I dote on is just an ordinary person: she is not good enough for me.

He wants to kill her.

No! I desperately tried to stop him, even stabbing myself, pretending to be frightened by the cat. But in my dazed state, he actually saw Xiang Nuan.

In the dim light, she wore a thick down jacket and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?" Her slightly warm breath brushed against his face.

He was tempted.

It's a pity that in the end, I'm still the master of this body. Because of that knife wound, he's shouting that he wants to come out, that he's influencing me, that he wants to control me so that I'll like Xiang Nuan.

What a pity, the owner of this body is me.

When she was little, she said she loved the sound of cicadas, so I caught cicadas all summer. How could someone like that just give them away?

"You're a boy, you can't let anyone touch you."

I've remembered those words for the rest of my life.

Forget about being a spirited young man or a coward; I just want her to dry my hair and hold my hand.

It was raining that day. She, like me, hated rainy days, but she stood in front of me, smiling, and extended her hand. My heart suddenly fluttered.

Yes, that was around that time.

I'm tempted.

It's not the kind of romantic love that comes with adolescence; it's the gentle moonlight and the desire to share a cup of tea with her after a meal.

Damn it, why was I under his control during that period?

I stared intently from where he was supposed to be, watching him fawn over Xiang Nuan again and again, receiving no response whatsoever. I wanted to sneer, "See? So what? You can't have her." They went to the movie theater, they went to the zoo, they went to the amusement park.

But I never imagined I would hurt her so deeply, to the point that she had no hope of living. She said she wanted to die with dignity, but instead, she ended up a bloody mess.

I stood where she jumped. The wind was strong and despairing. There was a dense crowd of heads below, which was terrifying to look at. So, she jumped.

This person never appeared in my life again.

I went to her house for dinner by chance and found that they had moved. When I went to her school to talk to her, the seat was empty.

I'm going crazy.

It shouldn't be like that.

This is not what I wanted.

This is not the world I want! Everything in this world should be just as I want it!

I suddenly laughed.

Since that's the case, why not just turn everyone into you?

He subtly altered the lifestyles of all the girls he came into contact with, replicating one perfect Song Zhishu after another.

But the only downside is that their mothers can't cook such delicious food, their wardrobes are full of dresses, their hair color is completely different from yours, and their smiles have absolutely nothing to do with yours!

Forget it

None of that matters anymore.

As long as they can bring your shadow to life, that's enough.

His gaze was adoring, his pupils reflecting the falling cherry blossoms, as if someone were beckoning to him, saying, "You're a boy, you can't let anyone touch you."

You will never leave me again.

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I turned everyone into you; they would learn to frown like you, to sing your lonely song like you, but it's a pity that they don't see your shimmering light in their eyes.

— Yu Guo, "If You Exist"