Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 170 : Tearful Confession

Watching He Pingge's dispirited departing figure, the starlight in Xifeng's eyes slowly disappeared and dimmed.

She had personally stabbed a knife into He Pingge's heart, but hadn't she also stabbed that same knife into her own heart?

Recalling He Pingge's various behaviors recently, Xifeng could imagine what kind of trembling, careful mindset she had when saying those words, and could also imagine how much harm she had suffered from her own tactful rejection.

With downcast eyes, Xifeng's heart was also aching. The two were, after all, close friends who had grown up together laughing and crying—developing romantic feelings was only natural.

Two years ago, she had revealed her thoughts to He Pingge but was rejected. Now thinking about it, perhaps it wasn't because He Pingge had no feelings for her, but simply... because she had a male body.

Because He Pingge was into yuri, she couldn't accept Xifeng as a male. Just such a simple yet ridiculous reason.

Later, she became Xifeng and thus became the person He Pingge fancied in her heart. But having been rejected, Xifeng naturally wouldn't have any improper thoughts about He Pingge again. The two were like naive young people just awakening to love—although both held affection for the other, neither took the initiative to speak up.

Then came the plot twist, and someone completely stole Xifeng's heart away.

Life is like a play—this saying was indeed true. The story of the two of them was truly full of dramatic... and tragic elements.

There were no winners—this was a complete lose-lose situation... if one had to say, perhaps there was one, except this person was completely an "outsider."

Life was sometimes like this, making one want to skin the God who had arranged such a life and throw him into a frying pan.

She and He Pingge just passed by each other like this, heading toward completely opposite directions from then on.

This miss would last a lifetime.

He Pingge's figure gradually receded into the night until it disappeared beneath the veil of darkness. Xifeng leaned back in her chair and slowly closed her eyes, a tear gradually sliding down from the corner of her eye.

Neither Xifeng nor He Pingge noticed that not far from them, the four people who had returned earlier had witnessed this scene firsthand.

After a brief silence, Bei Yaoyue was the first to walk toward Xifeng. Su Weiai's eyes flickered, then she gritted her teeth and chased after the departing He Pingge.

It seemed organizing this trip really was a mistake, Bei Yaoluo thought.

Shaking her head helplessly and sighing inwardly that youth was wonderful, Bei Yaoluo grabbed the completely confused Ye Zhenzhen's arm and walked in the opposite direction from the others: "Come on, accompany me to buy a bottle of water."

"Stop crying."

A gentle voice reached her ears. Xifeng opened her eyes to see Bei Yaoyue gently patting her head with a beautiful and tender smile like early summer gardenias, saying softly: "This isn't your fault."

As she spoke, she reached out with her index finger to wipe the tears from the corner of Xifeng's eyes.

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With her head completely empty, He Pingge walked forward aimlessly like someone who had lost her soul. She didn't know where she was going, just instinctively wanting to find a quiet place to be alone.

Walking along the coast for who knows how long, the surrounding lights had become sparse, with only several lighthouses on the distant sea still emitting light, forming a stark contrast with the brightly lit skyscrapers on the other side.

Her heart was like sinking overnight from a bustling city into the cold ocean.

Her body weakly crouched down. He Pingge buried her head in the barrier formed by her arms and cried freely, but frighteningly quietly, suppressing all her sobs in her throat.

She should have known earlier—before asking this question, she should have already known this would be the result.

She knew that Xifeng was very gentle and kind. It was only natural that such an excellent person would be liked by others. After such a long separation, being overtaken by someone else was perfectly normal.

But she still couldn't help harboring hope, refusing to give up until seeing the coffin. She had always hoped in her heart that Xifeng would give her heart to her, and she would definitely entrust all her love to her.

But she no longer had this chance. Xifeng had personally pronounced her death sentence and completely extinguished the last trace of hope in her heart.

He Pingge cried silently, bearing all the pain alone in silence.

At this moment, a small hand gently patted her shoulder. He Pingge was startled, her body trembling slightly. She looked up in confusion, and in her tear-blurred vision, a girl whose face she couldn't see clearly was crouching beside her, gently embracing her shoulders.

"Go ahead and cry. I can understand your feelings. You'll feel better after crying it out."

The gentle female voice entered her ears and broke through the last defense in He Pingge's heart. She burst into tears and threw herself into the girl's embrace, burying her head in the girl's chest and crying out hoarsely: "Why...?

"Why was I first, but in the end she chose someone else...?

"What was everything I did for...?

"I tried so hard... To win her favor, I've done everything I possibly could, but in the end I only got back a joke...

"Why exactly... why doesn't effort get rewarded... why can't people who love each other be together...

"What do my efforts... amount to...?"

Finally finding someone to confide in, not caring who this person was, He Pingge cast aside all restraint and shouted hysterically, as if wanting to vent all the frustration and pain she had accumulated over the years.

Tears poured out like a tsunami, soaking the girl's chest clothing completely in moments. But the girl didn't mind at all—she just smiled gently, continuously stroking He Pingge's back with her palm, listening attentively to her complaints and grievances.

"Just a little bit would have been enough... if she had just given me a tiny bit of her love...

"Even... becoming a shameful third party... I would have been willing...

"But... I know... that's absolutely impossible... my conscience wouldn't allow such a situation either...

"But... I really wanted... really wanted... to be with her..."

The always cheerful and optimistic He Pingge had never lost composure like this. Only something that could cause such deep wounds in her heart could make her tear off her energetic exterior and completely expose her tender inner self.

Faced with He Pingge's tearful confession, the girl smiled faintly, quietly being a listener.

She could completely understand He Pingge's feelings.

Because... she had once encountered exactly the same situation as He Pingge.