Hearing Kình Uyên's words, my heart skipped a beat.
"...Is that so..."
I lowered my head, my fingers unconsciously fiddling with the corner of my shirt, trying to hide the unease creeping into my heart. I had been so happy just moments ago… yet, because of his words, my mood plummeted.
That whole afternoon, I had no desire to play anything.
Everyone was shouting and inviting each other to play this game and that game, while I just stood silently in a corner, occasionally forcing a few perfunctory smiles. But my eyes involuntarily kept glancing towards Kình Uyên.
He was as striking as ever.
Tall, handsome, and aloof, he was surrounded wherever he went. Especially the girls who kept finding excuses to ask him questions.
I sat on the Ferris wheel as it slowly rose higher.
The evening breeze was cool against my face, the lights below were beautiful… but my heart was so heavy I couldn't feel happy.
I rested my chin on my hand, staring blankly downwards.
Then I saw Jing Yuan standing next to someone else.
He was even smiling…
My chest suddenly tightened.
Uncomfortable.
Unbearably uncomfortable.
That evening, after everyone was preparing to leave, just as Jing Yuan was about to turn and leave, I suddenly grabbed his hand.
"…?"
He paused slightly, looking down at me with a puzzled expression.
I bit my lip, my head bowed low.
But finally, I slowly looked up.
My eyes were already red, a thin layer of tears covering them, ready to fall with a single blink.
My voice trembled as if I were about to cry.
"Aren't… you supposed to be mine…?"
Jing Yuan frowned slightly.
I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice choked with emotion as I spoke.
"Then why are you so close to other people…?"
"I don't like it…"
"Don't… don't talk to them anymore…"
"I… I feel so uncomfortable…"
The last sentence almost turned into a sob.
Tears followed.
I frantically wiped them away with my other hand, but the more I wiped, the more tears flowed, making me look utterly pathetic.
My hand still clung tightly to Jing Yuan's sleeve, as if afraid that if I let go, he would leave.
And Jing Yuan…
Where I couldn't see, the corners of his lips slowly curved upwards.
A dangerous and satisfied smile.
His deep eyes stared intently at the person in front of him, whose eyes were red from crying because of him.
In his heart, there was only one thought.
…Success.
I still kept my head down, my shoulders trembling slightly.
Tears fell drop by drop onto the back of my hand, so hot that even I found it hard to believe.
Just seeing him talk to someone else made me so upset…
It was so embarrassing.
But I couldn't help it.
I was afraid…
Afraid he wouldn't pay attention to me anymore.
Afraid that one day he would be as gentle with someone else as he was with me.
Just thinking about it made my heart ache.
"Jing Yuan…"
I called his name softly, my voice choked with emotion.
"Please don't leave me…?"
The hand I was holding moved slightly.
The very next second… A strong pull came through.
Before I could react, he pulled me straight into his arms.
"Mmm…!"
A familiar scent immediately enveloped me.
Warmth.
My heart pounded.
Jing Yuan held my waist, lowering his head to look at my red, tear-streaked face, his eyes darkening little by little.
"Young master, why are you crying?"
His voice was much lower than usual.
I pursed my lips, tears still streaming down my face.
"It's all your fault…"
"You keep letting other people get close…"
"I hate it…"
The more I spoke, the more wronged I felt.
In the end, I buried my face in his chest, as if I wanted to hide there forever.
Jing Yuan was silent for a few seconds.
Then he suddenly chuckled softly.
The low, deep laughter resonated in his chest, making my ears burn.
"I thought it was something serious."
He lifted my chin, forcing me to look him straight in the eyes.
His gaze was frighteningly deep.
"Crying just because of that?"
I glared at him, my eyes reddening.
"Is that not allowed…"
Jing Yuan looked at my tearful, defiant expression, a clear smile curving his lips.
He used his finger to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, his movements so gentle that it melted my heart.
"How could I let the young master be sidelined because of those other people?" I froze.
My breath hitched for a beat.
Kình Uyên leaned closer, his forehead almost touching mine.
"Compared to the others…the young master is still more important to me."
I stared at him blankly.
Kình Uyên looked straight into my teary eyes, slowly speaking each word.
"I didn't expect the young master to be so upset…I thought…"
His fingers, which were wrapped around my waist, tightened slightly.
His voice deepened, full of possessiveness.
"Young master…you're jealous."