【16.】

  His words fell, and the box that was just noisy suddenly became quiet. Such silence is a bit eerie. My heart beats violently, with unprecedented tension, and I don't even know what attitude to use to face Du Bin's words, because I don't understand his attitude. What I fear most is my own overthinking.

  The classmate of Du Bin opposite me was smiling and looking at me with a completely amused expression, although such an expression is very hateful, but how I envy him being detached from the situation at this moment. Du Bin lowered his head and took a sip of the champagne that someone had just handed to him. Then he raised his head and smiled at me: "I was thinking..."

  I couldn't help but hold my breath. Even breathing became cautious.

  "When can Shouxing eat cake?"

  It's suffocating... it'll torture you to death.

  I heard many comforting voices, including mine.

  The waiter knocked on the door and pushed in a very large cake, like the kind you see on TV. Du Bin turned his head to look at me, then asked in a soothing tone, "Do you like it?"

  I shook my head, looking at his astonished expression, and said seriously: "How can you say you like it? I'm absolutely in love with this cake!!!!!!"

  I've always had a sweet tooth since I was young, but unfortunately my best friend Tao hates sweets the most. So it's really hard to find someone who can share desserts with me on a daily basis. This huge cake is truly what I've been dreaming of, if not for the occasion, I'd really want to cut myself a slice right away.

  Du Bin politely said to the waiter: "Trouble you to cut it for me, and distribute it to everyone present."

  "Are you going to make a wish with candles?"

  He shook his head: "No need."

  "Why?"

  He stared at the cake for a long time before saying, "It's probably been achieved."

  The waiter handed me a plate and I looked at the delicate cake inside and exclaimed: "It's actually mousse."

  "What's wrong?"

  "I was eating and sighing: 'I just want to say why people are so different from each other.'"

  Du Bin has always been by my side, considerately handing me tissues and drinks.

  "Willow Jia."

  I ate with relish and replied absent-mindedly: "Huh?"

  "He pointed to his mouth corner: 'Here, all butter.'"

  I wiped the corner of my mouth with my hand, not paying much attention, and continued to eat with my head down. The person next to me let out a helpless sigh, then suddenly stood in front of me, his hands holding my face, slightly bowing his waist to look at me straight on.

  I was startled by his doting and indulgent behavior, and I just stared at him blankly, looking silly, otherwise how could I explain the smile that couldn't be hidden from the corner of his mouth?

  Du Bin's left hand was still resting on my cheek, and his right hand picked up a handkerchief to gently wipe away. No one had ever taken such tender care of me before. A warm current suddenly flowed through the bottom of my heart. If every person has a door in their heart, I felt that this person in front of me was like gently pushing open the door in my heart. I couldn't resist, or rather, there was no way to refuse his gentle warmth. Every girl's heart longs for someone like him; they are like elegant princes who have walked out of a Grimm fairy tale.

  While looking forward to becoming Cinderella, we also all look forward to the appearance of the prince.

  He smiled and said, "Alright."

  I just snapped out of it, lowering my head to conceal my unease, and looked around restlessly: "Thank you."

  If I can still say that I am sober at this time and say that I have no intention, then I am either blind or lying.

  History has proven that Chinese people are not short of ideas. But I don't want to lie either.

  So I had to compromise with the heart that has been violently beating for me, and admit that I have capsized. I'm not sure if this feeling is love, or perhaps just a simple appreciation, or maybe something else...

  But what can't be forgotten is that at midnight, Cinderella will also return to her true form.

  At this moment.

  I was just about to push open the door of the women's restroom when I heard the sound of two people arguing outside. The two voices were very familiar to me. One was Jin Tongtong, and the other was naturally Du Bin.

  "Du Bin, what do you mean? How can you be like this?"

  "I told you very clearly."

  Eavesdropping is too boring, I pushed open the door. Jin Tongtong saw me a little stunned, but it was only fleeting, Du Bin had his back to me and didn't notice my presence at all.

  Jin Tongtong hooked the corner of her mouth with a charming and unassuming smile: "Du Bin, then you don't need to be so childish, use Liu Jia to stimulate me instead."

  "What's it to you?"

  "You're not afraid, are you? Anyway, there's no one else here, so tell me the truth. Isn't that right?"

  This sentence made my heart rise to my throat, and I even held my breath, afraid that Du Bin would discover my existence. He was just two steps away from me, but I couldn't see his expression, only the heavy shadow of his back. I felt a little scared.

  "What's the difference."

  "Right!"

  This is the midnight twelve o'clock bell.

  Jin Tongtong nodded slightly in my direction with his chin, and the figure in front of me slowly turned around. His face showed a panic I had never seen before.

  I feel like my eyes are a bit blurry, my vision is gradually becoming hazy. I smiled and wiped my eyes: "As I said... It's already the 21st century. Apart from Korean dramas, where else can you find such a prince paired with a sparrow? I'm really..."

  I'm really in over my head.

  I couldn't hold it in anymore, I walked outside.

  Du Bin ran over and grabbed me: "Liu Jia... Liu Jia, don't be like this."

  I shook his arm hard and shouted: "Du Bin, don't be like this!"

  He was startled by my attitude, his hand stiffened and stayed in mid-air, with a hint of hurt emotion in his eyes, it's really funny... but the one who got hurt is actually me.

  My self-inflicted romance, Jin Tongtong's mocking smile, and Du Bin's sad expression in front of me gradually became a farce in my mind.

  Or it's just a farce.