Sunny Joy - CHAPTER 17

During the day, Song Ciyue was doing homework, not even knowing how many pages she had written. She unconsciously thought of something and only came back to her senses when her friend called her.

A friend asked her, “Why are you crying?”

“Did I cry?”

Song Ciyue touched her face and only then realized that her face was wet with tears, and even the homework spread out in front of her was already soaked.

Seeing her like this, her friend was a bit worried: “What’s wrong? Did you know Meng Ran has an ex-girlfriend?”

Song Ciyue was slightly taken aback. She knew that Meng Ran had been in a few relationships, but she didn’t understand what her friend meant by saying this now. However, it was still something she was aware of.

She replied, “Hmm.”

Song Ciyue only then realized that Meng Ran had a girl he liked, but he couldn’t win her over, so he settled for being with her.

It is said that they are also part of the same social circle, they have many mutual friends, and they often eat together and go out together.

Song Ciyue’s mind conjured up the girl’s face; it was probably her they were talking about, right?

Song Ciyue isn’t in the same circle as them; she doesn’t know many of their friends. No wonder they don’t want her to join, probably thinking she would take the girls’ spot.

Later, it might be that Meng Ran spent more time with her, and that’s why they suddenly got together this time.

No girl wants to hear that she was the backup choice because it’s not the same as being the first choice; it’s like being a defective product.

Song Ciyue told herself that everything was already in the past, and she shouldn’t dwell on it. But she couldn’t help feeling a bit bitter. Was the reason he didn’t want to get closer to her because of that girl? Did he not want the girl to see them being too close?

Song Ciyue’s lower abdomen ached slightly; her period had arrived, and she also experienced menstrual cramps. Generally speaking, she would be overly sensitive at this time, and part of the reason for her inexplicable tears was this.

So when Meng Ran asked her again if she wanted to hang out together, she agreed. She didn’t even know what kind of mindset she was in.

When they arrived at the venue, Meng Ran knew that she didn’t know many people and was afraid she would feel awkward, so she let Song Ciyue sit on one side and prepared to sit next to her. It wasn’t until the game started that they realized the seats weren’t chosen by them.

Maybe it’s for a better gaming experience; the seating is actually determined by the game book. Whoever draws a particular game book has to sit in the corresponding seat.

The guiding NPC asked Meng Ran to draw a script, but Meng Ran stood still, his lips tightly pressed, looking as if he was unwilling.

The NPC pushed the notebook forward again. Meng Ran took one, and I followed suit and took one too. Song Ciyue hadn’t even had a chance to open his before Meng Ran took it away.

He opened it and took a glance, his impatience becoming more evident. Song Ciyue roughly guessed that the seat might not be satisfactory. She looked as well, and sure enough, it was pretty much as she had imagined, probably the farthest seat in the entire venue.

The person who had already sat down leaned over to check the seat, and seeing that the person was still unmoving, started to make a fuss: “Ran Ge, come sit over here. It’s almost starting, and you’re still being all lovey-dovey with your partner?”

Some people also chimed in, “Exactly, exactly, prioritizing romance over friendship!”

“Stop messing around, can’t the young couple have a heartfelt farewell?”

No one spoke after that, and it fell silent. You could tell Meng Ran was in a bad mood, and everyone was looking at him.

He didn’t look at anyone else, only at Song Ciyue, as if seeking her opinion, as if he would keep the person there as long as she said she wanted to stay.

Song Ciyue looked at the boy like this and seemed to sense his care and reluctance to part. At that moment, she felt that it was enough for him to have this intention, and she should be more understanding. After all, they were still his friends.

Song Ciyue nodded, indicating to Meng Ran that she could handle it alone. How should I put it, Song Ciyue didn’t have much interest in this game, perhaps it was related to her personality, or maybe it was just that she felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

Maybe it was because she had something cold at noon; her abdomen started to ache again. By the second half of the game, Song Ciyue had already been completely out of it. She no longer had the energy to continue playing and felt very unwell.

The body will always teach a lesson to those who say one thing and mean another.

Unable to hold on any longer, Song Ciyue went out for a while without telling Meng Ran, not wanting to worry him. After a long time, she only came out when she felt a bit better.

Those people should be done; a few of them were just sitting there chatting. She suddenly didn’t want to go in because of the subtle hostility from the other side and because she felt out of place with them.

Can people from two different circles get along? She can tell that these people are probably the type who know how to have fun.

Song Ciyue also saw someone else sitting next to Meng Ran, it was that pretty girl. She was saying something, and he was listening, looking quite serious. They seemed to be sitting a bit close to each other.

Maybe not so close after all. She thought again about her speculation regarding their relationship, feeling a bittersweet sensation in her heart, along with a sense of restlessness and anger.

Perhaps this comes from a sense of territory; she has categorized the boy as her possession and cannot ignore the girl who tries to invade her territory and poses a threat.

Song Ciyue pretended to be nonchalant, went in, sat back in her original seat, far away from the boy. Maybe she was showing her magnanimity, or maybe she was angry and wanted the boy to guess.

On the table, there was probably a cup of iced cola, which looked unopened. She glanced at the boy, who seemed not to be looking at her, very focused on chatting with others, including beautiful girls. So, Song Ciyue pulled the iron ring and reached for the drink.

The stupidest people are those who use their own pain to punish others, because this punishment only works when the other person cares about you; otherwise, the only one being punished is yourself.

Later, she felt the boy looking over here, but Song Ciyue didn’t look at him and continued to play on her phone.

Before long, the boy directly took the Coke from his hand, frowned, and asked, “Don’t touch cold things for the next few days. Where have you been?”

“Restroom.”

He then asked, “Are you thirsty?”

Song Ciyue didn’t say anything and just looked at him, as if she had answered but also as if she hadn’t. However, the boy just thought so.

He said, “Wait.”

Before long, the person returned, holding a cup of hot milk.

“There’s no brown sugar water, so drink this first.”

She silently held the cup, sipping it slowly, ignoring the envious glances from the girl beside her. Inside, she felt a bit smug, as if she had won the final victory in this war without gunpowder.

But what did I gain from it? Just using my own health to prove that others care.