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"Senior, I love you!"
It was 8 AM, Friday, August 20.
"I love you too," Xuyun said. The boy looked embarrassed, his head down.
"I know, I'm sorry. I just want to tell you this — WHAT??" He was so shocked that his eyes almost jumped out of their socket.
"It is Sui Shizi, special class grade 4-3. Is that right?"
"Yessir!" He straighten his back, arms stiffed.
"I like you too," Xuyun smiled.
The boy gasped for air, his face blushed like tomatoes. "Your smile is so handsome, senior!"
It was just like him, blurted out everything that came into his mind.
Xuyun walked toward him, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his embrace. It was warm. This guy was alive. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! His heart was thumping excitedly, like always. Xuyun had held him countless times, when he was alive, when he was cold and dying. Even though human could share their body warmth, they couldn't transfer their heat to a corpse.
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Yes, he had tried.
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But, no matter how much spiritual power or life force he sent to Sui, they would never work out. He would still die, on the same day, one the same time. Xuyun had tried so many times he lost count, until he realized that one couldn't change the future. Death time was definite, as Sui said.
But, Xuyun still wanted to hold him. One day wasn't enough. Even if he had repeated it so many times, it was still not enough.
It wasn't like this at the first time.
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It was Friday, August 20, the first August 20.
Xuyun walked through the old corridor between the field and laboratory after his weekly duty. Sui was there, standing stiffly. He heard footsteps, turned toward Xuyun, and bowed down.
"Senior, I love you!"
He didn't even check if it was the right person or not. As if, he knew that only Xuyun would walk here at this moment.
Xuyun stared at him. Was he confessing to the wrong person? This was a guy, right? He wanted to go away, but, he was the only person there. Maybe this guy really confessed to him?
He tried to identify this person, but no one came into his mind. "Who are you?"
Sui raised his head, loudly shouted, "I'm Sui Shizi, special class grade 4-3, senior. I had loved you since grade 2."
Xuyun made a quick impression of the boy in front of him. Short, dark hair, babyface, weak-looking, a pretty ordinary person. Xuyun never remembered anyone's name, except the significant fighters he had fought with before. Let alone, a special class student. His and this boy's department were so far apart.
Xuyun never give a damn about courtesy or people's feeling. So he said coldly, "I can't love you back." Then he walked past the boy.
He had no time for love. That soft thing just wasn't for him. He didn't have the right to have them. His world was just too different. He was born to be a man in a brutal world. There was still so much injustice. He just didn't have any time to look sideway or take a rest.
Xuyun never turned to look back to the boy again.