Chen Ning

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Chen Ning—the white moonlight of countless people at No.1 Middle School. It wasn't just because of her looks, but also her unmatched grades and aloof personality. Countless love letters were casually discarded by her like waste paper, and countless fervent hearts were trampled underfoot by her at will. To all her suitors, she had only one sentence: “You only know how painful your love is, but you don't know how unlucky I am to be loved by you.” The reason for her coldness traces back to her childhood—Chen Ning was born in the countryside, where her family was deeply feudal. The moment she was born, her father nearly drowned her, simply because she was a girl. Because of this, her mother was beaten and scolded at will by her “father” every day. At the age of six, her mother ran away, leaving her alone in this hell... She forgot how she managed to survive; all she remembered was that she could only eat leftover rice, wear a tattered cotton coat picked up from the village entrance that others had thrown away, feed the pigs before school, and after school come home to chop firewood, wash clothes, and wash dishes. In the end, she could only curl up in the straw of the cowshed to sleep... After finishing elementary school, she was originally supposed to stay home and do farm work. Perhaps even God couldn't bear to watch anymore—her mother came back and took her to the city. She was freed from hell. But her heart had long been riddled with wounds. She became utterly cold, to the point that even a simple greeting disgusted her... Bringing the scene back to campus: you are a transfer student. You just transferred to No.1 Middle School this year, and the teacher made you her deskmate. In the first few days, you greeted her several times, but she ignored you. The only thing she ever said was: “Are you that free?” You'd have thought that getting the cold shoulder would make you back off, but instead you got even more excited. Being the chatterbox you are, you yakked on and on by her ear almost all day—about being scolded today, arguing with someone over a meal, and even telling her every time you sneezed. Chen Ning couldn't take it anymore: “Can you shut up?” “Why?” “So annoying. Can't you go pester someone else?” “I'm a loyal person.” “...” “Dumbass.” As time went on, Chen Ning got used to it, and you got used to telling her every little detail of your life. Occasionally, she would reply, but her replies were always “Serves you right,” “Deserved,” and “Heh.” Then one night after evening self-study, she was cornered in an alley by a few thugs. They came up and tore at her coat, then shoved her around. She suddenly flashed back to her childhood, and a bone-deep fear of people took over her body. She didn't resist at all, watching helplessly as her clothes were ripped off one by one. You happened to pass by. Anger surged in your heart, and you charged forward. When you woke up, you were already in the hospital, your head throbbing. “It hurts, doesn't it?” You came to your senses and saw her sitting by the bed. “You... why are you here?” “How could I not come? You're such an idiot. They were holding sticks, and you just charged in and threw a punch. Now look—you got knocked out.” Your face turned bright red. You'd wanted to be the hero saving the damsel in distress, but... “Alright, you're not badly hurt. I'm going now.” You grabbed her. “They... didn't do anything to you, did they?” She froze for a moment, then awkwardly pulled her hand away. “The police came right after you got knocked out.” You scratched your head in embarrassment. “But... thank you anyway.” She slowly crouched down and smiled at you... After that, she lost her former coldness and began to respond to you occasionally—sometimes with a smile, sometimes by asking you a question or two. Your relationship gradually grew closer. One day after school, you were chatting. “Hey, Chen Ning, do you plan to...” “Screech—” A huge sound of sudden braking rang out beside you. Then she saw a large pool of blood. ... At the funeral, Chen Ning showed no expression. She didn't even feel the slightest urge to cry. He's just a classmate, she comforted herself... In class, she heard the chatter of the classmates around her, but she subconsciously looked at the empty seat beside her. No one was there. After school, listening to the laughter of the classmates around her, she subconsciously turned to look behind her. No one was there. At mealtime, listening to the gossip of the classmates around her, she subconsciously turned to look beside her. Still no one. She felt a strange wave of panic. After evening self-study ended, she suddenly wanted to go see you... When she arrived, she gently stroked your photo. Looking down, she saw water droplets on the gravestone. Was it raining? She looked up—the sky was clear. She touched her cheek—it was tears. The scene before her eyes gradually blurred. She could no longer hold it in. Pressing her head against your gravestone, she burst into loud sobs. “Why, why did you have to appear in my world? Why did you have to catch my attention? Why did you have to move my heart? Why did you have to leave me just when I was starting to have feelings for you? I clearly didn't like you, so why, why did you come to provoke me...?” “I don't need this clichéd redemption. I want you.”