Su Liumeng was already well-known around campus.
As the Su family’s heiress, she had been a trending figure on Beiqing University’s confession wall even before the semester officially began.
Someone had even dug up the fact that this wealthy heiress had donated two entire academic buildings on her first day of enrollment—such over-the-top generosity had left everyone stunned.
That day, Su Liumeng strode purposefully toward the East District dormitories.
Her usual immaculate appearance, polished down to the last strand of hair, was slightly disheveled—just like the frantic urgency in her steps.
Everyone was curious—what kind of person or situation could make this elegant and composed heiress completely lose her cool?
They would soon find out.
Su Liumeng’s movements that day were far from discreet.
Or perhaps it was because her heart was already in turmoil—she had lost the sense of careful restraint she typically maintained.
In full view of dozens of students, she walked straight into one of the girls’ dormitories.
Someone had already started secretly livestreaming her movements on the school confession wall.
Soon, people watched her walk into Dorm 514.
And for the first time, the name Si Xinyan entered public view.
Photos from the student council’s welcome event the day before resurfaced and became hot gossip.
Only then did many students realize—one of this year’s new students was such a stunning beauty.
What exactly was her relationship with Su Liumeng?
Speculation about the two of them became a tantalizing mystery that countless students were dying to uncover.
Whatever the truth, one thing was clear: if even Su Liumeng was thrown so off balance, this had to be something serious.
Inside Dorm 514, contrary to what many expected, there was no shouting, no confrontation—only an eerie, excessive silence.
My bed was closest to the entrance.
At that moment—
I was sitting in a chair, silently staring at Su Liumeng, who had just stepped in.
I wasn’t surprised by her arrival.
Ever since I discovered she was that Su Liumeng, I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret was exposed.
After all, the title Su family heiress was far more than just a label.
Behind it lay the complex, deeply rooted power structure of a family whose influence had spanned generations.
At her side, Su Liumeng’s fist was clenched tightly—without her even realizing it.
She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep the tide of emotions from crashing over her.
She refused to let her first love end like this, unresolved and silent.
But—
Why did it have to be Si Xinyan?
“At that moment, when I realized the person I liked was my lifelong enemy… I really did have the thought—I’d rather die.”
In less than thirty seconds, she had turned into a teary mess.
This wasn’t the kind of crying and confession Su Liumeng would’ve made in front of me—the Su family’s adopted son.
This was something she said to the person she’d secretly liked for years.
A pouring out of all the sweet, bitter, and aching emotions that had buit up from that long one-sided love.
So she didn’t hold back.
She made no effort to hide her tears.
She forgot the strength she was always supposed to uphold.
In front of “Yan Shen,” she was just a girl—a lovesick, vulnerable girl showing her truest self.
Originally, I hadn’t planned on comforting her.
But seeing her cry like this…
I couldn’t help it.
“Stop crying.”
I picked up a pack of tissues from the table and handed it over.
But Su Liumeng didn’t take it.
She just kept wiping her face with her sleeve, over and over again.
At that moment, she really did look like a little stray kitten, abandoned and utterly heartbroken.
She knew very well—
Her sadness didn’t come from being rejected by someone she liked.
It came from the unbearable chasm between them—the bitter past she couldn’t erase.
Her lips were nearly bleeding from how hard she bit down.
“Tell me…”
Her voice trembled.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
She couldn’t lie to herself.
She couldn’t bear to give up the feelings that had bloomed over the years.
Even now, even knowing that the person she liked was the very one she had once hated most—Si Xinyan—
She still… liked her.
That was the nature of first love.
Proud, impulsive, and all-consuming.
Right now—
There was a complex look in Su Liumeng’s eyes as she stared at me.
In those teary pupils, I saw tangled threads of affection… and slivers of old hatred.
These were contradictions that neither of us could avoid.
We’d fought each other for years.
We’d competed, clashed, and even threw punches.
And now—
Su Liumeng suddenly asked herself deep inside:
How am I supposed to keep loving someone like this, without hesitation?
The dorm room had gone dead silent.
Su Liumeng was staring at me—the girl who now stood nearly as tall as her.
Then, all at once, she shut her eyes—as if afraid I’d see through to her very soul.
“…I won’t come after you anymore.”
I finally let out a long sigh, my voice quiet but firm.
“And I admit it.”
“My past self… was in the wrong.”
“Fighting with the biological daughter of the Su family, as a foster child…”
“That was something I never should’ve done.”
“I take full responsibility for what I did, and now I’m apologizing to you.”
I said it with a calm but resolute voice.
It was the kind of thing I would only say once.
Even if I was admitting my mistakes, I still had my pride.
This was probably the last bit of stubborn dignity I had left, after being kicked out of the Su family.
I looked at the girl in front of me—eyes closed, her expression a mix of defiance and fragility.
Su Liumeng…
After all the ups and downs we had gone through, I could no longer say I hated her, nor did I like her.
The past resentment had long been worn away by time.
Could I say I had feelings for her?
Hardly.
After all, she was the one who had once crushed me completely.
And no one walks away from that entirely indifferent.
In the end, my emotions toward her could be summed up in one word:
Calm.
Like an old soul who had seen too much of the world,looking back at everything with peace and detachment.
A still lake—no ripples.
I quietly said, “As for what you said just now… I’m not worthy of you.”
But the moment the words left my mouth—
Su Liumeng’s eyes snapped open, her expression suddenly darkened.
Before I could react, she lunged forward and bit my arm—hard.
“You bastard!!” she shouted, tears welling up in her eyes.
“You’re not allowed to say that kind of thing while wearing Yan God’s name!”
“To me, Yan God is someone who can do anything.”
“She’s always been that kind of person—constantly trying her best.”
“You—”
“You’re not allowed to insult her.”
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, like a little lion cub defending the one she adored—hurt, but stubbornly proud.
She glared at me with a trembling voice:
“Where’s that ruthless attitude you had when you used to fight me?”
“Don’t go soft on me now.”
“Don’t make me look down on you.”
Why is she not surprised that her former brother is a girl now ???