𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 (ZhanYi)

Confusing.

Don't you have somewhere to be? Go and finish what you started with Lorenzo. He sneered.

So that's the problem. You are jealous of some random guy and won't talk to me. I laughed.

"Jealous of Lorenzo? What could I be jealous of? I'm just trying to ensure you don't waste your time on something that isn't worth it. That's all."

I sighed. I would have loved it if you said "Yes, I am jealous." It would have made me feel loved and wanted." I said and walked away.

I was about to open the door when he grabbed the handle and spoke. "Wait," he said, his voice softening. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He looked into my eyes, his gaze sincere.

Please explain why you are sorry. I asked.

"I'm sorry for talking to your mom the way I did. It was wrong."

Can you stop giving me mixed signals? It's confusing and frustrating. This minute, you act like a possessive boyfriend, and the next minute, you act like you don't care. I whispered.

"I'm sorry," he said, moving away from me. "I don't mean to give you mixed signals. I just don't know how to express it."

"Just talk to me. I'm willing to listen and understand. I know it's not easy, but I'm here for you." I said.

"It's okay," he said. "I think it's wise to just go. I need some time to think things through. I don't want to confuse you or stress you out."

"My name is Blake," he added, looking away.

"Blake," I repeated the name, loving how it rolled off my tongue. I looked into his eyes, saddened to see the pain and confusion there. I cupped his face in my hands and said, "Take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready."

He smiled weakly at me before turning around and walking out. I watched him disappear into the corridor, my heart aching for him. I stepped into the elevator, my mind swirling with thoughts and emotions.

I was on my way to the pool when I saw Grandpa walking inside. He looked tired, his steps slower than usual. As I approached him, he looked up and smiled. Without a word, he opened his arms wide and pulled me into a warm hug.

"I told your friend he could join us inside," Grandpa said as we walked into the private lounge.

We sat in the lounge, and Grandpa ordered some food and a bottle of red wine. I ordered a milkshake.

I couldn't wrap my head around what happened with Blake, so I explained everything to Grandpa, and he laughed. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "You know, sometimes things aren't always as they seem. You can't always jump to conclusions without considering all angles. That's a valuable lesson, my dear, so remember it." I nodded.

Lorenzo walked into the lounge and looked handsome. He smiled and thanked Grandpa for allowing him to join us. He sat next to me and said, "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey!" I said. He immediately engaged Grandpa in a conversation, and they flowed freely, laughing and nodding in agreement at each other's points. Grandpa told him stories and gave him advice, and they shared jokes.

Lorenzo is carefree, which I appreciate about him. He navigates life with ease and lightheartedness, which I find refreshing. There are times I wish Blake, too, could embody this carefree spirit with me.

However, my feelings towards Lorenzo differ from Blake's. While I find Lorenzo likeable, I feel a deeper emotional connection to Blake. It is difficult to pinpoint exactly what draws me to Blake, but there is an undeniable chemistry.

Despite the differences in my feelings towards Lorenzo and Blake, I am grateful for Lorenzo's carefree nature. It serves as a reminder that life doesn't always have to be taken seriously. It's okay to let go and enjoy the present moment.

Mr. Chen was delighted to join us, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. I enjoyed the meal while sipping my milkshake, and Lorenzo occasionally offered me his beer. It was a pleasant evening, with everyone in a cheerful mood, and I couldn't help but smile.

We should go to town tomorrow. I know a couple of pleasant places we can visit. Lorenzo rolled his eyes.

"Cool," I replied, and you can't wear a bun tomorrow, he teased with a smile.

"Alright, let's head home," Grandpa said, standing up and stretching. "It's getting late, and you have a busy day tomorrow." I nodded.

I will pick you up tomorrow. What's your address? Lorenzo asked.

"Just take a cab and tell them you are heading to Tian Ping's house," my grandpa said.

Okay, thank you. "I'll see you tomorrow." Lorenzo smiled and hugged me before we left.

Immediately after arriving home, I wasted no time and headed straight for the bathroom to take a much-needed bath. The warm water cascaded over my body, washing away the day's weariness. Refreshed and rejuvenated, I went to my bedroom. The bed's softness beckoned me, and I eagerly climbed onto it, sinking into its comforting embrace.

As I settled in, my thoughts turned to my mom. I longed to share the events of the day with her and seek solace in her comforting words. With anticipation, I reached for my phone and dialed her number. Each ring seemed to stretch forever until she answered.

"Hello?" Her voice, filled with warmth and love, instantly put me at ease.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted her, a smile spreading across my face. "I can't wait to tell you about my day."

And so, from the comfort of my bed, I recounted the events, sharing the highs and lows, and cherishing the connection with my mom. Even through a phone call, I felt belonging and secure.

As the conversation flowed, time slipped away, and the worries of the day faded into the background. My mom's voice became a soothing melody, blending with the room's tranquility. We laughed, we comforted, and we cherished the bond only a mother and child can share.

After what felt like an eternity, we reluctantly said our goodbyes. The conversation had ended, but her love lingered. With a contented sigh, I placed my phone on the nightstand and closed my eyes, grateful for the connection that transcended physical distance.

The loud doorbell jolted me awake, racing my heart. Groggily, I swung my legs over the bedside and stumbled towards the front door. As the doorbell chimed again, my anxiety grew. I couldn't help but hope it wasn't Lorenzo standing on the other side. Dealing with him was something I wasn't sure I could handle at the moment.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Blake. I blinked a few times, convinced I wasn't sleepwalking. "Blake? What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.