Chapter 11 Coming Home
Chu Qingyun came back home with me. He squatted in front of me and carefully treated the small wound on my hand.
His eyes were lowered. The way he applied the medicine was extremely gentle.
"Why didn't you tell me when someone was mocking you?"
"You're too impulsive." Chu Qingyun had always said I was childish and too impulsive.
I felt a little annoyed and snorted coldly. "Then how are you going to handle it?"
He pressed his lips together and said, "I think I should withdraw from the Student Union."
"Why? You did nothing wrong. With me around, those idiots won't dare to mess with you again."
He frowned and shook his head. "They won't dare, but they'll still think the same things in their hearts."
I caught something from the low mood in Chu Qingyun's expression. "Are you blaming me?"
Blame me for casually exposing our relationship in public, which brought him so much gossip.
"I have nothing to blame you for. What he said was the truth." Chu Qingyun lowered his eyes.
I didn't know what exactly he was bothered about.
I just felt irritation surge up all at once. "I shouldn't have bothered with you in the first place."
"Really sorry about that."
His words were full of sarcasm.
The usually gentle and tolerant Chu Qingyun didn't speak. He simply stared at the wound on my hand in a daze.
I didn't receive the comfort he used to give me. The restlessness in my chest grew even stronger.
I knew what I wanted. I wanted Chu Qingyun to hug me on his own initiative.
Or even just a soft kiss on my fingertips would have been enough.
He used to do that. Why not anymore?
Had he gotten tired of me?
The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became.
I pushed him away roughly and said harshly, "I really don't know what use I have for you."
Chu Qingyun's pupils shook violently.
I grabbed my coat and stormed out the door.
When the elevator arrived, I waited a little longer and glanced toward the door. Chu Qingyun didn't chase after me.
I cursed myself for being stupid. I was actually pulling this "runaway from home and hope the other person chases me" drama on myself.
I ruffled my hair in frustration and stepped into the elevator.