Why it never ends

When Hesta's mind began to tumble, Yu Xuekun looked away considerately to prevent his insights from further frustrating the already angry young man.

"Does it matter who I see in her?" Hesta gritted her teeth, "You don't understand anything at all."

"Who doesn't understand?" Yu Xuekun continued, "Think carefully about how you got along during this period. Think about what state you were in and what state she was in when she was always avoiding you. Then think about how your relationship has gradually become more harmonious. At that time, what state were you two in? Do you need me to explain it more clearly?"

"Then what should we do? What do you think we should do? Just watch her go back? Watch her continue to be bewitched to the next Mihailo or Mrs. Kajia?"

"First of all, Yugali hasn't made a decision yet. Secondly, no matter how stupid and ungrateful she is, it doesn't mean she has to use her own life to fulfill other people's wishes."

"Whose wish? What do you want to say? Do you want to say that this is all my wish?" Hesta jumped up from the bench. She waved her left hand fiercely, "Get rid of that bad home and hope for her life." To get better...are these just my wishes in life?"

"Why don't you spend even one more second to think about it?" Yu Xuekun also raised her voice, "When did Yujiali say that she wanted to get rid of her home? At least I have never heard her express this meaning. Since she left Meijun, she has been thinking about her mother, her sister, and her brother. It is you who are eager to see her 'leave', it is you who are eager to see her 'get better', and it is obvious that you The two have different definitions of 'getting better', my God, Jane, it's not like you haven't realized this by now?"

Hesta was stunned for a moment.

Although she hadn't had time to eat at noon, she still felt a strong nausea. She stared at Yu Xuekun's face, trying to discern whether the other party really thought so, or whether he said some exaggerated words to express sarcasm.

However, Yu Xuekun looked so calm at this moment, Hesta could not believe that they would have a disagreement on such a straightforward matter.

"...If I hadn't persisted, Yugali might have been pregnant by now," Hesta said in a deep voice, "Did you see the report from Songxueyuan Daily the day before yesterday? Do you think Miha would be pregnant under the current circumstances? Iroh will still settle the payment according to the original amount? Did I do something wrong? Should I have just stood aside and watched——"

There was some complicated compassion in Yu Xuekun's eyes, "So you help someone just to coerce him or her to obey your instructions at some point in the future?"

Hesta grabbed her hair in pain, "...Why do the words completely change when they come out of your mouth?"

"simple……"

"Shut up!" Hesta snapped, "You win! You win! I will never touch this mess again!"

Yu Xuekun sat there, tapping her knees lightly with her fingers. She watched Hesta run away without looking back, feeling a little hesitant for a moment.

Yu Xuekun leaned on the bench.

Didn't you speak too harshly just now?

……

Hesta ran all the way home.

She felt like there was a burning fire in her body, and once it stopped, she would be swallowed up by the flames. The feeling was so excruciating that she had no time to think about anything but to focus on the road in front of her.

As soon as he got home, Hesta trotted into the room without saying hello to anyone, and threw himself on the bed.

The phone vibrated several times. Hesta turned on the screen and took a look. She found that Yugali had sent four messages in succession, but she pushed the phone aside without opening it. Yu Xuekun's words always lingered in her mind, making her breathless.

Yeah? Is everything as she said?

This suspicion made Hesta feel horrified - among the interpersonal relationships she established in District 14, Ksenia and Yugali were undoubtedly the two most important ones. However, how could she have imagined that to this day, her relationship with The relationship between these two people was actually shrouded in a moral cloud: it seemed that her feelings for any of them were not pure, but were mixed with some kind of selfishness of her own.

Hesta curled up into a ball, her face still flushed from the continuous long run. She pulled the pillow over her eyes, and the moment she turned over, the memo pad in her pocket slipped out.

Hesta picked up the book and flipped through it aimlessly, and suddenly saw the little poem she wrote last Sunday.

That chilly cold night seemed to suddenly spread along the text. However, this cold feeling only lasted for a moment, and then suddenly Hesta felt even more ashamed. She took out the pen from her arms, crossed out the little poem angrily, and rewrote it under the original title:

I'm.

I'm a bad person

Living in a shitty place

Living my shitty life

……

At night, Hesta, who was sleeping drowsily, heard a noise in the living room, as if someone was moving something.

It was raining outside the window, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Hesta got up and opened the window for ventilation. The coldness of the rain immediately dispelled all her sleepiness.

She opened the bedroom door and saw small objects piled on the living room floor. Xu Ruyi and Ding Yuqing were cleaning up, and Ding Xueyang was sitting at the dining table, chatting with them.

"Good evening." Hesta walked between the three of them, "What are you doing?"

"We feel that there are too many things at home, and we are sorting them out," Ding Yuqing straightened up. "Some things can be thrown into the recycling bin, and some things can be put directly into the trash can."

"Do you need help?"

"No, but you can see if there is anything you need in the blue bag over there," Ding Yuqing pointed to a large open plastic bag in the corner, "There are some of my books, stationery, clothes, etc. Things, the community will send people to collect them tomorrow.”

Hesta nodded silently. She walked to the blue plastic bag and took a look at it before sitting on the floor. "What are you talking about? I thought I heard someone talking about fire just now?"

Ding Yuqing burst out laughing, "It's not a fire, there's no fire, it's talking about my sister's childhood - she set fire to my grandma's closet and almost burned her entire yard."

"Burning the wardrobe?" Hesta was puzzled, "Why burn the wardrobe?"

"Because grandma secretly sold two pots of iron trees that my sister had raised since she was a child - sister, you tell me!"

Ding Xueyang laughed, "What are you talking about? I didn't care about the consequences of doing things when I was a child. It almost caused a disaster that time. It's not something to be proud of..."

"Why not? Since you lit the fire in her house, hasn't she forced you to live in her house again?" Ding Yuqing said, "It shows that you lit the fire in time."