Shuhe, You Are Such a Fool

"President, President."

"President, club activities are over."

Luo Shuhe stood straight by the calligraphy club's window, her slender and graceful silhouette framed against the campus scenery outside. She gazed quietly, lost in thought.

No one knew how long she had been standing there.

Only when a club member reminded her did she nod slightly, signaling her acknowledgment.

"Goodbye, President. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, President."

"Take care."

"......"

After exchanging polite farewells with Luo Shuhe, the club members left in small groups. Though they noticed something off about their president today—a hint of unspoken melancholy and sorrow—no one dared to approach her out of respect for her usual reserved demeanor.

Soon, the spacious classroom was empty, leaving only Luo Shuhe standing alone.

Unlike Luo Shuning, who had an inseparable best friend in Ren Lei, or Gu Ximan, who shared everything with her confidante Lu Xuexue, or even Luo Shuling, who was adored by countless girls at school and surrounded by close friends—Luo Shuhe had always walked her path alone.

She was like a solitary plum blossom standing proudly atop a snow-covered mountain, cold yet resilient, blooming in quiet beauty. And this solitude was something she had long grown accustomed to.

Still expressionless, Luo Shuhe remained by the window, making no move to head home. Her mind lingered on what her sister and the man she loved might be doing at that moment.

Perhaps they were strolling hand in hand along bustling streets, sharing laughter and stories.

Perhaps they were bathing together in a warm shower, washing each other’s backs, savoring their intimacy.

Or maybe they were curled up together, whispering sweet nothings, lost in affection.

Or perhaps they were lying in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, consumed by passion.

Whatever it was, they were surely happy.

And that was fine.

By Sunday, they would officially become a couple, sweetly and irrevocably.

Luo Shuling’s wild, unrealistic fantasies would crumble.

At the very least, that scoundrel’s legs wouldn’t be broken by their father.

That was fine.

That was fine.

That… was fine…

Just then, a cool breeze drifted through the window, carrying a slight chill. Luo Shuhe rubbed her eyes, startled by the sudden sensation.

As she reached to close the window, shutting out the noise of the outside world, the classroom door creaked open abruptly.

Startled, Luo Shuhe quickly withdrew her hand, rubbing her eyes again before taking a deep breath to steady herself. She assumed a club member had returned for forgotten belongings.

But then, an all-too-familiar voice rang out:

"Shuhe, I brought you yogurt. Let’s go home."

Luo Shuling bounded into the calligraphy club, two yogurt cups in hand, and skipped straight to Luo Shuhe’s side.

"You go ahead," Luo Shuhe replied mechanically, accepting the yogurt with a straw already inserted. She brought it to her lips, sipping silently.

"Don’t shoo me away!" Luo Shuling hopped onto the windowsill with effortless grace, her shapely legs swinging playfully in the air.

"I still think homemade yogurt tastes better," she mused, crossing her legs in imitation of Luo Shuhe’s usual posture before grinning.

"Well, the kind big brother used to recommend was the best."

At those words, Luo Shuhe’s grip on the yogurt stiffened. She turned her slightly reddened eyes toward Luo Shuling and asked calmly,

"Shuling, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I’m trying to say…" Luo Shuling tilted her head, flicking Luo Shuhe’s forehead lightly before sighing. "What I’m trying to say is that you’re an idiot, Shuhe."

"Your heart’s always been too soft."

"You act all cold and distant, but inside, you’re warmer than anyone."

"Heh, no wonder Shuning and big brother loved flicking my forehead so much. It really does feel nice."

Luo Shuhe bit down on the straw, listening in silence.

After a long pause, Luo Shuling suddenly asked,

"You spoil Shuning so much. Are you really okay with that?"

"That’s none of your concern."

Luo Shuhe turned away, tossing the empty yogurt cup into the nearby trash bin.

"Yeah, yeah, crying your eyes out but still saying it’s none of my concern." Luo Shuling jumped down from the windowsill and wrapped an arm around Luo Shuhe’s, grinning.

"Alright, let’s go home."

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