You Are Different from Us...

"You don’t know? Heh, Su Yanran, do you really not know?"

Luo Muqi’s eyes were filled with disdain as she continued, "My sister and I didn’t do anything to offend you back then, did we? And you knew my brother was with us, yet you still told them."

Su Yanran was speechless, her head bowed as she stared at the floor, her hands involuntarily clenching.

"You said you’ve liked him since childhood, but you knew full well that he would never abandon us, yet you still pointed them in our direction."

"Su Yanran, do you really love him that much?"

Luo Muqi’s voice wasn’t loud, and it was pleasant to the ear, but to Su Yanran, it felt like needles piercing her eardrums.

"Come to think of it, we had never even met you back then. Why did you harbor such hostility toward my sister and me?" Luo Muqi slowly bent down, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at Su Yanran’s pale face. "Did you realize that he preferred spending time with us, and you got jealous?"

Su Yanran bit her lip, her pupils trembling. She couldn’t deny it—Luo Muqi wasn’t wrong.

During those two years, she had accompanied her grandmother to visit Mo Xuan’s grandmother, but Mo Xuan was home less and less. Though he still played with her, he often seemed distracted.

"You don’t truly love him; it’s just possessiveness driving you," Luo Muqi said with certainty. "Let me guess, you must have secretly followed him and found out about us, didn’t you?"

Memories Su Yanran had long forgotten began to resurface. That time, she had followed her grandmother there, but Mo Xuan had hurriedly left. Curious, she had trailed him until she saw him enter an old Western-style house.

On the second-floor balcony, Su Yanran clearly saw Mo Xuan with a young woman and a girl around his age.

Unlike when he was with her, Mo Xuan seemed completely at ease with them, his smile natural and unguarded—something she had never seen before.

But Su Yanran had never tried to understand Mo Xuan. She didn’t know his likes or dislikes, and whenever they were together, it was always Mo Xuan who had to accommodate her.

Now, Mo Xuan had someone else, and Su Yanran even saw a glimmer of longing and an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Was it for that young woman or the girl his age? Su Yanran didn’t know—or perhaps, even Mo Xuan himself didn’t know back then.

The feelings of a 15-year-old are like unripe fruit—naive, innocent, yet easily seen through. Su Yanran and Mo Xuan had known each other for so many years, but she had never once seen that look in his eyes.

For the first time, Su Yanran felt jealousy, even resentment.

A childhood companion who had always revolved around her suddenly no longer did, as if her favorite toy had been snatched away by someone else.

"Aren’t you just being possessive now too?"

As if unwilling to be exposed, Su Yanran raised her head, though it was clear she was barely holding herself together.

"Of course, we are too," Luo Muqi admitted frankly. "But do you think you’re the same as us?"

"From the start, you treated him like a prized doll, didn’t you? But even the most beloved doll will eventually grow tiresome, and that’s why you betrayed him."

"I… I didn’t…" Su Yanran seemed to want to explain that she had never thought that way, but she couldn’t find the words. "I just… I was momentarily blinded…"

"Ha, Su Yanran, in terms of family background, you’re no match for me. In terms of looks, I’d say I’m not bad either. You must have heard how many people pursued me in college, right?" Luo Muqi laughed as if she had heard a joke. "As for my sister, ever since she became vice president, countless people have flocked to her."

"But why… were we able to wait for him so steadfastly?"

Luo Muqi’s words were like a slap across Su Yanran’s face. The Luo sisters, who were superior to her in every way, had not only waited for Mo Xuan but had even borne his child. Even now, the mention of Mo Xuan’s name made Luo Muqi’s eyes light up.

Not to mention Luo Shiya, who seemed as though she wanted to merge Mo Xuan into her very being. As a woman, Su Yanran could see that Luo Shiya’s intimacy with Mo Xuan was more of an obsessive infatuation.

"Admit it, you’re just vain. Back then, Mo Xuan couldn’t satisfy your materialistic desires. The young lady of the Su Family, yet her boyfriend couldn’t even afford to buy her a decent bag."

"Let me guess, you weren’t unaware of Mo Jinpeng’s intentions—in fact, you knew them well. You also knew that doing this would hurt Mo Xuan, but you did it anyway."

"Su Yanran, if it were me or my sister, we would always choose him. He’s not just our first choice; he’s the only one."

"Even though my sister and I are possessive of him, it’s because we love him—only him."

"But you’re different. You never truly loved him. Maybe there was a little, but not enough. In the past, it was possessiveness. Now, it’s just bitterness."

After finishing, Luo Muqi quietly looked at the disheveled Su Yanran before her. She chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "So, do you still think we’re the same?"

Su Yanran’s lips trembled. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave, but Luo Muqi grabbed her arm, her tone turning provocative. "Are you running away because I’ve exposed you?"

"Luo Muqi, I admit I was wrong in the past, but I’ve paid the price for it!" Su Yanran said, on the verge of breaking down. "I shouldn’t have told those people where you were back then, but what was my fault? I was only 15 at the time!"

"If there’s a problem, it’s that your Luo Family offended someone, which led to them targeting you. Now you’re pinning all the blame on me and even denying the feelings I once had with Mo Xuan?"

The door suddenly opened. Luo Shiya, wearing Bluetooth earbuds and holding Mo Xuan’s hand, looked at Su Yanran and Luo Muqi in surprise.

Mo Xuan was stunned as he looked at Su Yanran. He had heard everything.

"Su Yanran, what do you mean?" Mo Xuan stepped forward, his voice filled with doubt and anger. "You told them? Back then, when I got hurt, it was because you told those people who were after Shiya and Muqi where we were?"

"Mo… Mo Xuan, I…"

Su Yanran was momentarily overwhelmed, not expecting Luo Shiya and Mo Xuan to appear together at this moment.

Luo Shiya, standing behind Mo Xuan, pointed to the Bluetooth earbuds in her ear, her lips curving into a faint smile. Luo Muqi picked up her phone, which showed the call interface with Luo Shiya.

"You… are… so… easy… to… fool…"

Luo Shiya mouthed the words slowly, her eyes locked on Su Yanran.