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Chapter 51 - 51 51 Unrequited Love Personality
Chapter 51 - 51 51 Unrequited Love Personality
?Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Unrequited Love Personality Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Unrequited Love Personality …
At first, Sheng Xian didn’t know he was ill.
In high school, he had good grades and was handsome, attracting many female classmates who liked to gather around him, and his desk drawer was often stuffed with small snacks or light pink envelopes.
Dating was forbidden in school, but there were always some girls who were bolder and more open, not like other girls who would do things in secret. Instead, they would run up to him and confess their feelings.
Initially, when he heard these confessions, he felt uncomfortable.
Some girls, after he had reluctantly but politely rejected them, would stop bothering him.
But others wouldn’t give up and continued to pursue him relentlessly.
After it happened many times, he began to feel nauseated and disgusted with them.
It was a kind of deep-rooted nausea and disgust that came from the bottom of his heart and bones.
It was the kind of nausea and disgust that couldn’t be suppressed, no matter how hard he tried.
He remembered clearly, during his second year of high school, a rather outstanding girl confessed her feelings to him in front of many people on the school playground.
That girl had been chasing him since the first year, and although he had clearly rejected her several times, she was somehow confident that she could win him over.
It was evening, and the setting sun bathed the entire playground in gold.
The girl, wearing a beautiful dress, said many heartwarming things to him.
Many onlookers watched, and some even egged him on to accept her.
The girl was youthful and pretty, did well in her studies, and got along with her classmates.
Everyone thought they were a well-matched pair.
But when faced with the girl’s confession, he wasn’t touched at all; there was no flutter of emotion, only nausea and fear.
He wanted to leave, but the girl clung to his clothes, refusing to let him go, repeating over and over, “Sheng Xian, I like you, I really do like you so much.”
He tried to control the rising nausea, but in the face of her anxious confessions, disgust and rejection slowly spread across his face until he couldn’t hold back and started retching amidst her declarations of affection.
The girl was stunned and then ran away crying.
The people around him looked at him in amazement.
After that day, the whispers about him at school were no longer of admiration and envy, but rather, “What’s wrong with him? Even if he didn’t like her, why did he have to vomit?” “His reaction to someone’s affection was so disrespectful. It doesn’t matter how good his grades are or how handsome he is; he’s still a scumbag.”
Facing those pointing fingers, he couldn’t explain, not even he himself understood what was going on with him.
It was like he had fallen into a vortex, unable to climb out, even falling deeper into a more terrifying abyss.
What started as a mild discomfort upon learning someone liked him had turned into fear, a fear that made him breathless and covered in cold sweat.
Eventually, he couldn’t even bear to look at the girls who had confessed their feelings to him.
Just seeing them would make his scalp tingle and his stomach churn.
He began to question himself, to constantly deny his worth, and to think that those girls must be blind to like someone like him.
He would deliberately keep his distance from everyone, managing to be kind to all but never getting too close to anyone.
Gradually, his world was left with only himself.
Being alone was quite alright.
That way, he wouldn’t hurt anyone else.
It wasn’t until his third year of university, because of Jian Mo’s encounter with Zhuang Chen, that he learned he was sick.
The illness was quite pretentious.
It was called Frigophobia.
It causes one to despise those who like them and to like someone but not want their affection in return. Because once they reciprocate your feelings, you might end up not liking them and might even find them repulsive.
All sincerity was doomed to be spoiled in front of him.
He hoped that the person he liked would never like him back.
He could only like those who didn’t like him.
He knew that the heiress with the not-so-good reputation might not really end up liking him.
But he,
Didn’t want to hurt her.