Chapter 582: Chapter 582

If it weren’t for that chance to barge into her room and rummage through her belongings, Huo Feng would have never known that Pu Sangzhi was hiding such a sketchbook.

He flipped through two pages of the sketchbook and saw that it contained stories of him and her.

One incident after another...

She had drawn them so clearly and even added text...

These pages instantly triggered Huo Feng’s memories, reminding him of the past events they had shared.

On their first date, when he walked her to her doorstep, he tricked her and kissed her...

That incident had occurred so long ago, Huo Feng had long forgotten it.

Now, flipping through this sketchbook, memories from back then came flooding back, deeply etched in his mind.

Those sweet memories swiftly shattered Huo Feng’s heart, making it impossible for him to hate her, to be angry, or to blame her even a little...

Huo Feng flipped through several pages of the sketchbook, which he should have examined carefully, slowly, savoring deeply.

But because he was still in someone else’s house, considering that Ye Qingcao’s parents might return at any moment, Huo Feng did not have the time to appreciate it slowly.

He only flipped through a few pages, then hastily hugged the sketchbook to his chest and continued searching.

The room was only so big, and Pu Sangzhi had clearly already taken many of her things.

Thus, Huo Feng searched the entire room, every nook and cranny, every table and drawer, until he was certain he couldn’t find a single clue, and then he gave up on this room.

After coming out of Ye Qingcao’s room, Huo Feng thought about searching other rooms. He was desperate to find even the slightest clue...

He wanted to know where she and her daughter had gone. He wanted to go to them...

But just as he was about to search the master bedroom, his phone suddenly rang—it was a call from Ye Qingcao!

Huo Feng spoke with Ye Qingcao, who was in a frantic rush, urging him to leave quickly because she had just spoken with her mother, who said she was coming home.

Ye Qingcao’s mother didn’t know about Huo Feng, and if she suddenly came home and found Huo Feng, a stranger in the house, it would likely lead to yet another misunderstanding...

So, Ye Qingcao hurriedly notified Huo Feng.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Feng listened to Ye Qingcao’s advice, abandoned his search, and decided to leave first; after all, he had a key to Ye Qingcao’s house in his pocket.

Even if he stopped today, he could continue his search there tomorrow.

Thus, Huo Feng quickly left with the sketchbook in his arms.

After leaving Ye Qingcao’s house, the sky outside had completely darkened, the entire heavens a jet black, like Huo Feng’s heart swallowed by darkness.

He walked a few steps toward the entrance of the neighborhood, and as he walked, he realized that his path forward was utterly unclear.

Having given up on his exams, he didn’t want to go back to school, nor did he want to go to his grandfather’s house; he didn’t want to go anywhere...

He didn’t even want to see anyone; he just wanted to see Pu Sangzhi.

Aside from Pu Sangzhi, he believed that seeing anyone else would just annoy him! He would just ignore them...

Huo Feng took out his phone to check it.

WeChat still had no replies.

He had sent her so many messages—angry ones, threatening ones, pleading ones, all sorts of humble words.

Yet there was not a single message in return, like a stone sunk in the sea.

Had she not seen them?

Or had she seen them and chose not to reply?

Or was it that she didn’t care about him at all, so his feelings were irrelevant to her?

At that moment, Huo Feng’s mind was filled with doubts, with scenarios...

He had thought from her perspective, tried to put himself in her shoes, even imagined her as a wicked woman.

In just half a day, he had thought of everything.

But what use was just thinking?

Huo Feng put away his phone and walked aimlessly...

His gaze was empty as he walked like a zombie.

He left the neighborhood, walked onto the street, walking on a road with an unknown destination...

Just walking, walking...

Exhausted, he walked alone for several hours.

It wasn’t until he walked into a dead end, seeing this dark alley the streetlights couldn’t brighten, that he finally turned around and walked out step by step.

Later, around 11:00 PM, Huo Feng took a cab back to Tangxia, back to his own home.

At home, Shen Yu had already gone to bed, and Huo Mingshan was still at school.

Huo Feng quietly returned home, quietly went to his room, and quietly took the Chinese Zodiac gift Pu Sangzhi had given him on their first date.

Then, he took the gift and the sketchbook and left the house. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩

This time, Huo Feng rode his scooter to the area near Longxiang School, to Pu Sangzhi’s home, which had been empty for a whole week.

He came alone to Pu Sangzhi’s home, opened the door which no longer had a key, and entered.

Pu Sangzhi’s home was still in disarray.

Huo Feng closed the front door, walked into Pu Sangzhi’s room, and, on impulse, also closed her room door. He sat down at her usual homework desk.

He knew this was the spot where Pu Sangzhi had sat, where she had crafted these items by hand.

The desk still bore that desk lamp, and Huo Feng casually turned it on.

Afterward, he rose again to turn off the room lights, leaving only the desk lamp on, akin to the little light remaining in his world...

Huo Feng settled back at the desk. He leafed through Pu Sangzhi’s sketchbook, his long eyelashes drooping down, dark grape-like pupils resting on the pages...

Studying the words painstakingly written on the sketchbook, which depicted two little figures...

Those shared moments from the past unfolded in his mind like a movie.

The words she wrote were truly beautiful.

Every word and every sentence could sweeten his heart...

These love phrases were of such high caliber that they could rival "withered trees and skies of wind."

Huo Feng particularly liked how she spoke sweet nothings, adoring the way she wrote such words for him.

If it had been before, upon seeing this sketchbook, he wouldn’t have known how happy to be! He might have been so elated he’d forget his own name.

Now, seeing these words...

There was nothing but added sorrow, nothing but a mix of heartache and soft-heartedness, no other overly joyful emotions.

[Youth is like the wind, as illusory as a dream. The affection is genuine, the sentiment deep. This is the entanglement of the Sang leaves and the gentle breeze, and also our youth...]

Looking at this sentence, Huo Feng’s thin lips slightly curved up, "You always speak so sweetly, yet you left me so abruptly. If I, Huo Feng, truly mattered that much, would you really bear to leave?"

He asked this, not knowing if he was questioning Pu Sangzhi or himself.

Fortunately, the sketchbook wasn’t thick.

He finished flipping through it after just a few pages...

"Having known each other so long, and only a few pictures drawn. You must only sketch when the mood strikes, huh? No sincerity, no commitment..."

Just as he finished speaking, just as he turned the last page...

Suddenly, on the next page, Huo Feng came upon a whole page of jumbled words!

One night, the night she intended to write Huo Feng a farewell letter...

Pu Sangzhi had written a whole page, wanting to confess her feelings before leaving. But after sending him a message, she threw that page away.

The next night, yearning for Huo Feng but unable to contact him, she could only lean over the desk, tears rolling down while she repetitively wrote those few words on this page of the sketchbook...

Those few words that she dared not tell Huo Feng.

But now, Huo Feng saw them.

An entire page, jumbled and unstructured, not following the lines, spontaneously written by the heart...

[Really, really like Huo Feng]

The whole page was filled with these words, the repeated [I like you] blurring Huo Feng’s sight, stirring his emotions.

At that moment, Huo Feng’s phoenix eyes widened incredulously as he stared at the entire page of text.

Though the words were the same...

He couldn’t dare miss a single one, reading each word over and over, silently reciting them in his heart.

As he read, his eyes, widened in shock, quietly reddened and soon became misty...

Huo Feng took a deep breath, finding his nose congested, sour, and astringent, some emotion wreaking havoc in his heart, stirring his inner lake...

Huo Feng reached out, gently touching each word on that page, only then realizing his fingers trembled, his heart trembled, and the emotions he had suppressed all day suddenly surged out at this moment.

He had never thought of shedding tears, but at this moment, his eyes were glossed with tears, his long eyelashes capturing the droplets, trembling lightly.

"You excessive girl... are you a dog..."

He said this, continuing to speak...

Suddenly, two large teardrops fell from his eyes, rolling down his lashes and directly onto the desk.

He cried cleanly, his face devoid of any tear stains...

Huo Feng, such a tough youth, wouldn’t shed a single tear even if he was half dead.

Yet at this moment, unexpectedly, he shed tears...

Suddenly feeling his heart stifled, Huo Feng covered his chest with one hand, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

And perhaps also because of remorse...

Only after she left did she allow him to see such a thing.

Isn’t this just making his heart feel blocked?