The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 393

Chapter 393: At least I know you care about my feelings too
Everyone knows that Sam isn’t just a jerk.

He’s also a liar.

And a rule-breaker.

The most obvious thing about him is that he always knows the right moment to say something that catches you off guard, especially when you’re angry, down, sad, or heartbroken. It’s like he punches through your defenses when you’re at your weakest.

Of course, that’s exactly what’s happening right now.

In the cold wind, everything around seemed to roar.

Every time Sophie was alone in her room during winter, hearing the howling wind, it felt like the wailing of another world.

It was often at those times that Sophie felt a profound loneliness.

It was as if she didn’t belong to this world, or rather, she was already living in a post-apocalyptic world, just waiting for the moment of her demise.

Strangely, when Sam appeared in her world, as they got to know each other more deeply, she felt that the desperate loneliness she used to feel, like she was striving towards an endless void, was diminishing.

It was as if Sam’s presence was specifically to show her that her existence in this world wasn’t so lonely.

And now…

Looking at Sam in front of her.

Sophie’s pupils dilated uncontrollably. The boy stood under the dim streetlight, with an endless darkness as his backdrop, but because he was standing in the light, it seemed like the darkness could never reach him.

What did he represent?

At this moment, it felt like there were infinite revelations on him.

But she wasn’t a devout believer, so she couldn’t read anything from it.

“You… you should ask Angel for a gift. You two are the couple. Why ask me for a gift?”

Sophie turned her head. On the other side was just a wall, with nothing on it, not even interesting graffiti. It was as pale as her own emotional experiences.

Sophie felt a bit resentful now.

Why hadn’t she dated more? If she had, she wouldn’t be so helpless when facing this jerk.

She thought her intelligence could solve all problems, not just in academics but also in relationships.

But she hadn’t realized that emotions were so irrational.

She was powerless, helpless, clenching her hands hidden in her sleeves, trying to hide her confusion and appear calm and wise.

“Only couples can exchange gifts? I thought our relationship was close enough to exchange gifts too.”

Sam said with a smile.

He didn’t get too close to Sophie, leaving her plenty of space to retreat.

“We don’t have that kind of relationship… stop saying weird things, we…”

Sam smiled at the girl who was so good at pretending to be strong but wasn’t annoying when she did.

How to put it, her pretense was like a self-introduction. If you understood her pretense in reverse, you could get the correct answer.

Sam couldn’t help but smile.

“Aren’t you curious about what I want to give you?”

“I… why should I be curious? It’s probably nothing good. I don’t care.”

Sophie said.

But in her heart, she was already thinking.

Does he really want to give me something? But what could he give me? A few books? A bouquet of flowers? She didn’t know. She couldn’t think of anything. She didn’t want to think about it, but she couldn’t help it.

It was at times like this that she realized her rational mind and her heart were always at odds.

She didn’t know how to reconcile these feelings, only that she felt so small, unable to fully control herself.

Her thoughts… didn’t seem to follow her will.

“Alright, then forget it. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Sam took a step back, returning the distance between them to normal.

His smile looked so ordinary.

But seeing this, Sophie felt a sudden pang of bitterness.

Was he giving up?

That didn’t seem like Sam. Sophie had gotten used to the boy always being persistent, never giving up until he got what he wanted. She hadn’t expected him to give up so easily.

In the end, she was the one who had gotten used to it all.

When things didn’t go as she expected, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything to stop him.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at her toes.

“You don’t want the club to disband, do you?”

She said softly in the wind.

Her mind was a bit blank. She didn’t know the purpose of her words, but she didn’t want to take them back.

Sam smiled.

“How to put it, I think places with special memories, places you might often think about in the future, shouldn’t just be let go. But if it’s just me thinking that, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to cause you too much trouble because of my feelings. So don’t force yourself. Do what you think is best.”

He said.

He had been like this all night.

Calm and rational, as always, smart, with no emotional waves.

It was as if their previous conversation was all trivial.

Sophie didn’t know what she was thinking. She just knew she didn’t bring up any more topics, her thoughts a bit scattered, not knowing what she was thinking, and in the end, she came to no conclusion.

This walk, which had seemed so long, felt empty, like swallowing a bunch of air.

It seemed meaningless… like she was a soulless zombie, numbly accompanying this handsome boy to the end.

Maybe… it was a kind of repression.

Maybe it was her own doing.

She knew her lack of honesty and habitual denial weren’t behaviors a friend should have, but it was hard to change… she thought he would always understand.

But now it seemed people had limits, patience had limits, and no one would endlessly tolerate your bad habits.

“Alright, this is it. Get some rest.”

At the familiar spot in front of her apartment complex, it felt like the end of a race.

Sophie felt like she had something stuck in her throat. Looking at Sam’s smiling face, which seemed completely normal, she felt that if she didn’t say something, she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

It was this calmness that made her uneasy.

“Sam.”

She looked up at him, the cold wind lifting her hair.

“Hmm? What’s up?”

Sam looked at her calmly, still with that mask-like expression.

As if he couldn’t feel any hurt.

She turned her face away, embarrassed.

“I… I know I have some bad habits… I always say annoying things.”

Sam smiled.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think that. Really, it’s fine. If you’re talking about the club, I can tell you I don’t see your choices as a betrayal. Those are your choices, and I have no reason to interfere. Whatever you choose, we’re still friends.”

“But…”

Sophie felt that wasn’t what she wanted to say. She tried to do something she wasn’t good at, which was explaining her thoughts clearly.

She had never explained anything to anyone.

Because she thought it wasn’t necessary, always taking things for granted, always thinking if someone understood her, they were smart. If they didn’t understand and disliked her, she didn’t care. She thought it was fate that they weren’t meant to be.

“Don’t overthink it. Go rest. Goodnight.”

“…”

Sophie didn’t say anything, just watched the boy turn and walk away, heading into the darkness.

It seemed like the first time there was such a silent moment.

She had gotten used to his jokes, always having something to talk about.

Even always giving her unexpected emotional waves at the end of their time together.

She thought she hated it then.

But now she realized the huge sense of loss.

Was it her unchanging attitude that disappointed him?

Or had his patience with her reached its limit?

There’s a saying that seems very true: when you keep trying at something with no result and don’t know when to stop, it’s not persistence but foolishness.

He was never foolish, right?

So had she hurt him? She had never thought this way before, but now it was a real thought in her mind.

She lowered her head, entered the elevator, went upstairs, returned home, and sat on the sofa, hugging her knees.

Burying her face in her legs.

“But… I told him I was like this, didn’t I? If he can’t stand it… is it my fault?”

Sam returned home and took a shower.

He didn’t feel any emotional waves. He realized Sophie had something to say at the end, but he wasn’t interested in hearing it then.

It wasn’t that he was disappointed in Sophie, but he knew she wouldn’t say anything meaningful, and it would still require his guessing and probing.

It was a bit too tiring.

He was already exhausted today.

So he let it go for now.

The key thing was what Isabella had said to him.

It seemed like everything about the club was his and her effort, while the other two girls were more passive.

So maybe they really didn’t care about the club.

If, after Isabella left, he still had to keep making efforts to maintain the club, then maybe the club didn’t need to exist.

It would be in name only.

Losing its original meaning.

So let them choose for themselves. This time, he wouldn’t make any effort.

Would he be disappointed? Maybe a little, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t force others to do what he wanted just because of his hopes. If they didn’t do it, it wasn’t a betrayal.

It wasn’t reasonable.

No one was obligated to fulfill his hopes.

So, let it be.

He thought this as he got into bed, ready to sleep.

But then his phone lit up.

It was a call.

From Sophie.

This surprised Sam.

It seemed like the first time Sophie had called him, not even a text.

He hesitated but answered the call.

“Hello.”

“Sam, are you mad at me?”

Her voice was muffled.

Like when you have a cold, and your nose is blocked.

It was a voice that could soften anyone’s heart.

The boy, lying in bed, sat up, opened the curtains, and let the cold moonlight spill onto his bed like flowing water.

“No, why would you think that?”

“Then why didn’t you talk at the end?” she asked.

Sam smiled.

“I said goodnight, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I mean… I mean… when we were walking, why did you stop talking after that topic?”

She sounded a bit aggrieved.

Sam felt puzzled. What was going on?

Sophie seemed more sensitive than he thought…

Was his behavior really that strange?

Sam thought for a moment.

“Nothing much, don’t overthink it. I just thought a quiet walk was nice too…”

“Liar,” she said softly.

“Really.”

“Then… were you serious?”

“Which part?”

“When you said you wanted to give me a gift and wanted to know what I’d give you… something like that…”

Sophie’s voice grew softer as she spoke, like a secret agent afraid even an ant could hear her.

But Sam heard it clearly.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Why so cute?

Was she unable to say this face-to-face, so she called to confirm?

“That part~”

Sam deliberately dragged out the words but didn’t answer directly.

He could hear her breathing quicken on the other end.

“Say it… was it true!”

“See, you’re getting anxious again.”

“I’m not anxious!!”

“Hahaha… alright, I won’t tease you. I was serious, but I also said I respect your choices. So don’t feel pressured. Don’t force yourself because of what I want. There’s no need. So relax, I’m not mad, and I’m not disappointed. Our relationship hasn’t changed.”

“Then… what is our relationship?”

“What do you think?”

“I… I shouldn’t have called you!”

“But you did, didn’t you? I’m pleasantly surprised you called.”

“What’s so surprising about that…”

“At least I know you care about my feelings too.”

“…”

Suddenly, there was silence, but he could hear her slightly rapid breathing.

Sam didn’t say anything, just looked at the clear, cold moonlight outside, his eyes calm and distant.

“Nothing, I’ll rest now. Oh, and…”

“Hmm?”

“Goodnight…”

The goodnight was soft.

Like a cat quietly climbing onto your bed and falling asleep in your arms.

The call ended.

Sam put down his phone, smiling.

“Is this what they call a windfall?”

In another room.

A girl, clutching her phone, hid under her blanket as if escaping.

Her cheeks were red.

In the darkness, her wide, watery eyes sparkled.

Then she fell into a dilemma.

“What gift can I give Sam?”