Zhou Fansheng's words were a denial of everything between us.

It felt like my heart was bleeding, but I had to maintain a calm and composed expression on my face.

I knew Zhou Fansheng had never forgiven me.

Perhaps he would never forgive me.

When we were young, Zhou Fansheng was my neighbor, and Zhou Fanrou was his sister.

They were fraternal twins.

We grew up playing together, and Zhou Fansheng's parents liked me a lot. They often invited me to have meals at their house.

I lived with my grandmother in the town, while my parents lived in the city and only came to see me once a year. They visited even less frequently after my younger brother was born.

I vividly remember the time when I wanted to eat the pomegranates in their yard. However, I couldn't reach them because the tree was too tall. I could only look up helplessly from below.

My appearance at that moment was seen as funny and ridiculous by others.

But Zhou Fansheng never mocked me. He would even peel the pomegranates and put them in a box to give to me.

I couldn't help but like him and couldn't resist my own feelings.

At that time, Zhou Fanrou and I were in the same class. We went to school together, went home together, and had lunch together.

We got along very well, and when I first learned the term "best friend," she was the one who came to mind.

We had no secrets between us, until I developed feelings for her brother, and I had a secret of my own.

On the year we graduated from high school, I got drunk and confessed my feelings to Zhou Fansheng.

I will never forget the moonlit night.

The full moon hung high in the night sky, casting a hazy glow between me and Zhou Fansheng, like a shimmering river.

Zhou Fansheng supported me while I stared at him intently under the influence of alcohol, unable to control the love in my heart as it poured out of my mouth.

I paused and stood in front of Zhou Fansheng, saying, "Zhou Fansheng, I like you. Do you like me?"

As soon as those words left my mouth, my ears turned red, and the heat spread down to my neck.

The air seemed to stand still for two seconds, and Zhou Fansheng's voice reached my ears, saying, "I like you too."

Our eyes met, accompanied by the deafening sound of heartbeats.

What I had been longing for became a reality in that moment.

No words could express my feelings at that time.

Love is something that cannot be hidden. Even if you tightly seal your lips, it will still escape through your eyes.

Zhou Fanrou discovered the strange atmosphere between me and Zhou Fansheng in just half a month.

When she asked me about it, I instinctively chose to conceal the truth, planning to talk to Zhou Fansheng first before telling her.

However, things always happen faster than planned. One day, Zhou Fanrou caught us kissing in the bedroom.

Her eyes were filled with astonishment and shock, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Our secret was exposed, and Zhou Fanrou became the person who couldn't accept it the most.

After that day, my relationship with Zhou Fanrou took a sharp turn for the worse, and even now, I can't understand why.

On a Saturday, she asked to meet me. I thought our relationship would improve, but on that day, we had a big fight.

I can't recall the details of that day; people tend to avoid remembering the details of significant traumas.

All I remember is her shouting at me, asking why I had to be with her brother, why I had to take him away from her.

I stood frozen in place, watching her walk away, not knowing it would be our final parting.

Zhou Fanrou died 500 meters away from the school, in a car accident caused by running a red light.

Zhou Fansheng's parents wept every day, and not long after, they divorced.

A once happy and harmonious family fell apart, and Zhou Fansheng's mother developed depression, spending her days in tears.

Zhou Fansheng and Ishouldered the burden of guilt and grief together.

We leaned on each other for support, finding solace in our shared pain.

But as time passed, Zhou Fansheng's resentment towards me grew.

He blamed me for the accident, believing that if I hadn't confessed my feelings to him, his sister would still be alive.

I tried to explain that it wasn't my fault, that accidents happen, but he refused to listen.

His anger and grief consumed him, poisoning our friendship.

Eventually, Zhou Fansheng cut off all contact with me.

I was devastated. Losing Zhou Fanrou was already heartbreaking enough, and now I had lost my best friend too.

I couldn't understand how love had turned into resentment and blame.

Years passed, and we both moved on with our lives.

I heard that Zhou Fansheng became a successful businessman, while I pursued a career in literature.

But the pain of losing him and Zhou Fanrou never truly left me.

Now, as I stood in front of Zhou Fansheng after all these years, his words cut deep into my soul.

His denial of our past, his refusal to acknowledge our shared memories and experiences, shattered me.

But I couldn't let him see my pain.

I put on a brave face, hiding the tears that threatened to spill over.

Deep down, I still cared for Zhou Fansheng, despite everything.

He was a part of my past, a part of me.

And even if he couldn't forgive me, I would always carry the weight of our shared history.

As I walked away, leaving him behind, I made a silent vow to myself.

I would cherish the memories we had, but I would also learn to let go.

It was time to heal and move forward, to find happiness in my own life.

Perhaps one day, Zhou Fansheng would find it in his heart to forgive me, but until then, I would focus on forgiving myself.