They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 118: Chapter 118
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A shadow moved in front of the teacher’s desk, holding a book as he walked away.
I turned my head, and the glaring sunlight filtered in, outlining a delicate profile, blurred and indistinct.
The noise around me seemed distant.
The curtain was suddenly pulled up by a large hand, and the slender figure became clearer.
Cody supported his chin with one hand, his dark eyes full of confusion.
"You fell asleep during class?" he asked.
The scene in front of me was exactly the same as our high school days.
Even Cody’s face had a touch of youthful innocence.
He tapped his pen on the desk. "What’s with the daydreaming? The teacher glanced at you several times. Luckily, I blocked you with the book."
"Hey, don’t you want to go to the same university as me?"
At Lanchester High School, our grades were among the best, so it was a given that we planned to attend the same university.
Following this path, we naturally married and had children. I gave up further study, and he kept his love hidden deep in his heart.
But this time, I would walk toward a future without him, a broader and more distant road.
Seeing my silence, Cody stretched out his hand, trying to touch my forehead. "What’s wrong? Are you sick?"
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because I swiftly dodged his touch, looking at him with a strange, odd expression.
"Hey, we’re not that close, are we?" I coldly pulled away.
Cody stood frozen, frowning in confusion, and then casually said, "Alright, don’t be angry. Is it because my mom threw away the milk you gave me? I’m sorry on her behalf. She was in a bad mood that day."
I’ve liked living across from Cody since I was a child. This is no secret.
But Cody's mother treated this as a topic for gossip. Not only did she like to use it to prove her son's charm, but she also constantly belittled me, both in public and behind my back.
Even when I tried to be nice to her, she always held herself in a superior manner.
Not long ago, she threw away the milk I had given her right in front of me, mocking it as "worthless stuff."
"Is that so? Then I won’t accept it," I glanced at her and said flatly.
Cody was momentarily stunned. Before he could respond, his gaze was unintentionally drawn to the figure outside the window.
Following his gaze, I finally caught sight of that graceful figure—Lena.
Her petite body was hidden under an oversized school uniform. Her skin was fair and smooth, with a bit of baby fat on her cheeks. She had a delicate, small nose and a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes.
To be fair, she had the kind of appearance that easily triggered a protective instinct.
In my past life, she had hesitated outside the window like this, but she had repeatedly missed the opportunity. Not only did this become a lifelong regret for them both, but it also trapped me in a difficult situation for the rest of my life.
But this time, I decided to help them.
"Hey, do you want me to help you chase her?" I turned my face and looked at Cody indifferently.
"Annabell, what are you talking about?" Cody furrowed his brow and quickly looked at me.
He hid it well. If I ignored the wandering look in his eyes and the faint blush rising on his earlobes, I would almost have believed him.
"I’m not talking nonsense. I’m serious," I looked at Cody earnestly. "Go now, or she’ll leave once the bell rings."
Cody, seemingly embarrassed that I had easily guessed his thoughts, suddenly slammed his textbook shut.
"What do you think I am? You’re just going to push me toward someone else?"
"Don’t you know what I’m thinking?"
I turned my head, and the glaring sunlight filtered in, outlining a delicate profile, blurred and indistinct.
The noise around me seemed distant.
The curtain was suddenly pulled up by a large hand, and the slender figure became clearer.
Cody supported his chin with one hand, his dark eyes full of confusion.
"You fell asleep during class?" he asked.
The scene in front of me was exactly the same as our high school days.
Even Cody’s face had a touch of youthful innocence.
He tapped his pen on the desk. "What’s with the daydreaming? The teacher glanced at you several times. Luckily, I blocked you with the book."
"Hey, don’t you want to go to the same university as me?"
At Lanchester High School, our grades were among the best, so it was a given that we planned to attend the same university.
Following this path, we naturally married and had children. I gave up further study, and he kept his love hidden deep in his heart.
But this time, I would walk toward a future without him, a broader and more distant road.
Seeing my silence, Cody stretched out his hand, trying to touch my forehead. "What’s wrong? Are you sick?"
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because I swiftly dodged his touch, looking at him with a strange, odd expression.
"Hey, we’re not that close, are we?" I coldly pulled away.
Cody stood frozen, frowning in confusion, and then casually said, "Alright, don’t be angry. Is it because my mom threw away the milk you gave me? I’m sorry on her behalf. She was in a bad mood that day."
I’ve liked living across from Cody since I was a child. This is no secret.
But Cody's mother treated this as a topic for gossip. Not only did she like to use it to prove her son's charm, but she also constantly belittled me, both in public and behind my back.
Even when I tried to be nice to her, she always held herself in a superior manner.
Not long ago, she threw away the milk I had given her right in front of me, mocking it as "worthless stuff."
"Is that so? Then I won’t accept it," I glanced at her and said flatly.
Cody was momentarily stunned. Before he could respond, his gaze was unintentionally drawn to the figure outside the window.
Following his gaze, I finally caught sight of that graceful figure—Lena.
Her petite body was hidden under an oversized school uniform. Her skin was fair and smooth, with a bit of baby fat on her cheeks. She had a delicate, small nose and a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes.
To be fair, she had the kind of appearance that easily triggered a protective instinct.
In my past life, she had hesitated outside the window like this, but she had repeatedly missed the opportunity. Not only did this become a lifelong regret for them both, but it also trapped me in a difficult situation for the rest of my life.
But this time, I decided to help them.
"Hey, do you want me to help you chase her?" I turned my face and looked at Cody indifferently.
"Annabell, what are you talking about?" Cody furrowed his brow and quickly looked at me.
He hid it well. If I ignored the wandering look in his eyes and the faint blush rising on his earlobes, I would almost have believed him.
"I’m not talking nonsense. I’m serious," I looked at Cody earnestly. "Go now, or she’ll leave once the bell rings."
Cody, seemingly embarrassed that I had easily guessed his thoughts, suddenly slammed his textbook shut.
"What do you think I am? You’re just going to push me toward someone else?"
"Don’t you know what I’m thinking?"
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