Chapter 83

Under the night sky, Los Angeles was once again adorned with the dazzling city lights, making it look like a city from a fairy tale.

But in some part of this city, there was a girl who had no heart to appreciate these sights, her heart filled with resentment and melancholy.

With just five minutes left before boarding, Yang Weiwei had just finished a phone call with her mother back in China, telling her that she was about to board the plane and return home.

Her mother, as always, was nagging, telling her to be careful, to wear more clothes as it was cold in China, and to call home once she arrived, and that someone would come to pick her up.

Although her mother was nagging, this nagging was filled with deep concern and worry.

The girl, who had been living abroad for a few years, could now understand her mother's nagging.

She felt a bit warm inside, but the resentment and melancholy still blocked her heart.

After ending the call with her mother, Yang Weiwei pressed the end button but did not turn off her phone. Instead, she turned on the wireless network and logged into her Twitter account.

Yang Weiwei did not have many close friends on Twitter, and most of them were Chinese students studying in the United States, like herself.

Among them, of course, was a newly added friend, Kim Hyun-tae.

At the health center, she had not had the courage to confess her feelings, and Yang Weiwei felt a bit resentful about it.

She was about to leave the United States, and who knew if she would ever have the chance to meet again.

Even if they could stay in touch through Twitter or QQ, she felt that some things were simply impossible to pursue over such a long distance.

After much thought, the reluctant Yang Weiwei decided that she should at least express her feelings to Kim Hyun-tae.

No matter what the outcome, she wanted Kim Hyun-tae to know her heart.

The shy Chinese girl, after a fierce internal struggle, finally mustered the courage to send a private message to Kim Hyun-tae on Twitter.

In this timeline, Twitter had a feature that allowed users to send private messages, which only the intended recipient could see.

So, even if you sent some personal photos to someone, you didn't have to worry about strangers seeing them.

This feature was more practical than the Twitter in another timeline.

"William, I have so much to say to you as I am about to leave, but all my words can only be summed up in one sentence: I like you. Please don't laugh at me. I gathered all my courage to send you this message. I don't want to regret it... Yang Weiwei."

After sending the message, the boarding gate opened, and passengers began to prepare to board. Yang Weiwei turned off her phone and put it in her pocket, packed her luggage, and joined the queue. Her journey home had begun.

Her mood was very complex. She wanted to turn on her phone to see if Kim Hyun-tae had replied, but she was also afraid of the reply being what she most feared.

Therefore, the girl decided to be a ostrich and bury her head in the sand, turning off her phone and not checking it.

At least, she didn't want to turn it on before she got home.

Farewell, Los Angeles.

Farewell, that boy.

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At this moment, Kim Hyun-tae was already in bed, watching the nightly news.

He wasn't asleep yet, but Annie had already taken her sleepy daughter to bed.

Kim Hyun-tae was staying in a super large suite at the recovery center, which had four bedrooms each over 50 square meters, two small rooms over 20 square meters, a 200-square-meter private gym, a large living room, and even a private kitchen.

Needless to say, this was rented by Annie, using Dave as an excuse, but actually paying for it herself.

Lying in bed, watching the news on the large LCD TV across from him, Kim Hyun-tae heard his phone ring, placed on the bedside table. He turned over and picked it up to check.

Hmm, it's a Twitter message.

Kim Hyun-tae was puzzled. Who would send him a Twitter message so late at night?

Although his fan base on Twitter had exploded after the media coverage, reaching 30 million followers,

Kim Hyun-tae had set his account to not notify him of messages from strangers to avoid harassment.

So, if there was a notification, it must be from a mutual friend on Twitter.

Omar? Vincent? Or Dave? Or... Yang Weiwei?

Kim Hyun-tae didn't have many mutual friends on Twitter, and he could count them on one hand.

Although he had a large number of followers, to him, they were all strangers, and there was no need to mutually follow them.

Since it was a message from a friend, he might as well check it. Maybe it was something important.

With that thought, Kim Hyun-tae opened the Twitter page and entered his home page.

Oh, it's a private message.

After entering his home page, Kim Hyun-tae immediately saw that it was a private message from Yang Weiwei. This made him recall what Annie had teased him about earlier in the day.

No way?

Does Yang Weiwei really have feelings for me?

At this thought, Kim Hyun-tae's expression became serious.

He clicked and opened the message.

Kim Hyun-tae read it carefully and seriously.

After a long time, he finished reading the private message from Yang Weiwei, and his expression turned somewhat bitter.

Sigh, what you fear will come to pass.

This was the first thought that flashed through Kim Hyun-tae's mind after reading the message.

In the message, Yang Weiwei clearly stated that she liked him.

If he were a boy of her age, he would probably be overjoyed.

But the problem was that Kim Hyun-tae was not a teenager in the true sense.

He always thought of himself as a man in his thirties, almost forty.

Now, being liked by a 167-year-old girl, how could he be happy about it?

Well, a pervert might be happy, but Kim Hyun-tae was not a pervert.

Now he felt a bit troubled.

Because he didn't know how to respond to Yang Weiwei's confession.

He could simply ignore it and let it go, but that seemed a bit irresponsible. If it gave Yang Weiwei the wrong impression that he hadn't rejected her, that would be bad.

But how to respond also needed careful consideration.

He had to be careful not to hurt the girl's self-esteem, but also not to give her any false hope.

Because of these considerations, Kim Hyun-tae was now a bit troubled.

As a man with the mindset of a man in his thirties, it was normal for him to have such thoughts. If he hadn't become young again, the age difference between him and Yang Weiwei would be 20 years.

Basically, Yang Weiwei could call him uncle.

So, it was impossible for Kim Hyun-tae to have any feelings for a girl who could call him uncle.

At least, that's what Kim Hyun-tae thought.

If he were the protagonist of one of those web novels he read in his past life, he might not have this trouble. He would just accept everyone, how simple...

But this was reality, not a web novel story.

Kim Hyun-tae was an ordinary person. He wouldn't call himself a good person, but he was a kind person, and he knew that some things could be done, but others could not.

At least, in the matter of Yang Weiwei's confession, he needed to take a cautious and correct attitude.

After much thought, Kim Hyun-tae picked up his phone and typed out a reply to Yang Weiwei.

"I am honored to have your favor. After all, which boy doesn't want a girl to like him? I am the same, so I am very happy. Thank you.

But I really don't have any feelings for you. I'm sorry, please forgive my bluntness. I don't want to give you the wrong impression due to my poor choice of words. That would be irresponsible to both of us. I wish you a safe journey. William Kim."

After typing these words on his phone, Kim Hyun-tae did not send them immediately.

He felt a bit cruel.

But after much thought, he couldn't think of a better way to handle the situation, and doing this was not bad for Yang Weiwei.

It was better to be direct than to give the girl false hope with vague hints.

This way, the situation wouldn't become a melodrama.

So, as a man, Kim Hyun-tae needed to clearly express his attitude and convey it accurately to the girl without giving her any romantic illusions. This was the wisest choice.

He checked the message again, making sure the wording was appropriate, wouldn't hurt the girl's self-esteem, and didn't contain any misleading words. He had expressed everything he needed to.

Well, that's it.

"I'm sorry, you're a good girl, but there's no possibility between us."

Kim Hyun-tae said a silent apology in his heart and then pressed the send button.

At this moment, the flight Yang Weiwei was on had already taken off. The girl, with her phone turned off, did not see the reply. Perhaps this was a fortunate thing, as she didn't have to be so sad right now.

But when the girl returned to China and turned on her phone to see Kim Hyun-tae's reply, it was uncertain how she would react.

Could the fragile heart of a girl withstand this result?

This was clearly something beyond Kim Hyun-tae's control.

Kim Hyun-tae was not a person who thought with his lower half. His moral values were normal, so the choice he made in response to Yang Weiwei's confession was the right one.

After sending the message, Kim Hyun-tae did not immediately log out of Twitter. Instead, he lay in bed, lost in thought.

In the end, he believed that the girl's feelings were due to his act of standing in front of the gun during the crisis, and she was just grateful to him.

The girl was too young and didn't understand her true feelings, so she mistakenly thought she liked him.

This wasn't real liking, just a false impression brought by gratitude.

Thinking about this, Kim Hyun-tae couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Fortunately, he had already expressed his attitude to Yang Weiwei, and he believed that she would no longer have any feelings for him.

Lying in bed, Kim Hyun-tae looked up at the ceiling and muttered to himself.

"Wife, I rejected a girl who confessed to me. Shouldn't you reward me?"

Muttering these playful words, his eyes misted over.

Kim Hyun-tae thought of his deceased wife...

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