Chapter 116

When it was Felix's turn, he took out a red velvet box from his bag. It felt heavy. Thinking that it was jewelry, I wanted to say no. But my speculation was proven wrong when I opened it. It was a portrait of me.

In the drawing, I was sitting on a bench, hugging the school bag on my lap. I was looking at something gleefully, and there were sparkles in my eyes.

Felix must have drawn a younger version of me watching him play basketball. Those who didn't know began chattering. They complimented Felix's drawing and said it looked exactly like a younger me.

But I was confused. What was Felix doing? He wasn't himself lately. Had he gone crazy from missing Lilac too much? I wanted us to go our separate ways, yet he kept doing things that sent me the wrong signals.

I would have been flattered to receive a portrait someone drew for me. But if it came from Felix, I found it repulsive. I used to look up to him, but he trampled on my feelings. Now that I had given up on him, he brought up our