Chapter 336 You’ll Fall Like This! Come Closer to Me

Yun Zheng's wrist was hurt by Fu Linghe's grip, and she stared blankly at the man in front of her who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The 17-year-old boy was not good at hiding his emotions, and his eyes were fiery and flustered as he looked at Yun Zheng.

Fu Linghe's fingertips trembled slightly on her wrist, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear if he let go.

"At the intersection across from Beijing No. 1 Middle School..." Fu Linghe's voice was low and anxious, as if he was afraid she would leave again. "It was raining that morning, and the car I was riding in was hit by a truck."

Car accident, oil-leaking car, these keywords were like a key that suddenly opened Yun Zheng's long-forgotten memories.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and her lips trembled slightly. "It seems to be the case..."

It was a rainy morning in her freshman year of high school.

She was about to enter the school with an umbrella when she suddenly heard a loud noise.

Across the street, a black car was hit in the middle by an out-of-control truck. The car's door was completely deformed, white smoke was coming out of the front of the car, and gasoline was leaking from the chassis, winding into a small stream on the ground.

"I saw the car was leaking oil and was afraid it would explode..." Yun Zheng's voice was as light as a feather, and fragments of memory gradually became clearer. "So I used a fire hammer on the side of the road to smash open the car door..."

Fu Linghe's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes! That's right! My face was covered in blood, but I remember your face, your voice, and every word you said when you dragged me out."

Yun Zheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

She did save a boy, but the situation was urgent and his face was covered in blood, so she couldn't see his face at all.

After the ambulance arrived, she left quietly without even knowing who she had saved.

The only thing we can tell from the school uniform he was wearing is that he and she were from the same school, that's all!

"I... I didn't know it was you." She murmured, her eyes moistening again. "What a coincidence..."

She didn't know that the bond between the two of them started from that time.

Fu Linghe slowly released her wrist and gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's not a coincidence." His voice was low and firm. "It's destiny."

Yun Zheng's heart felt like it was being gently brushed by a feather.

This Fu Linghe who would blush and stutter was completely different from the man who was at ease in her memory.

The beeping sound of the monitor suddenly became rapid.

Fu Linghe then realized that he was still holding the other person's hand, and when he hurriedly let go, he almost touched the IV tube.

His helpless look made Yun Zheng think of a frightened deer. He wanted to get closer but was afraid of offending the other person.

"I'm sleepy." He suddenly spoke in a muffled voice, his eyes constantly glancing at Yun Zheng's face, "Can you stay here with me?"

Yun Zheng almost laughed out loud at the poor excuse of 17-year-old Fu Linghe. His eyes were so bright that they could reflect the entire galaxy. How could he be sleepy at all?

When Yun Zheng finally lay down on the other side of the bed, she could clearly hear the disordered breathing of the person behind her.

Fu Linghe was as stiff as a board, and he was very careful even when turning over, for fear of disturbing her.

But when Yun Zheng curled up on the edge of the bed with her back to him, she heard rustling noises behind her.

"You'll fall like this." His voice was close, with undisguised worry.

Yun Zheng could feel a warm breath brushing against the back of her neck, and then he quickly moved away, as if afraid of offending her.

The hand that rested on her waist first touched her lightly, then immediately retracted as if it had been electrocuted. After a few seconds of pausing, it carefully came close again.

His fingertips were trembling with nervousness, and even his palms were sweating, but he stubbornly refused to move away.

"I... I can't move my right hand," he stammered, his voice trailing off. "Just... leave it like this... okay?"

Yun Zheng's lips curled quietly in the darkness. This boy, who even needed an excuse to hug her, overlapped with the man who would always hold her in his arms in the future.

When Yun Zheng finally fell into a light sleep, she vaguely felt the man behind her holding his breath and moving closer little by little at an extremely slow pace.

His movements were as cautious as if he were defusing a time bomb, pausing for a moment with each slight rise and fall of the mattress.

It wasn't until her back finally touched a warm chest that she heard a sigh of relief.

The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, outlining his tense figure.

Fu Linghe stared at Yun Zheng's hair scattered on the pillow, his Adam's apple rolling.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her head, and even breathed softly, for fear of disturbing the sleep of the person in his arms.

When Yun Zheng turned over unconsciously, the man's whole body stiffened and his arm muscles tensed instantly.

But the moment her cheek touched his chest, all the tension turned into gentle waves in her eyes.

He tentatively closed his arms, and after hearing Yun Zheng's comfortable moans, a joyful smile appeared in the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Fu Linghe..." The murmur in his sleep made the young man's heart skip a beat.

He looked down at the defenseless sleeping face in his arms, his fingertips hovering above her cheek, hesitant to let go.

In the end, he just gently rubbed her hair with the tip of his nose, like a child who had found a treasure but was afraid of breaking it. Even the hug was done with pious caution.

Fu Linghe stared at Yun Zheng who was sleeping in his arms, with indescribable emotions surging in his chest.

The moonlight outlined her quiet eyebrows and eyes, and her eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes. There was a faint smile at the corner of Yun Zheng's mouth.

He suddenly felt his chest tighten, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

He must remember everything!

This thought didn't come suddenly but was extremely strong.

The seventeen-year-old boy didn't understand what unforgettable meant, but he knew that he couldn't just forget any fragment of her.

He wants to retrieve those fragments of memory buried by time and those bits and pieces of their shared experiences.

Yun Zheng unconsciously rubbed against his arms in her sleep, her hair brushing across his chin, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

Fu Linghe held his breath, afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

He carefully placed his left arm around her shoulders, his fingertips lightly tracing the pattern of her pajamas.

Something is stirring deep in my memory, but I just can't remember it.

He closed his eyes and frowned unconsciously.

Those fragments of memory are like dandelions blown away by the wind. They are right in front of me, but I can't catch them.

Fu Linghe's breathing became rapid and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Hmm~~" Yun Zheng hummed softly in her sleep, as if she could sense his uneasiness.

She subconsciously raised her hands to hug him, patting his back lightly from time to time.