"So, did you genuinely want to apologize, or were you just scared into tears? Hahaha..."

Ying Qian's laughter was too unrestrained.

Chen Wenzhi covered his mouth with his hand, his sweaty palms mingling with tears, all of which landed on Ying Qian's lips. She frowned, pushed him away, and then spat, "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."

“There are elderly people all around.” Chen Wenzhi suddenly remembered.

Upon being reminded, Ying Qian exclaimed "Oh!" and then grabbed his hand and ran towards the light.

The city's streetlights are all a warm yellow.

When she was enveloped in light, Ying Qian finally understood what "a sense of security" meant. She pressed down on Chen Wenzhi, who was trying to escape, and he quickly turned his face away.

Ying Qian immediately reached out and turned his face back.

His eyes were unusually red, his entire face was tinged with a thin blush, his double eyelids were slightly swollen, his lips were pursed, and the angular features of his face were even more defined.

He's lost weight recently.

He saw Ying Qian with a stern face, her eyes suddenly filled with tears again.

"What, what, what are you doing?" Her brows furrowed even deeper, and she poked his Adam's apple, which bobbed on his neck with amusement. "You weren't going for the aloof and cold look, so why have you turned into a little crybaby..."

Chen Wenzhi stood obediently, sniffed, and lowered his eyes, waiting for Ying Qian to continue. His well-behaved appearance was becoming more and more adorable. If she didn't have a phone, Ying Qian would definitely take a picture of him! And use it as an embarrassing moment in her life!

"Who exactly told you I was angry?!" She held up four fingers, staring sincerely into his deep eyes. "I swear! I really wasn't angry with you today!"

"Hmm...good," he said. "It's good that you're not angry..."

Ying Qian took his hand, their fingers intertwined, "Let's go! Let's go home!"

He pulled even tighter, as if afraid Ying Qian would abandon him.

Never.

Although he didn't hear those words from her directly, Chen Wenzhi's subconscious was telling him every moment he spent with her: Ying Qian would never abandon me.

When they got home, Ying Qian gently patted his head reassuringly and said, "I'm not that petty, and besides, no matter how I think about it, this shouldn't be your fault..."

She paused for a moment, then said, "No, we're not wrong! You're so smart, how could you not understand something so simple?"

“Trust me,” she said, standing on tiptoe, in Chen Wenzhi’s ear.

The words fell.

Chen Wenzhi's voice was deep, with a slight gritty quality, "I'm terrified you'll break up with me, so terrified. You don't know how panicked I was when I heard Gu Xinan say you hate me..."

"Gu Xinan?" Ying Qian narrowed her eyes. "You believe him?"

"You can trust anyone, but please don't trust Gu Xinan." This was Ying Qian's advice to Chen Wenzhi.

She went home with a dark expression.

What exactly is Gu Xinan trying to do?