That aloof face, making childish and adorable gestures, was surprisingly consistent.

Ying Qian was amused. "Chen Wenzhi, has no one ever told you that you're childish?"

He turned his face away, his indifferent tone accompanied by a wronged expression, "No, except for you."

Ying Qian smiled wryly, recalling the time when they had just met. At that time, Chen Wenzhi rarely smiled and spoke very little; he was extremely sparing with words.

Now, Chen Wenzhi is not only a chatterbox, but also a childish idiot.

People who are slow to warm up are actually quite nice.

At least, Ying Qian thought Chen Wenzhi was a good person.

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Ying Qian never expected that the time spent receiving intravenous fluids would pass so happily.

All of this is probably thanks to Chen Wenzhi's sudden intrusion, just like his sudden intrusion into Ying Qian's life.

The sky, which had been somewhat orange-red, turned completely dark gray, and the streetlights of the entire city lit up in an instant, with the evening breeze carrying the earthy smell.

Ying Qian was startled by the streetlight.

Chen Wenzhi chuckled to himself, then spoke with a serious expression: "Where are we going for dinner tonight?"

"Let's just eat instant noodles at the convenience store." Ying Qian clicked her tongue a few times. She wasn't really familiar with this place, and all she knew was the convenience store next to the school.

Hearing such a casual reply, Chen Wenzhi frowned. "It's my treat."

"No." Ying Qian knew he must have misunderstood. "It's not that I don't have money, I just really don't know what good food is around here."

The two walked in silence for a while.

“Then come home with me, and I’ll tell my mom,” he suddenly said.

Ying Qian tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze with utmost sincerity.

In a dazzling, unfamiliar city, a well-intentioned invitation is hard to refuse.

However, Ying Qian still shook her head, "I'm not used to it, I don't want to cause you any trouble." Her voice gradually weakened.

Chen Wenzhi chuckled softly, softened his voice, and looked into her eyes as if comforting a child, "My dad is away on a business trip recently, so there's one less person at home for meals. My mom keeps telling me to bring my classmates home for dinner."

"So you've brought classmates home for dinner before?" Ying Qian asked curiously, but she still didn't answer.

Chen Wenzhi pondered for a moment, "Yes, Ren Yi came," he paused slightly, his smile widening, "but you should be the first girl."

"ah……"

"Then I'd better not go, so as not to make your mother misunderstand." Ying Qian waved her hands repeatedly in refusal.

In the sudden gusts of wind, Ying Qian's eyes turned red, and the tip of her nose was also red; she looked like a pitiful rabbit.

They found a bench by the roadside and sat down.

Ying Qian stared blankly at the brightly lit skyscrapers in the distance. The roads were completely jammed with traffic, and the honking of car horns was deafening.

Chen Wenzhi's slightly bent fingers touched the back of her hand intentionally or unintentionally. He glanced at Ying Qian and said, "You're still not dressed warmly enough. Your hands are so cold."

"I'm not cold." Her face stung from the wind, but she still retorted.

"I don't believe you." He twitched the corner of his mouth and said regretfully, "If I had known, I would have only worn a coat today, and I could have covered you up a bit. No wonder you got sick."

"You still need to take good care of your health; health is the foundation of everything."

It was rare for her to receive such care, and she never expected Chen Wenzhi to suddenly speak such a long passage.

She blinked her eyes, patted Chen Wenzhi on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "It's been a long time since anyone has talked to me like this."

She showed no complicated emotions; her eyes remained clear and bright.

Chen Wenzhi could still see through her. He could catch the flaw in her feigned relaxed expression and seize the fleeting sense of loneliness in her eyes, deeply etching her image into his mind.

She wore a light blue, thin sweatshirt and straight-leg jeans, which were probably drafty when she walked.

She wasn't short for a girl, but the way she shivered in the wind made her look incredibly weak and pitiful.

"Why don't you come home with me for dinner?" Chen Wenzhi asked. "It's just dinner."

Ying Qian shrank her neck, which was already considered an agreement. "Your mom isn't fierce, is she?"

Chen Wenzhi laughed out loud, looked up and thought for a while, then described, "My mom is very easygoing, just like my dad said, she has an interesting soul."

"Really?" Her guard was lowered considerably.

The warm yellow streetlights cast slanted shadows on the ground. The city's dazzling light obscured the moonlight.

However, it could never overshadow the boy's brilliance.

It doesn't feel like night anymore; it feels like another day.

On the way, the two chatted casually, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Ying Qian suddenly felt that this was quite wonderful.

Chen Wenzhi's family lives in Building 6. According to him, they bought a floor with a small backyard because his grandmother used to live with them.

The small backyard is planted with many flowers, and there is a large parasol in the middle.

“When my mom has nothing to do, she reads books and drinks tea here,” Chen Wenzhi said, leading her around to the other side and knocking on the door from the stairwell.

The door opened very quickly.

Ying Qian stood behind and only saw Chen Wenzhi being suddenly pulled over and hugged.

He looked utterly hopeless.

Ying Qian couldn't help but laugh out loud, curiously looking at the woman who was hugging Chen Wenzhi.

She used a "pen," a ballpoint pen, to tie her hair up, and Ying Qian's eyes widened.

Surprised, the woman finally noticed the unassuming girl.

She released Chen Wenzhi. "Is this your classmate?" She looked her over for a moment. "I didn't see this girl in your class's group photo last year."

Her smile suddenly turned ambiguous, and she raised her voice to ask, "What? Not a classmate yet?"

Chen Wenzhi's ears immediately turned bright red, and he said blankly, "She is Ying Qian. I should have mentioned her to you before."

Upon hearing this, the woman seemed to understand perfectly, but a hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

She warmly pulled Ying Qian to sit on the sofa and pushed the TV remote to her, saying, "Watch TV first! Auntie will go cook! Enjoy Auntie's cooking today!"

Ying Qian stared at the woman's busy back, and gradually, her vision blurred.

Chen Wenzhi sat down to one side, her emotions clearly fluctuating. "Are you missing your mother?"

He only realized after asking the question that Ying Qian might not have been so upset.

Large tears slid down her cheeks, her expression unchanged, but the tears flowed uncontrollably.

Chen Wenzhi felt a pang of sadness. He grabbed a few tissues and gently and patiently wiped away her tears, patting her back occasionally to comfort her.

He knelt on one knee to one side, clutching a tissue soaked with tears in his hand, as if he were taking care of a delicate porcelain doll, not daring to make any big movements for fear of breaking her.

Ying Qian stared blankly at the boy so close to her, her eyes glazed over. His breath brushed against her nose, and though she made no move, his cold gaze visibly softened.

She pursed her lips, leaned forward slightly, and gave him a hug that was both close and distant.

Chen Wenzhi heard it.

Ying Qian said in a voice barely audible, "Thank you."

Then, I let go, and everything was as usual.