The gate of the yard was opened, and a familiar figure came in. He ran towards the familiar figure almost instinctively.

She felt a sharp pain in her ankle, but she didn't care about it. Her mind and eyes were filled with the figure standing in the yard.

The night wind lifted the corners of her clothes and ruffled her hair, but she was unaware and just wanted to throw herself into his arms as soon as possible.

Zhou Yanjing heard footsteps, looked up and saw her running towards him with unsteady steps.

His brows immediately frowned, his face darkened, and he strode forward, put his arms around her waist, and held her steadily in his arms.

"Are you crazy? You're running so fast before your foot has healed yet!" His voice was low and stern, with a hint of blame, but more of heartache.

Shen Liwu was hugged tightly by him, with her cheek against his solid chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and she instantly calmed down.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "I just wanted to see you soon. Who told you to come so late?"

Zhou Yanjing looked down at her coquettish face, and the anger in his heart immediately dissipated.

He sighed, pinched her cheek gently with his fingers, and said in a slower tone, "Don't do this next time. What if you fall?"

"I know I was wrong." She blinked and her voice was soft, like a kitten who had made a mistake and was trying to please its owner.

Zhou Yanjing shook his head helplessly, hugged her, turned around, closed the gate, and walked straight into the house.

The light in the house was warm and soft, shining on them and creating a peaceful atmosphere. Zhou Yanjing gently placed Shen Liwu on the sofa, squatted down, and carefully examined her ankle.

He placed his palm on the bandaged ankle, pressing lightly with his fingertips, and said with a hint of nervousness, "Are you really okay? It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Shen Liwu shook his head, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, and said with a smile: "It's really okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. Why are you like an old woman, nagging about my feet every day."

Zhou Yanjing raised his head and looked straight at her. His eyes were as deep as a pool of water, as if he wanted to suck her in completely.

He didn't say anything, but just stared at her quietly, which made her feel a little uneasy.

Shen Liwu felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and reached out to poke his shoulder, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're not listening."

Shen Liwu was stunned by his sudden seriousness, then pouted and said with a little grievance: "I miss you, and I'm not allowed to miss you."

"Xu, I miss you too. I've been thinking about you all day." Zhou Yanjing's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue and deep longing.

His palm was still on her ankle, and the warmth from his fingertips was transmitted to her skin through the bandage, as if he wanted to pass on his concern and worry to her.

She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, her fingertips touching his slightly rough skin and feeling the slight stubble on his chin. His face was still resolute, but there was a hint of fatigue in the corners of his eyes. She couldn't help but feel distressed, and asked in a low voice: "Are you particularly tired today?"

Zhou Yanjing did not answer, but turned his head slightly and rubbed her palm, as if he was greedy for this gentle comfort. His eyes were still fixed on her, with a complex light flickering in them, as if he had something to say but was suppressing it in his heart.

"Oh my god..." He began, his voice a little hesitant, "I went to the police station."

Shen Liwu paused for a moment, a hint of nervousness flashed across his eyes, "What's wrong? Did you find out something?"

Zhou Yanjing nodded, his expression solemn, "Shen Jiajia...there is news."