Chapter 5 Do you want to take a shower first?

Only when she stepped into her home, saw the familiar surroundings, and smelled the familiar scents, did Yu Yan's heart finally settle down.

Shao Muyan took a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them beside her feet. Yu Yan was so surprised that she took two steps back and finally called out, "Uncle Yan, I can do it myself."

He then awkwardly explained, "I just came down from the mountain before boarding the plane, and I didn't have time to tidy up. I'm very dirty, so I won't change."

"good."

Shao Muyan noticed her embarrassment and said nothing more, "There's still food cooking in the kitchen, pour yourself some water."

"Okay," Yu Yan replied.

Shao Muyan went into the kitchen to get busy, while Yu Yan stood there for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

It was true that he was an acquaintance, but her grandparents hadn't told her that Uncle Yan was staying at their house, so she wasn't prepared at all.

It's been so long since I last saw Uncle Yan...it must have been seven years.

The last time I saw him was when she successfully applied for a combined master's and doctoral program at N University. It just so happened that Uncle Yan had a research project approved, which was a double celebration for my grandparents. The two elders were so happy that they invited a lot of people to their home to celebrate.

At that moment, Shao Muyan raised his glass to her and said with a smile, "Congratulations."

...That day was also the happiest and most unforgettable day of her first twenty-eight years of life.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel joke on her, abruptly turning her down the path of marriage.

The phone rang, snapping Yu Yan out of her reverie. It was a call for help from her junior brother, who wanted a set of data.

Yu Yan opened her suitcase, took out her laptop bag, and, afraid of getting the sofa dirty, simply sat down on the floor. She continued to talk to her junior brother on the phone while sending him data. When she smelled the aroma and looked up, Shao Muyan was carrying dishes out of the kitchen.

Yu Yan was about to get up and help, but Shao Muyan said, "It's okay, you go ahead with your work."

"Junior brother needs a set of data, it'll be ready soon." Yu Yan sat back down, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard.

Her suitcase was laid out on the ground; it didn't contain many items, but it was rather messy.

Yu Yan has carried this much stuff wherever she goes over the years, and it's all very little.

And so, without warning, the bright red divorce certificate came into Shao Muyan's view.

The divorce certificate stood out conspicuously among a pile of cluttered items; it was impossible to pretend not to see it.

Yu Yan didn't try to hide anything.

After all, the divorce was her past, not her fault.

Shao Muyan was a very tactful and well-mannered person. He glanced at her briefly and then calmly looked away, asking, "Why are you sitting on the ground? It's cold."

"I'm dirty."

After the data transfer was complete, Yu Yan closed her suitcase and put her laptop in her bag. She heard Shao Muyan's deep, warm voice with a hint of laughter in her ear: "This is your home, what are you afraid of?"

Yu Yan was taken aback by what he said, and thought to herself, "That makes sense."

She used to roll around on the sofa at her grandparents' house and no one would say anything to her.

"There's one more soup left, it'll be ready in about fifteen minutes." Shao Muyan looked at her questioningly: "Would you like to take a shower first?"

Yu Yan looked up; it was very necessary.

"Is it convenient?" Yu Yan asked.

Although this is her grandparents' house, Shao Muyan is living here now.

"Of course it's convenient. I've had the east bedroom and bathroom upstairs cleaned, so you can use them."

Shao Muyan smiled slightly. "Like I said, this is your own home, don't be so reserved, relax."

A single sentence soothed her anxious heart.

Yu Yan carried her suitcase upstairs, pushed open the door to the south-facing bedroom, which used to be her room...

The moment the door opened, Yu Yan froze.

The window was half open, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

It was midday, and the blazing sun shone on the bed, making the small floral sheets warm and cozy, exuding a warm and dry comfort.

The whole room was very clean, and there was a pink lop-eared rabbit next to the pillow. It was the one she always slept with when she was little, and it was washed very clean.

The tears I had been holding back when I entered the room finally spilled over.

My nose felt sore, like I'd stuffed a whole lemon inside.

Yu Yan went inside, hugged the lop-eared rabbit and squeezed it, then touched the words she had mischievously written on the white wall with colored pens when she was little, such as "I love my grandparents," "I'm no longer a snotty-nosed child!" and "I want to be a scientist..."

As I watched, I burst into laughter through my tears.

If you reach down further, there's a row of small characters behind the bedside table, which she secretly carved one night and hid very well.

Yu Yan had almost forgotten everything.

A moment of panic gripped her, and she quickly pushed the bedside table against the wall to cover the words.

Uncle Yan... probably didn't see it.