It was winter, and she was dressed very thickly, which made climbing the wall a little inconvenient.

That day, as she was struggling to climb the wall, she heard the voice of the head of the teaching department not far away.

The head of student affairs caught several students skipping class and was loudly criticizing them, demanding that they write self-criticisms.

He must read his self-criticism aloud in front of the entire school during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday.

She, who had always maintained a good student image, was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

She was extremely anxious to climb up, but the more anxious she was, the less she could get through.

Later, someone held her feet with their hands and then placed them on their shoulders.

With a foothold, things became much easier, and Wen Yixing quickly climbed over.

After she landed safely and breathed a sigh of relief, she realized that she had forgotten to look back and see who the person she had stepped on was.

By then, she had climbed over the wall and could only see the wall itself, not the people on the other side.

Just as Wen Yixing was immersed in her memories, Shen Jingshao leaned over and touched her fingers with his fingertips.

Because he had just washed his hands, Shen Jingshao's fingertips were still slightly cool.

Wen Yixing glanced down at his hand, then looked up at him. Shen Jingshao moved closer and said, "I took off my coat, and the clothes underneath are clean."

"Huh?" Wen Yixing didn't understand what he wanted to say for a moment.

Shen Jingshao looked into her eyes: "Can I hug you?"

The topic changed a bit too quickly, and Wen Yixing was a little caught off guard.

Shen Jingshao had already embraced her.

Wen Yixing stood still, letting him hug her.

"I went to the hospital to see Fang Shiyan today."

Wen Yixing heard Shen Jingshao's voice coming from above. After a few minutes of silence, Wen Yixing finally spoke: "How is his health?"

Shen Jingshao chuckled and said, "He's not dead yet."

"......"

Not long after, Wen Yixing heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She nudged Shen Jingshao, who obediently let go of her.

Wen Yixing looked towards the kitchen: "There are vegetables in the kitchen, I'll go take a look."

Shen Jingshao: "Okay."

After agreeing, Wen Yixing walked towards the kitchen, with Shen Jingshao following closely behind her.

Seeing that Wen Yixing did not stop him, he followed her into the kitchen.

As soon as you enter, you can smell the aroma of chicken soup.

Shen Jingshao looked down at Wen Yixing as she opened the pot lid to check how the meat inside was cooking.

"Did you make this?" Shen Jingshao asked.

“Hmm,” Wen Yixing said, “I don’t cook often, but today is Yao Yao’s birthday, so I thought I’d cook some of his favorite dishes for him.”

The golden chicken soup was bubbling and steaming in the pot. Wen Yixing scooped some out with a clean spoon, took a sip, and then put the bowl down with satisfaction. She said to Shen Jingshao, "I think it tastes pretty good. I'll get you a bowl."

Seeing her bend down to get new bowls and chopsticks, Shen Jingshao grabbed her wrist.

Wen Yixing looked up at him, puzzled, and heard him say, "It's okay, I'll drink what you leave behind."

There wasn't much soup served to begin with, and Shen Jingshao finished off the rest of Wen Yixing's chicken soup in just two gulps.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Jingshao glanced down at the time and said softly, "It's getting late, I should go."

Wen Yixing paused, turned to look at him, and the inner turmoil began again. She gripped the spoon tightly in her hand, unable to bring herself to say the words of asking him to stay for dinner.

Shen Jingshao could see her struggle and hesitation. He reached out and touched her back, comforting her, "I think you haven't told the child about me yet. It's okay, we can take it slowly."

"Wait until you're ready before we talk about it. You don't need to push yourself like this."

Wen Yixing's eyes were slightly red, but Shen Jingshao's words did soothe her.

He always seemed to understand her well and knew how to comfort her.

Shen Jingshao picked up his coat and toolbox, put on his hat and mask, and walked to the door.

Wen Yixing came over to see him off. After opening the door, the two of them stood at the door for a while.

Shen Jingshao couldn't resist, so he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

Wen Yixing took two steps forward in her slippers and bumped into his arms.

His embrace was always warm and reassuring.

He soothed the slight anxiety in Wen Yixing's heart. She raised her hand, gently hugged his waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

Wen Yixing was a little dazed. She vaguely heard Shen Jingshao say to her, "Don't blame yourself. You can do whatever you want. It's not your fault."

Footsteps and children's voices could be heard in the hallway.

Wen Yixing snapped out of her daze; she could recognize her son's voice.

My son is back.

Wen Yixing looked up at Shen Jingshao, who had already released her by then.

Shen Jingshao looked down at her and said, "I'm leaving."

Wen Yixing: "Okay, drive carefully."

The footsteps grew closer; the people downstairs had probably already reached the second floor.

Shen Jingshao didn't turn around. He suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her lips through her mask.

Wen Yixing, whose attention was focused on the commotion downstairs, was taken aback when he kissed her, and stood there slightly stunned.

Perhaps it was because her expression was too adorable, Shen Jingshao couldn't help but pat her head, "You're really leaving."

Just as she turned around, Wen Yixing reached out and grabbed his hand. She held on tightly with a bit of force.

As if she had made up her mind, Wen Yixing looked at him and slowly said, "Shen Jingshao, stay and eat with us."

..............

Fang Jingyao's trip to pick up Ye Suidong went much more smoothly than he had imagined. When he arrived, Ye Suidong was already waiting at the intersection.

They met up smoothly, and later they ran into Shengxia downstairs, so the group of them came up together in a lively atmosphere.

As they walked, Sheng Xia, who was ahead, stopped and looked at Fang Jingyao with a strange expression: "Your father isn't coming today, is he?"

Fang Jingyao's initial excitement instantly cooled down. "No way, he probably won't come."

But Fang Jingyao was also a little unsure, since Fang Shiyan had indeed celebrated his birthday in the past.

Shengxia glanced at it again and muttered, "No, it doesn't look like it."

Wen Yichen asked from behind, "What's wrong?"

While the group was talking quietly, they climbed a few more steps, and then Fang Jingyao could see clearly.

A tall man was standing next to her mother.

It wasn't Fang Shiyan, but he looked somewhat familiar.

Somewhat incredulous, Fang Jingyao took another look.

This time he saw it clearly.

Just then, Sheng Xia whispered in confusion, "Who is this? He looks kind of familiar."