Chapter 49 "Celebrating Today".
He Jinzhao was completely stunned. The dizziness he had just felt seemed to have vanished instantly. He immediately straightened up and looked at her with shock in his eyes.
"you……"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the girl who threw herself into his arms.
He instinctively pulled her into his arms, his still-warm hands caressing her back, his chin resting on the top of her head. The girl in his arms was incredibly soft, and her warmth comforted his body. Their posture was intimate and ambiguous.
Once you take the first step, the subsequent steps become exceptionally easy.
Song Shiyi leaned against his chest, her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice muffled, filled with self-reproach.
"It's all...my fault."
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed softly in his arms.
He Jinzhao hadn't quite processed the fact that she had spoken yet. Hearing this, he smiled helplessly and patiently coaxed her, "How could I blame you?"
"It's my fault for not telling you, and I scared you."
"I was the one who was wrong."
Song Shiyi sniffed and whispered, "No... that's not true."
She hadn't spoken for a long time and was still not used to it; even when speaking short sentences, she would pause for a few seconds before continuing.
Like a stutterer.
He Jinzhao was very happy; her willingness to talk was a very good sign.
Once you talk to her enough and she gets used to it, she'll be able to communicate like a normal person.
He never expected that his illness would bring him such a benefit.
He couldn't stop smiling, his eyes lowered, and he gently comforted her, "It has nothing to do with you, don't cry, okay?"
Song Shiyi's emotions had gradually subsided. She belatedly realized that she and He Jinzhao were too close, and that she was holding him tightly, which was really against the rules.
She slowly let go of his hand, stepped away from his embrace, lowered her head, and dared not look at him, her eyes filled with regret.
Despite my worries, why did I just hug her like that?
She pursed her lips and remained silent, her snow-white ears, half-hidden under her long hair, turning a shameful red.
He Jinzhao bent down, tilted his head and looked at her with a smile, his lips slightly curved, and deliberately dragged out his tone as he chuckled softly.
His voice sounded even more magnetic in the quiet atmosphere, with a slight rise in tone at the end, softly caressing her ear and making her ear tips tingle and begin to burn.
"Is Yi Yi shy now?"
"I don't know who was holding me tightly just now, look, my clothes are all wet."
"I never imagined that Yiyi would be such a..." little crybaby.
Song Shiyi blushed more and more as she listened. Without thinking, she raised her hand to cover his mouth, glanced at him, and then immediately looked away, saying in an unnatural tone, "You...you shouldn't say...anything."
Both of them were stunned for a moment. After Song Shiyi realized that her behavior was inappropriate, she immediately withdrew her hand and looked away, avoiding his gaze.
He Jinzhao's complexion had returned to a rosy and healthy state, and his lips had also regained their color, showing no trace of the weakness he had just displayed.
His body was now completely fine, and the moment Song Shiyi spoke, his attention was entirely on her, and he had no time to think about the dark and cramped environment.
He stared intently at the girl in front of him. Her nose was still a little red from crying, her fair skin had a rosy glow, and her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, almost overflowing with affection.
Her moist lips were slightly swollen and red from biting them, revealing a vibrant crimson hue.
He Jinchao couldn't take his eyes off Song Shiyi; every part of her seemed to be designed according to his aesthetic standards.
The moment he saw her, he knew—
He's completely smitten with her.
Song Shiyi glanced at his chest and saw that it was indeed soaked. She felt a little embarrassed, wondering why she always cried in front of him.
She's clearly not a crybaby.
She grew up with Shen Yanci and almost never cried in front of him.
But the first time she met He Jinzhao, he caught her crying.
He Jinzhao smiled slightly, pulled Song Shiyi up from the ground, and patted the dust off her skirt. His tone was casual and relaxed, inadvertently easing the subtle atmosphere in the air.
Are you getting used to it?
"Is there any discomfort in your throat?"
Song Shiyi took a moment to assess the situation and shook her head. Although her speech was still somewhat halting, it was much better than when she first opened her mouth.
"I'm not quite... used to it yet."
"I'm not...uncomfortable."
After Song Shiyi finished speaking, he subconsciously touched his throat, still feeling a bit curious.
She hadn't spoken in a long time and had no recollection of her own voice.
She knew she wasn't unable to speak, but every time she tried to open her mouth, some inexplicable force stopped her.
She was so worried about He Jinzhao just now that he couldn't see her sign language at all, and the feeling of blockage that had been pressing against her throat seemed to disappear in that instant.
It was only by naturalness that the shackles were broken.
She didn't know if it was temporary or permanent.
But at this moment, she was grateful that she could speak.
He Jinzhao's state just now really frightened her.
I'm still a little scared now.
She looked up, her eyes filled with worry: "Are you alright..."
He Jinzhao raised his eyebrows and smiled, reverting to his usual carefree demeanor, and said easily, "Clavioplasty isn't that serious, it's just temporary, it'll be fine once it's over."
"don’t worry."
"But you, your eyes are as red as a little rabbit's."
He Jinzhao tilted his head and chuckled, jokingly saying, "Are you that worried about me?"
Song Shiyi looked at him and nodded earnestly, her eyelashes still glistening with tears, making her look somewhat pitiful.
"I'm very worried."
He spoke with unwavering conviction and without hesitation.
He Jinzhao paused for a moment, then smiled silently after two seconds, his eyebrows relaxed, and his eyes were full of joy.
This was the first time he had ever seen her eyes filled with nothing but him.
There was no one else.
"Can you grant me one wish?"
Song Shiyi was somewhat confused, but hesitantly nodded nonetheless.
He Jinzhao gently touched the back of her head, his slightly parted lips softening with tenderness.
"May I call you by your name?"
Song Shiyi was taken aback, seemingly not expecting that his wish was such a simple request.
She opened her lips, her soft, sweet voice clear and clean, not sticky at all, melodious and pleasant to the ear, even carrying a hint of coquetry.
"Congratulations... on... today."
She pronounced his name somewhat awkwardly, each word deliberate and deliberate, yet with utmost seriousness.
"Congratulations... on this day."
"Congratulations on today..."
"..."
After another pause, she smiled gently at him, her beautiful eyes crinkling into crescents.
"Congratulations on today."
The boy stood in front of her, smiling as he watched her call out his name, again and again.
His heart softened at the girl's earnest and adorable demeanor.
A faint smile played on his lips as his gaze lingered on her, his eyes radiating endless tenderness and doting affection, sparkling like a pearl with a halo of light.
"Yes, I heard you."
"That's great."
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