She followed Yu Muyang to a residential complex and opened the door. Inside was a one-bedroom, one-living room apartment. The house was simply decorated in black and white tones, and it was not as sloppy as an ordinary boy. It was very tidy.
Yan Cuo sat on the sofa in the living room, and then said awkwardly: "Then I'll sleep on the sofa, and you sleep in the room, so we won't interfere with each other." Yu Muyang's smile deepened, "You go to the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa. Go to bed early, it's getting late." Yan Cuo refused several times, but Yu Muyang insisted, so she had to give up.
After she finished washing up, she walked into the room. The room was filled with a pleasant smell that belonged only to him. Yancuo blushed a little, thinking that this was where he lived, and her heart beat faster. She covered her head with the quilt. The whole room was filled with his scent, which made her feel at ease.
After a day of running around, she felt her head was a little heavy and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when Yan Cuo woke up, she found that Yu Muyang had already woken up. She then remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival and asked him if he wanted to go home with her.
He shook his head and said, "My parents are both out of town and never come back. I'll be alone if I go back. Such an empty home is not as good as the freedom here." Yan Cuo felt a little distressed. Looking at him, the boy had a smile on his face, but he must have felt a little sad in his heart.
She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to start. She wanted to stay, but she was afraid that her family would worry, so she had to go back.
Yu Muyang walked her to the station and watched her get on the bus. The bus had been driving for a long time before he turned back and left. He had to go to the company today. His studies in the third year of high school were getting more and more demanding, but he couldn't fall behind in the company's work.
He had promised his parents that as long as he took on the responsibilities he should take, they would not interfere in his relationship. Thinking of the girl's face, he was willing to work hard for her and be the best he could be, just to be with her.
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Muyang's phone suddenly rang. He took a look and saw it was an unfamiliar number, so he hung up. The person on the other end of the phone called again and again, unwillingly, and he finally picked up.
"Why didn't you answer my call? I just finished dinner. Have you eaten?" He looked out the window and saw that it was already dark. "I have eaten. How was it? How does it feel to be home?" Yan Cuo on the other end of the phone was telling him about some changes at home and what the dinner would be like in the evening. It was like the casual conversation between two ordinary friends, but he listened with great interest.
After hanging up the phone, he packed up his documents and returned to his rented house. The house still lingered with her scent, a delicate fragrance that belonged only to girls.
He smiled gently and looked at the fireworks outside. It turned out that today was Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion, but his parents never had time, so what could he expect them to remember?
The holiday was over soon, and Yancuo returned to school. Everyone started their busy and orderly study life again. I had few opportunities to see him, but being on the same campus with him was like being surrounded by his presence. This was good.
She would always pretend to walk to the senior high school teaching building casually. Occasionally, when she saw him, she would be very happy. If she didn't see him, she wouldn't feel lost. Just knowing that he was there was enough.
Yu Muyang was a well-known figure in the school, with admirers from all grades. Wherever he went, there were always girls staring at him and going crazy over him.
Yancuo had seen this several times, feeling a bit jealous but helpless. He was such an outstanding boy, tall and handsome, so he was sure to attract girls.
But I am so ordinary, I don't know why he likes me. Thinking of his parents' disdain for me, Yan Cuo felt deeply inferior. In their eyes, I am just a child from a poor family and not worthy of such a perfect him.
But he had clearly tried so hard, trying so hard to catch up with him. Yancuo felt a surge of panic, fearing that he could not keep up with him.
After a long moment, she tried to clear her mind and took a deep breath. Didn't she already understand his feelings? He had told her so openly about his feelings, so how could she not believe him? He had taken so many steps forward, and she had to keep up.
She will learn to be braver and more confident, and then they can hold hands and hug each other openly and truly be together.
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