Nan Sheng still hadn't returned by 10 p.m.
After having dinner with her grandmother, she went to Yin Han's house together.
Because it was too late, Grandma went to sleep first.
Nan Sheng wanted to wait for Yin Han to return here. When she came in and saw where he was sleeping, even though she knew he was having a hard time, she still couldn't control her emotions when she actually saw him.
The small room, which had no open space, was pitifully sparsely furnished compared to his grandmother's room. Apart from a bed and a desk, there was practically nothing else.
That iron bed, which seemed smaller than the one his grandmother had, was only covered by a thin quilt in this cold weather. So, he gave his grandmother the better one, but made do with what he had?
Under the iron bed were stacks of books, all of which were yellowed and not new.
Nan Sheng felt a sharp, throbbing pain in her heart. Only now did she realize that this was the kind of life Yin Han had led after being released from prison in her previous life.
She destroyed him herself.
Since there was nothing else to sit on, Nan Sheng took off her shoes and lay down on the small iron bed. The moment she lay down, she almost questioned her life.
She lay down still wearing her thick coat, but instead of getting up, she pulled the blanket over herself, took a deep breath, and exhaled comfortably.
Besides the clean and refreshing scent of soap, there's another unique fragrance that's hard to describe, but it just smells good.
Lying in bed, surrounded by familiar scents, perhaps because it was the first day she had seen Yin Han, Nan Sheng was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions—excitement, elation, regret, and heartache—and quickly fell asleep.
One o'clock in the morning.
The streets of the neighborhood were deserted. Yin Han had finished work and was walking wearily in the dark.
He walked to the fifth floor without making a mistake, opened the door, and saw the light was on. He didn't notice and assumed that his grandmother had turned it on.
I habitually went to the kitchen to eat the food my grandmother had left for me.
He didn't notice the person who had just been sleeping soundly in bed.
He quickly finished cooking and then washed the pot and bowls, probably because the tap was too loud.
He didn't notice anyone approaching him until a pair of hands landed on his waist: "Yin Han, I missed you so much."
Yin Han's mind went blank. How did she end up here?
He quickly turned off the tap, turned around, and pushed Nan Sheng away.
Nan Sheng was pushed away by him, and realizing that he wanted to leave again, she immediately shouted, "Yin Han! If you leave again, I'll cry!"
She had barely finished speaking when she was already on the verge of sobbing.
In the past, Yin Han would always do whatever she said.
"Go back." Yin Han said these two words calmly.
This was the first time Nan Sheng had heard his voice since her rebirth.
It wasn't the magnetic, gentle voice I remembered.
"I'm not going back. I've been waiting for you here for so long. I just lay down in bed, and I'm so cold. Can you hug me?"
Nan Shengren moved closer, pressing herself against Yin Han.
Yin Han lowered his head slightly; it had been a very long time since he had looked at her like this.
How could she stay in a place like this?
It's so messy, so dirty, and there's nothing there. A fairy shouldn't stay in a place like this.
Yin Han tried to push him away, but Nan Sheng knew what he was trying to do. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and with a forceful movement of her legs, she hooked her legs around his waist, hanging on him like a koala.
Almost instantly, Yin Han sensed something was wrong with himself and tried to forcefully throw the person off.
"Yin Han, waaaaah, you can't do this! You'll fall and it'll hurt. I'm afraid of the pain, waaaaah!" Nan Sheng pretended to cry, then clung to him tightly.
Sure enough, Yin Han stopped moving when he heard her crying, seemingly giving in: "I'm very dirty."
So are you sure you still want to hold me?
Yin Han tried his best to control his desires, afraid that he would see her disgusted look again.
That look could have ruined him forever.
"Where is it dirty? I haven't showered either, and I'm dirty too, so it's okay for us to stick our fingers together." The moment Nan Sheng heard his voice clearly, her feigned crying turned into real crying.
Grandma said his voice was like that when she first met him.
Therefore, Nan Sheng guessed that something might have happened in prison.
She suddenly remembered that her grandmother had mentioned he was injured today, and she thought about coming down to check on him, but then she remembered something and continued, "Yin Han, I'm coming down. You can't leave, and you can't push me away, understand?"
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed...
Nan Sheng didn't get a response, but she didn't give up. She didn't believe Yin Han could hold back. After being with him for so many years, she knew what he couldn't stand about her the most.
"Yin Han, please? Promise me, or I won't come down. I'll keep crying until my eyes are swollen and then I'll faint."
Nan Sheng didn't want to cry; after all, she was over twenty years old. But when she faced Yin Han and thought about his current life, she felt like crying.
Looking back on her time in the Yin family, she would never cry easily in front of anyone, but she would cry easily in front of Yin Han and often act coquettishly. It's no exaggeration to say that she would cry even if she was bitten by a mosquito.
The worst time was when she went to the back garden to pick flowers, and somehow she stumbled upon an ant nest. She was stung several times on the foot by ants, but she didn't cry. She endured it and ran back to Yin Han, where she started crying. No matter how he tried to comfort her, she kept crying, and then... she cried herself unconscious.
So from that time on, Yin Han was very afraid of her crying.
As expected, Yin Han responded with a soft "hmm".
Upon receiving Yin Han's reply, Nan Sheng let go of his hand, steadied herself, and then took his hand in hers. This action caused Yin Han to instinctively pull his hand away.
But Nan Sheng noticed the calluses on his palms.
She took a deep breath of love, looked up at him, and said, "May I see your wound?"
Yin Han's pupils contracted. How did she know?
Nan Sheng couldn't see his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. She stood on tiptoe to try and brush his hair aside, but she couldn't reach it.
"Yin Han, lower your head."
He thought Yin Han wouldn't react, but Yin Han reflexively lowered his head.
Nan Sheng smiled knowingly, but Yin Han dodged her touch on his hair and walked away.
"Yin Han, do you hate me? Do you not like me anymore?"
Nan Sheng's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were filled with tears, but her fingers were clenched tightly in her palms. She was afraid to hear a definite answer.
Yin Han clenched his fists, ultimately unable to bear seeing her sad.
How could he possibly hate her? She had always been the one who loathed him the most.
How could he not like her? He liked her to death, but who knew that every time the night was quiet, he would think of her so much that he would go crazy.
He suddenly turned around, and the person in front of him stared at him intently. Her once bright eyes were now filled with a heart-wrenching mist, and glistening tears filled her eyes.
Yin Han knew that if he rejected her again in the next second, she would burst into tears.
"I'm ugly, I've become ugly." That's why I don't want you to see it.
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