Yin Han ignored Nan Sheng, sat down, pressed himself against the wall, and took out his book as usual to read.
Nan Sheng took a closer look and, sure enough, it was some program code that she couldn't understand.
Yin Han enjoyed reading these things when he was at the Nan family's house, and he would find a quiet corner to ponder them.
She didn't know why he liked these things.
"Yin Han, have you had breakfast yet? I brought a lot, shall we eat together?" Nan Sheng thought about what he ate for lunch yesterday and guessed that even if he had eaten breakfast, it was just something quick and easy. So she told Su Chuanlin to tell the nanny that breakfast should be served in double portions from now on.
Nan Sheng's voice was soft and gentle, giving people an extremely tender feeling, but only Nan Sheng herself knew that she was like this when she was facing Yin Han.
Yin Han did not answer.
"..." Nan Sheng.
Nan Sheng shifted her seat, tugged at Yin Han's sleeve with her small hand, but still didn't react, so she simply took his hand.
Before she could hold him tightly, the boy, who had just been looking down at his book, turned his head away and pulled his hand back, avoiding her touch.
This action made Nan Sheng feel a pang of sadness.
But she won't give up.
As he dodged, the gauze on his wrist was exposed.
Seeing that his wrist was still bleeding, Nan Sheng panicked and grabbed his hand without thinking: "You're still bleeding here, come on, let's go to the infirmary! You can't refuse, or I'll get angry and show it to you!"
This time, Nan Sheng took a firm stance and pulled Yin Han to her feet.
Yin Han remained motionless, and Nan Sheng's eyes welled up with tears as she watched the blood seeping from his wrist.
To be honest, Nan Sheng had no confidence at all, but she still insisted on dragging Yin Han along.
When Yin Han saw that tears were about to fall from her eyes, she stood up as she did so.
He just watched as she led him outside.
The students were left staring at each other, then whispering among themselves, "The new beauty really likes that guy."
Along the way, Nan Sheng held onto Yin Han's other uninjured wrist. He didn't dare to shake her off forcefully and could only silently follow her.
Looking at the petite figure that was much shorter than him, Yin Han thought of the first day they met when she also had this stubborn back and resolutely led him home.
Upon arriving at the infirmary, Nan Sheng forcefully pressed the person down onto the hospital bed, then turned to a middle-aged doctor in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Doctor, could you please treat the wound on his wrist?"
The doctor glanced at the two of them, his eyes filled with a hint of ambiguity. At this stage, and since they were brought to the infirmary hand in hand, wouldn't it be a waste of his more than ten years of experience as a school doctor if there wasn't some story behind it?
"Sure, young man, let me see your hand."
Yin Han didn't move, her head lowered, as if she was immersed in her own world, and didn't hear what the doctor said at all.
Nan Sheng looked at the boy sitting on the bed and could only see his soft, fluffy black hair. She suddenly realized that she had never touched his head before, as he had always had a buzz cut.
Driven by curiosity, she forgot what the doctor had just said and reached out her hand.
It was as soft as I had imagined.
But the boy seemed startled and abruptly looked up and moved away.
It was so dirty, she shouldn't have touched it.
I still can't see his eyes.
"Should we still check the wound?" the doctor prompted from the side.
"Oh, yes, yes, I'm sorry."
This time, Nan Sheng didn't ask Yin Han, but instead directly pulled his hand to show the doctor: "Don't move!"
Yin Han was about to struggle, but Nan Sheng's shout stopped him, and he didn't dare to move at all.
"Hey, young man, you're going to be henpecked. You've got a bright future ahead of you," the doctor joked.
Nan Sheng blushed slightly. Would Yin Han be afraid of his wife in the future?
Yin Han didn't hear what the doctor said; his attention was entirely focused on the wound on his wrist, which was covered in blood. He didn't want her to see it; it would frighten her.
He tried to move his body to the side to block it, but now Nan Sheng had simply hugged him.
Yin Han's body stiffened instinctively, accompanied by the girl's faint fragrance. It was as if, in an instant, the air was filled with her scent, which still made him so addicted. He suddenly felt so greedy.
But he knew he couldn't.
Last night, he became even more aware of the differences between himself and her. Did she agree to some condition from Lu Zhicheng when she came to see him this time?
Yin Han could only think of it this way, otherwise he couldn't think of any other reason.
Like him? Impossible, after all, he's filthy.
When Yin Han's thoughts returned to him, the doctor had already removed the gauze from his wrist. The already sparse gauze was now stained red with blood. He hurriedly looked down at the girl who was hugging him.
She felt the hands holding him trembling slightly, and two lines of tears on his face; she was afraid.
"Stop looking, it's disgusting." The boy's voice was dry and low.
The chainsaw-like sound echoed in the quiet ward. The doctor paused, glanced at Yin Han, and began to treat his injuries.
Nan Sheng kept shaking her head. She wanted to say that she wasn't disgusted and that she wasn't afraid, but her heart ached so much that she felt numb. Tears dripped onto her face, and she couldn't speak for a moment.
She should have dragged him to the hospital last night. Did he suffer in pain and bleed all night? Thinking of this, Nan Sheng's tears flowed uncontrollably.
The doctor was so startled that he quickly realized he might have treated the wrong person. Oh, it turned out to be a little girl who loves to cry.
Seeing the tangled scratches on his wrist, the doctor frowned and said to Yin Han, "Young man, are you trying to kill yourself? Let me tell you, it's lucky you came early, otherwise you would have bled to death."
Yin Han ignored the doctor and pushed the girl off him, but she clung tightly to his waist and wouldn't let go.
The doctor wiped the wound with cotton swabs and alcohol. Nan Sheng saw the bleeding scratches and forced herself to endure the discomfort and physical reaction.
Memories flooded her mind. Nan Sheng, who had just finished practicing the piano, ran downstairs to play with Yin Han. The moment she stepped out, she saw her beloved Pomeranian lying on the ground covered in blood, while Yin Han stood beside her, watching expressionlessly.
At that moment, Nan Sheng looked at Yin Han in horror. Just then, Lu Zhicheng appeared.
She also accused Yin Han, saying, "Nan Sheng, it was Yin Han who killed your pet dog. I saw it. He was so cruel. The dog was crying pitifully in front of him."
Nan Sheng, who initially didn't believe it, looked at Yin Han, whose mouth moved with difficulty: "I didn't..."
But she didn't believe it. If Lu Zhicheng hadn't testified against her, she might have believed it. However, Yin Han had told her time and again that he didn't like her pet dog, and that he would take the dog away every time it approached her. So when Lu Zhicheng said it, she loudly questioned him: "Why did you do that?! You're so cruel."
Nan Sheng didn't even dare to look at the bloodied pet dog.
When Yin Han heard that Nan Sheng didn't believe him, his eyes were filled with disappointment, so much so that he didn't offer any further explanation.
From that time on, her relationship with Yin Han changed.
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