Yin Han looked at the girl walking silently in front of him, occasionally kicking a small stone on the roadside, her head hanging down, revealing that she was very unhappy.
He couldn't understand for a moment why the girl had suddenly become like this.
When she asked him if he was tired, he saw her concern, so he said he wasn't tired and that everything was fine except for the hot topic.
But after he finished speaking, the girl didn't say anything more, and that's how it ended.
Yin Han took a few steps to her side, but she still didn't react or come up to hold his hand. He was a little disappointed.
"Sheng Sheng?" Yin Han called out cautiously.
"Hmm?" Nan Sheng didn't look up.
"What's wrong? Are you angry? I know my working hours are a bit long. I was planning to leave early, but there were a lot of customers, so I kept you waiting."
Yin Han noticed that she had been dozing off while waiting for him, so he guessed that was the reason.
Nan Sheng paused when she heard his anxious and uneasy tone. This was the longest sentence he had spoken to her since she came to Beicheng, but he thought she was angry, which made her feel even worse.
"It's okay, I'm not angry. Don't you have a part-time job? Let's hurry up and go, or we'll be late."
Nan Sheng smiled faintly, trying her best to control her emotions.
Yin Han didn't expect the girl to continue accompanying him to work, so he stopped and pursed his lips: "No need, I'll take you home first."
"No, you promised me before you came out that you would go with me. You can't go back on your word now. I'm willing to go even if it's late." This time, Nan Sheng didn't whine, didn't use a soft tone, and wasn't gentle at all.
Yin Han only knew that he was very forceful and that she had no choice but to go.
"I'm not going, I'm not going."
He stood straight, his voice dry and hoarse, his eyes fixed on her, lost in thought.
"Okay, let's go back then."
After Nan Sheng finished speaking, she walked ahead, with Yin Han following two steps behind her.
Looking at her thin, slender figure under the moonlight, she seemed particularly lonely in the light. But who could see the hidden tenderness and love in the boy's eyes?
As slowly as Nan Sheng walked, Yin Han walked just as slowly. They didn't take a taxi because the restaurant wasn't far from where Nan Sheng lived; it was only a 20-minute walk.
Nan Sheng looked at the road ahead and watched the footsteps behind her. Suddenly, she didn't know how to face him.
Thinking about her attitude just now, she was afraid that the boy would overthink things, so her expression was full of unease when she spoke. Just as she was about to turn around and explain, her body suddenly felt light.
Nan Sheng's eyes widened in astonishment, and in the blink of an eye, she was being carried in Yin Han's arms in a princess carry.
He lowered his head, and in the cool moonlight, Nan Sheng couldn't clearly see his expression.
"You just recovered from your illness and didn't rest well today. Let me carry you." Then, as if remembering something, she licked her lower lip slightly: "Is that alright?"
She, who was initially feeling conflicted, suddenly wanted to laugh. She had already hugged him, and he was already in her arms, so she asked, "Is it okay?"
Nan Sheng didn't speak, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face close to his chest.
Seeing her movement, Yin Han took a step forward.
"Yin Han, are you tired?" Nan Sheng trusted her own weight. After all, the young man had just finished work, and she was a little worried. But she didn't want to get down. His arms were so warm and his scent was so nice.
In her previous life, after he left the Nan family, she was never hugged by anyone, not even her father or the big dog.
Because in her previous life, whenever Yin Han was around, she always wanted him to hold her, and even after she got engaged to Lu Zhicheng, she never let him hold her again.
"I'm not tired, you're very light."
After walking for ten minutes, Yin Han was still able to walk freely while carrying her, without even panting.
Nan Sheng stared at his sharply defined chin, and upon closer inspection, noticed fine stubble. She reached out and touched it.
“Sheng Sheng…” Yin Han’s body stiffened.
Nan Sheng grinned mischievously, hugged Xiao Xiao tightly, and then leaned up to kiss her.
"Brother Han, I like you so much!"
Nan Sheng had said this many times. In her previous life, she didn't acknowledge her feelings for him deep down, so she never told him until her death.
In his previous life, he didn't even dare to touch her tombstone.
It happened again. Even though it wasn't the first time he'd stolen a kiss, Yin Han's heart still fluttered. He suddenly quickened his pace and soon arrived at the Yi Nian apartment building.
Yin Han put the person down.
The two of them just stared at each other without saying a word.
"Yin Han, I wasn't angry just now. I just felt sorry for you and hated myself. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this now. And I got your forgiveness without paying any price. You're too good to me, so good that I don't dare to face you."
Every time I said I liked you, it wasn't to tease you, it wasn't a joke, and it wasn't out of guilt. During the time you were gone, although I hid the fact that I didn't care about you from everyone and even erased everything about you, only I know the thoughts I dared not admit in my heart..."
Nan Sheng explained to him word by word. She saw a thin layer of mist slowly appear in the boy's deep, gloomy eyes, making them hazy, dazzling, and shimmering.
He suddenly smiled, a smile that was alluring, captivating, and exquisitely beautiful.
Actually, he also wanted to ask about Lu Zhicheng. He was never angry with her; he was just bothered by why she trusted him instead of her back then.
In the end, I didn't ask.
"Sheng Sheng, have you ever thought that if you hadn't brought 8-year-old Yin Han home, he might not exist in this world now?"
Yin Han was serious; at eight years old, Yin Han had absolutely no desire to live.
Nan Sheng was stunned. A wave of heartache spread through her heart like vines, binding her heart tightly. Even breathing hurt. Her young lover had died in front of that cold tombstone because of her in her past life. In this life, she did not repeat the same mistake.
She almost choked up and cried out, "Hug me..." and then opened her arms.
This time, Yin Han didn't hesitate and pulled the person into his arms: "Okay, hug me."
Perhaps because she had talked things out, Nan Sheng slept exceptionally well tonight, and even dreamed about what happened after she brought Yin Han home. He was so obedient and listened to everything she said... As she slept, a sweet smile appeared on her lips.
The person who had left downstairs earlier was still standing in the moonlight, staring at a window, their eyes filled with stars. Hands in their pockets, leaning against a tree, they murmured, a tear uncontrollably rolling down their cheek: "My dear, don't leave me again this time, or... I really won't be able to control myself... I'll drag you down to hell..."
Because you'll never know how much I love you.
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