In the other ward.
Yin Han stared at the wall clock, which had already been open for two hours, and his eyes grew increasingly dim.
"Why hasn't she come back yet...?"
The boy's hoarse voice echoed in the quiet hospital room.
Another ten minutes passed.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Yin Han stared at the fruit knife on the sofa table, lost in thought. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer, so he slowly lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
Nan Sheng was out of breath from running; she had never pushed herself this hard during her 800-meter physical fitness test.
Finally, she arrived at Yin Han's ward. She pushed the door open and found it completely dark inside. Nan Sheng assumed that Yin Han had drawn the curtains and was sleeping. She fumbled for the light switch on the wall and turned on the light, only to find the bed empty.
She hurriedly went to the window and pulled back the curtains, looking around but not finding Yin Han. She frowned, clearly remembering that he hadn't done any checks at this time.
There was no sound from the bathroom, but Nan Sheng still took a step to go and take a look.
As they drew closer, Nan Sheng suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound beside her ear.
Her heart clenched instantly, as if the sound was coming from the bathroom and the small cubicle in the ward outside.
Nan Sheng opened the door, and the light shone inside. The scene inside made her freeze in place.
A sliver of light shone through the small window of the cubicle. The boy was crouching in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest, his body curled up like a wounded puppy.
Hearing the door open, the boy looked up at the doorway and froze.
In those deep, dark eyes, glistening with tears, a single tear slid down his handsome cheek.
With his cold, hard features, and his once neat buzz cut now quite long, his crying didn't seem out of place at all; on the contrary, it made people feel incredibly sorry for him.
Her fragile appearance made it seem as if an invisible hand was gripping Nan Sheng's heart and pinching it hard.
She walked quickly over, squatted down in front of him, and asked cautiously, "Yin Han?"
Upon hearing this, Yin Han raised her head, her eyes weak, tears welling in her eyes, and her face pale.
This sight made Nan Sheng gasp, and she suddenly hugged him tightly: "What's wrong? I'm sorry, I was supposed to be there on time, but I ran into Niannian on the way... um..."
Before Nan Sheng could finish speaking, the boy silenced her with a kiss, swallowing all the words she wanted to say.
Nan Sheng was only taken aback for a moment, but after realizing what he meant, she responded to him warmly.
After a short while, Nan Sheng seemed to sense the boy's abnormality. With unprecedented urgency, he kissed her lips forcefully... as if he was venting something.
Nan Sheng could sense his fear. Although the position made her very uncomfortable, as if the air in her lungs was being squeezed out and she was about to suffocate, she still responded to him cautiously.
But the more Nan Sheng responded, the more Yin Han seemed to be unleashed, and the more encouraged he became. Just when she thought she would be kissed unconscious, the boy finally released her.
Their eyes met.
Both of them were breathing heavily, their rapid breaths echoing in the small cubicle.
Looking at the girl's fair cheeks, tinged with two lovely blushes, and her moist lips, red from his kisses, as delicate as rose petals in the morning.
Yin Han suddenly buried his face in her neck, inhaling her delicate fragrance several times.
"I thought you weren't coming back..." The tone was exceptionally helpless, the voice weak and murmured.
"So you're hiding here because you're afraid I won't come back, right?" Nan Sheng finally understood why he was here—it was because he was afraid.
When Yin Han heard her ask that question, he didn't respond at all, and since he couldn't see her face, he assumed she was angry.
He released her somewhat hastily, not daring to look at her, and nodded.
Nan Sheng discovered that after waking up, Yin Han seemed to have reverted to the way she was when she first arrived in Beicheng: fearful, nervous, helpless, and cautious...
A sharp pain suddenly surged in her chest, and her throat felt as if something was blocking it, leaving her speechless for a moment.
He has absolutely no sense of security.
Nan Sheng pursed her pretty red lips, moved closer to him, and sat down on the floor with him. Then she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Why won't you believe me?" Her aggrieved and cautious look was truly heartbreaking.
Yin Han's body stiffened. Nan Sheng's tone, which was clearly one of heartache, sounded like one of helplessness and annoyance to him.
He tentatively took her slender white fingers in his hand, his voice pitiful: "Shengbao, I'm sorry, please don't be angry, okay? I believe you, how could I not believe you? I'm just afraid, I'm afraid you won't come back, and I'll only be able to watch your departing figure, and I won't be able to control myself..."
As he spoke, he nuzzled his head against the girl's neck affectionately, like a child who had done something wrong trying to please her.
Actually, he had just wanted to pick up the fruit knife to see his blood, but he was afraid that the girl would be scared if she came back and saw it, so he chose to hide here.
"Lift your head up and let me see you, okay?" Nan Sheng wanted to look into his eyes when she spoke.
Yin Han obediently did as she asked. When he looked at her, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes with a small, faint beauty mark at the corner of his right eye. With his eyes still blurry with tears, Nan Sheng couldn't hold back her heartache. "I'm not angry. I won't be angry with you. It was my fault for not keeping my word and coming back late, making my baby wait for so long. It's also my fault for not believing me. I didn't do enough. It's only natural that my baby felt wronged."
"Baby?" Yin Han was stunned.
She said he was her baby?
"Yes, you are my baby. I want to pamper you, love you, and protect you so that you will never have a chance to feel wronged, okay?" Nan Sheng said gently and elegantly.
"Really? I really... um..." Before the boy could finish speaking, his lips were sealed by a warm kiss.
Nan Sheng lifted his chin with one hand, wrapped her arms around his neck with the other, and lowered her head to kiss him.
She wanted to keep all his insecurities, unhappiness, grievances, and humiliation stuck in his throat.
Feeling the burning sensation on his lips, his fragile and broken emotions were finally greatly soothed, and a seed blossomed in the humble dust.
He was deeply moved. The scene in his dream was truly terrifying and tormented him. After waking up, he felt anxious and wished the girl could be by his side every minute of every day.
He suddenly turned the tables, his broad, slender hand gripping the back of her head, firmly capturing her sweetness.
Nan Sheng could clearly feel his strong arms holding her tightly, as if he wanted to crush her and embed her into his body.
To soothe his emotions, Nan Sheng responded with the same, or even more, enthusiasm.
P.S.: I'm here! I'm here!
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