The wind on the rooftop seemed to be much gentler, no longer carrying the chill of late autumn, but lingering around the two people hugging each other.
Mu Xinrong buried his head in the crook of Chao Youye's neck, and Chao Youye's arms were strong and firm, holding him tightly in her arms, her chin gently resting on the top of his head. That silent protection was more touching than thousands of words.
After a long time, Mu Xinrong reluctantly raised her head. Her cheeks still had the blush and tear marks, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if filled with crushed starlight.
"Are you hungry?" Chao Youye's voice was low and gentle, and her fingertips gently rubbed the corners of his slightly swollen eyes.
Mu Xinrong only then realized that her stomach was empty. From the moment she decided to go to the rooftop, she had been nervous, expectant, embarrassed, ecstatic, crying... the emotional rollercoaster had already exhausted her energy.
He nodded vigorously, with a bit of a spoiled nasal voice: "Hungry! I want to eat... the noodles you made."
A very faint but extremely real arc appeared at the corner of Chao Youye's lips, as stunning as the first melting of ice and snow.
He held the bouquet of red roses, which had been "ravaged" but still stubbornly blooming, firmly in one hand, and naturally held Mu Xinrong's hand with the other hand.
Mu Xinrong's fingers first shrank slightly, then immediately clenched back, with ten fingers tightly clasped together, palms against palms, transmitting each other's body temperature and heartbeat.
"Okay." Chao Youye responded with a subtle indulgence in his voice.
The two of them walked down the empty rooftop hand in hand, covered in the twilight and the fragrance of roses.
Mu Xinrong's heartbeat was still a little fast, but he was no longer as panicked as before. Instead, he was filled with a huge, sweet sense of satisfaction.
From time to time, he would secretly turn his head to look at Chao Youye's graceful profile, to see his slightly drooping eyelashes as he focused on the road, to see his slender fingers holding the rose... Every time he took a peek, the joy in his heart would bubble up.
Chao Youye's apartment was not far from Guanghua University, a quiet, upscale residential complex near the school. Upon entering, a familiar, cool atmosphere greeted him, but this time, Mu Xinrong sensed something different.
Maybe it was a psychological effect, or maybe it was the warmth brought by the bouquet of red roses that he carefully placed on the entrance cabinet, he felt that this space that once made him feel a little alienated suddenly had the warmth of "home".
Chao Youye took off her coat, rolled up her sweater sleeves, revealing her sleek arms, and walked straight to the open kitchen.
"Sit down for a while, it will be quick." He turned around and said to Mu Xinrong, who was still standing stupidly at the entrance, with a gentle look in his eyes.
Mu Xinrong shook his head and followed like a little tail, leaning against the kitchen island, his eyes following Chao Youye's busy figure without blinking.
Watch him skillfully boil water, wash vegetables, and chop green onions. His movements are neat and clear, with a unique sense of rhythm.
The light fell on his drooping eyelashes, casting a small, gentle shadow.
Mu Xinrong was so fascinated by it that he felt he could never see enough.
"Youye..." Mu Xinrong couldn't help but call him in a low voice.
"Hmm?" Chao Youye didn't look back, but stared intently at the water that was beginning to boil in the pot, and picked up the noodles.
"You...what you just said on the rooftop...is it true?"
Mu Xinrong's voice trembled with uncertainty. Although his heart was filled with great happiness, the cold memories of other world lines would occasionally pop up like ghosts, forcing him to repeatedly confirm the reality of this warmth.
Chao Youye paused. He put down what he was holding, turned around, and faced Mu Xinrong.
Under the warm yellow light of the kitchen, his violet eyes were as deep as the sea, clearly reflecting Mu Xinrong's somewhat nervous yet expectant face.
He stretched out his hand, not to hold her face, but to use his fingertips to very gently brush away the loose hair on Mu Xinrong's forehead that was blown by the wind. His movements were as careful as if he was touching fragile glass.
Then, his fingertips gently stroked Mu Xinrong's smooth forehead, where the warmth of his kiss seemed to still remain.
"Mu Xinrong," his voice was low and clear, with a solemnity that penetrated the soul, "I, Chao Youye, will never joke in this life. Every word on the rooftop is an oath I have engraved on my soul. If I break this oath..."
"No!" Mu Xinrong rushed forward and covered his mouth tightly, his eyes instantly filled with moisture again, "Don't say that! I don't want to hear that! I believe you! I really do!"
The cold "Chao Youye" who pushed him into the abyss has been completely replaced by the person in front of him with hot eyes and gentle fingertips.
Chao Youye's lips moved slightly under his palm, as if she wanted to say something, but it finally turned into a silent sigh.
He pulled down Mu Xinrong's hand and held it in his palm. With his other hand, he gently held him in his arms, resting his chin on the top of his head.
"Okay, I won't tell you. I'll spend the rest of my life showing you."
This is more powerful than any oath.
Mu Xinrong nodded vigorously in his arms, uttered a muffled "hmm", buried her face deeper in his arms, and rubbed it, like a little animal that had finally found a safe haven.
The aroma of noodles quickly filled the air. They were Mu Xinrong's favorite clear broth noodles, topped with emerald green onions and a golden fried egg.
Mu Xinrong ate voraciously because he was really hungry, and also because this bowl of noodles had the unique and soothing taste of Chao Youye.
Chao Youye ate slowly, but her eyes were always on Mu Xinrong. She watched him chew with his cheeks puffed out, and watched his eyes slightly narrowed in satisfaction.
When a little bit of soup got on the corner of Mu Xinrong's mouth, Chao Youye naturally took out a tissue, reached out, and gently wiped it off for him.
Mu Xinrong froze, and then her entire face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, even the tips of her ears were dyed pink.
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