The young man sat there quietly, the sunlight filtering through the green plants beside him, casting fine shadows on his handsome profile.
He lowered his eyelashes and stared at the screen intently. His silver-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light, and he exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
This aura made Sun Guixiang's heart rise again, and her steps became more hesitant. Would she disturb him again? Would it remind him of the unpleasantness of last time?
However, when they were only a few steps away from the table, Ye Qingliu seemed to sense someone approaching.
He slowly raised his head, and his gray-blue eyes swept over calmly through the lenses.
When his gaze fell on Sun Guixiang, there was no surprise, nor any displeasure at being disturbed, only a calmness like a deep pool, as if he had known she would come.
This calm gaze, like a silent permission, strangely soothed Sun Guixiang's inner anxiety.
She mustered up her last bit of courage and, with Xiao Li's support, finally walked to Ye Qingliu's table.
"Little...little friend..." Sun Guixiang's voice was filled with a heavy nasal tone and uncontrollable sobs. She looked at the face in front of her, which was still cold but made her feel extremely kind, and turbid tears instantly filled her eyes.
"I really... I didn't expect to see you again... I... I came to thank you... Thank you for saving me... Saving my little Shitou..."
She was so emotionally agitated that her body was shaking slightly due to weakness and violent emotional fluctuations.
Xiao Li held her tightly, fearing that she would fall.
Ye Qingliu quietly looked at the tearful old woman in front of him. He saw the gratitude surging in her eyes, but also the deep-seated guilt she harbored for the previous "offense."
He put down the tablet in his hand and leaned back slightly in his chair. There was no ripple in his gray-blue eyes, and he did not speak. He just waited quietly and almost patiently for the old woman to vent her emotions.
"You...you are our family's great benefactor...a living Bodhisattva..." Sun Guixiang burst into tears, her skinny hands unconsciously clasping Xiao Li's arm tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"I...I last time...last time...still..." When she thought of that hand, she was so ashamed that she couldn't continue. She could only shake her head in pain, and her tears rolled down even harder.
Ye Qingliu looked at her face distorted by extreme self-blame, at her hands tightly gripping the nurse's arm with white knuckles, and at the depths of her gray-blue eyes. Beneath the frozen lake surface, there seemed to be extremely tiny ripples spreading.
He remained silent, but his fingers on the table moved slightly, almost imperceptibly.
At this moment, Sun Guixiang, overwhelmed with emotion, suddenly leaned forward. Her already weak legs couldn't support the sudden movement, and she stumbled forward uncontrollably.
"Auntie Sun, be careful!" Xiao Li exclaimed and tried hard to steady her.
However, the immense inertia caused Sun Guixiang's body to fall forward uncontrollably! Her hand, unconsciously raised in excitement, as if to express something, instinctively reached forward in a panic, seeking support!
Everything happened so fast!
Just when Sun Guixiang was about to fall and Xiao Li was desperately trying to pull her away—
The calloused, slightly trembling hand belonging to the old man unconsciously reached forward in the midst of chaos and loss of control. The fingertips and part of the palm, with a panicked force seeking support, reached out precisely—
It brushed past Ye Qingliu's slightly raised head, which was close to the edge of the table.
The rough lines on the edge of his palm carried the unique warmth and slight sweat of an old man, and even a faint scent of disinfectant in the ward. It brushed against the outermost ends of the boy's short black hair very briefly, like a feather.
This time, the touch was so light that it was almost negligible, and so brief that it seemed like an illusion.
There was neither the sense of distance when they handed over the hot drink on the steps on a cold night, nor the earth-shattering force and size of the second time in the foundation office.
It was more like an unintentional, extremely minor bump in a panic.
But Ye Qingliu, at that moment, his body once again paused extremely slightly, like a precision instrument encountering an unknown signal input.
He could clearly feel the extremely brief, warm and rough touch, which passed through his scalp extremely subtly like an electric current.
The feeling is still strange and abrupt.
However, this time, the expected shock didn't take over. In that split-second pause, a clearer, indescribable feeling quietly emerged, like an undercurrent beneath the surface.
Habit?
The thought flashed through his mind so quickly that he couldn't even grasp it, but his body's instinctive reaction seemed to be faster than his thoughts.
At the moment when the extremely light touch passed by, his sitting posture did not change at all, no stiffness, no avoidance, and even his head did not turn away subconsciously.
He just maintained the posture of leaning back slightly and looking up at the old man.
A very brief ripple flashed across the gray-blue eyes, like ice wrinkled by a breeze, so fast that it could not be captured.
Immediately, the icy sea returned to its calm state like a deep pool.
It was as if the fleeting touch just now was just an insignificant fallen leaf that gently landed on his shoulder.
With Xiao Li's full support, Sun Guixiang finally managed to steady herself and avoid falling. The shock made her heart race and her face turn pale.
When she realized that her hand seemed to have touched something again, and saw clearly that she had touched the ends of Ye Qingliu's hair, great fear and overwhelming despair swept over her again.
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