Chapter 97
The expression on Lin Han's face froze, and his hands remained in the same position.
He Yunting seemed to be even sadder seeing him like this. He opened his mouth but did not take back what he said.
"Can you please put on gloves?" There was a rare hint of urgent pleading in his voice, as if he was reluctant and also seemed to be mourning.
Lin Han wanted to ask why for a moment, but he lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "Yeah."
"I'm sorry." He Yunting turned around again and looked at him, as if he knew that his words would hurt Lin Han, and apologized in a calm voice.
Lin Han looked at him without dodging.
There was a familiar and quiet love in his eyes, but with a little more gentle sadness.
If the person in front of him was not He Yunting, when Lin Han saw such a look, he would definitely think that the other person was so upset that he was about to cry.
He wanted to hold the other person's hand more than ever, but in the end he took it back.
He Yunting must have something to say, and something must have happened in the memory he recovered.
It will make him subconsciously not want to speak.
"good."
Lin Han stopped asking.
Because of the mind-reading problem, he still has the habit of carrying gloves with him.
Lin Han lowered his head to take out the gloves, and just put them on his right hand, when he looked up, he saw He Yunting's tightly pursed cold lips and eyes full of pity.
He seemed to move closer, as if he couldn't help but want to kiss her, but was afraid that she would hear his thoughts, so he stopped moving.
He seemed to be still digesting the memories that had returned to his mind, as if he was still hesitating whether he should tell himself what had happened, and he hardened his heart to refuse his touch.
He seemed genuinely sad.
I want to get closer, but I can only stand where I am.
Lin Han's heart softened again.
"Wait a minute." He curled his eyes and paused for a moment.
He Yunting didn't know why and just looked at him silently.
Lin Han moved forward, put his right hand on the other's shoulder, and with his left hand, holding the glove that he had not yet put on, he lightly covered the other's lips.
The silk gloves felt cool and delicate to the touch. Before He Yunting could react, a pair of soft lips pressed against him.
Lin Han kissed him through her gloves.
He just stuck to the other person, very quietly, without any other movements.
When the soft gloves were stained with the warmth of his lips, Lin Han took two steps back and said, "That's all, don't be afraid."
Lin Han then put on the remaining glove and wanted to wave it in front of He Yunting: "I'll put it on--"
But before he could finish the rest of the words, the moment he made sure he had the gloves on, he was hugged by the other person.
He Yunting seemed to have been waiting for this moment, just like he had been waiting downstairs of Lin Han's building during those days when they couldn't talk it out.
He was waiting for him to put on the gloves, just like he was waiting for Lin Han to walk to the window and discover him inadvertently.
He Yunting was very silent, but he also hugged her very tightly, so tightly that Lin Han wanted to cry out in pain, but she swallowed back all the sounds because of the other party's obvious trembling with cherishment.
Even though Lin Han couldn't hear anything, he could easily sense from this hug that he was afraid.
Comforting him seemed to be a subconscious thing. Lin Han did not struggle and cooperated by letting him hold her. He even stretched out his gloved hand and patted the other's back gently.
"Don't be afraid," he said.
He Yunting, I'm here.
I will stand in front of you, I will hug you and love you.
Don't be afraid.
He Yunting has heard too many words of praise since he became an adult. Many people's eyes are on him, either admiring or admiring him. They say that he is the youngest general in the empire, hope, and a sharp blade. They praise his bravery, but are also afraid of his coldness.
But no one ever told him not to be afraid.
Lin Han felt He Yunting's emotional fluctuations, felt the hands clasped on her waist, and felt his unsteady breathing after hearing her comfort.
He is just an ordinary person.
After a long time, until He Yunting calmed down again, Lin Han finally heard his low voice.
"I'm so glad you're okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Lin Han's voice was light and soft, but she was still worried about He Yunting's memory recovery, so she asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
He Yunting shook his head on his shoulder.
"Have you remembered everything?" Lin Han said, looking at the ordinary stone.
"Yeah." He Yunting responded, let go of Lin Han a little, and said.
"It has something to do with me." Lin Han looked at him and said calmly, "The reason you don't want me to know."
"...Yeah." He Yunting's voice lowered a notch, and his arms, which had loosened slightly, hugged the person in his arms tighter, "I'm sorry."
"Is it something I shouldn't know?" Lin Han asked.
"No." This time He Yunting answered quickly, but he couldn't say the rest of the words.
No, that's exactly what you have the right to know.
He Yunting recalled the scenes he had just recalled, the middle-aged man with a paranoid look on his face who was eventually killed by his gun, and the man's hideous grin before he died.
It was the first time that he exposed his vulnerability so bluntly in front of Lin Han. He rested his chin on his shoulder and buried himself deeper: "I..."
I'm just afraid you'll be sad.
But he couldn't possibly let Lin Han wear gloves forever. Even if Lin Han understood and cooperated with him, once the dusty secret was revealed, how could he easily say he didn't care?
"If possible, I hope Mr. Lin will never know." He paused for a moment before speaking.
He Yunting was still not used to calling him by his nickname, and even though the two of them had done everything, he would still call him Mr. Lin from time to time, with a respectful tenderness that was different from others.
He wants to ask, do you still remember your mother.
He wanted to say it didn't matter, no one could hurt you now.
But He Yunting couldn't utter a word.
He clearly just wanted Lin Han to be able to do whatever he wanted without any worries, to be happy forever and to be innocent forever.
He Yunting felt the other person gently stroking his back.
I can’t say I regret it, after all, it was my own choice to get my memory back.
It’s just a pity that he couldn’t even figure out this most basic logic.
When Lin Han heard what He Yunting said, his movements hesitated for a moment.
This time, He Yunting finally didn't wait for Lin Han to speak and said the rest of the words himself.
"But I have already made a decision for you without your permission." He Yunting's voice became lighter when he said this.
He sighed and looked at him deeply: “If Mr. Lin wants to know…”
"This time, the decision is in your hands."
"Okay." After a long time, Lin Han moved his lips, "Then I won't ask you anymore."
He raised the corners of his mouth again and pulled his gloves: "I'll wait for you to tell me."
Lin Han saw He Yunting nodded, then continued: "But you have to believe me too."
He Yunting reached out to grab Lin Han's gloved fingers, as if after recovering his memory, he began to eagerly want to contact Lin Han, whether it was a hug or holding hands, as if this could prove that he had lived a good three years, with a smooth life and work.
"I'm not as fragile as you think." Lin Han felt He Yunting holding onto her right hand, and then squeezed all five of her fingers into it, tightly holding them together. She smiled, "You have to trust Mr. Lin."
"There's no need to tell me today," Lin Han picked up the stone, "but give me this one too, okay?"
He Yunting's expression softened at this moment: "Okay."
But he couldn't help thinking that the gifts were the same both times and there seemed to be nothing new.
But he always keeps silent and won't say it now.
Lin Han seemed to know what he was thinking: "It's different."
"The one before was your birthday present to me."
"I asked you for this myself," Lin Han said with a smile, as if he really didn't care about those memories related to him. "Just think of it as me bringing back those years when you were alone."
It is a recorder and a witness.
Then I hide it, which can also be regarded as taking back the time without me.
The nebula will surely appear again, and the tulips will surely bloom again.
From then on we never missed each other again, and all the shortcomings were slowly filled, little by little, year after year.
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Now that he has returned to the base, He Yunting cannot go back immediately. The training results need to be tested, and the newly introduced batch of weapons also need to be counted.
When Lu Anhe sent Lin Han back, he saw that both of them were in good condition. He finally breathed a sigh of relief after being frightened all the way.
Lin Han was no different from usual. He still thanked him with a polite smile, but he did not mention what happened that year.
It’s just that Lu Anhe is very strange.
Logically, the two of them should have talked it out, but his boss didn't leave the room all day, didn't give any orders, and didn't even come out to eat.
He Yunting locked himself in the room for too long.
He couldn't help thinking about what happened three years ago.
He didn't know what to say to Lin Han, or how to start the conversation.
Did he want to tell Lin Han directly that his name had been included in the "Burning Blood" plan from the very beginning?
He should tell him directly that Lin Han was accidentally pushed down and had scratches at one point in college, but the school hospital insisted on drawing blood from him just to get his personal sample?
It's just that I realized it too late -
But fortunately, we can still catch up.
He Yunting's eyes dimmed, and the day three years ago came back to his mind like a needle.
He didn't let anyone succeed, and his actions were very successful. He even followed the clues to find the person behind the scenes and solved the problem in the cleanest way, ensuring that there would be no emergencies.
He just didn't expect that the surprise would come from the man's last words before his death.
The decision maker at that time was called Gu Miao, who had been shot through the heart by He Yunting, but his eyes were still crazy, flashing with cruelty and coldness, and he even mentioned a cruel event in the past in a casual manner.
"—Do you know how his mother died?"
"You like him so much, can you bear not looking for him or having any contact with him for the rest of your life?" The man was pierced by a bullet but did not die immediately. He said to He Yunting mockingly.
"Do you know that your Mr. Lin can read minds? You protected him. Even if you could hold back everything, it would be useless. He would eventually hear what you were thinking, and then be tortured by the truth—"
"Bang--"
He fired another shot into the dying man.
The opponent's blood splashed on his face, but He Yunting's expression was calm and his blue eyes were like a cold glacier that never melted all year round.
"Then let me forget about these things too."
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