She just can't accept Ye Junlin's situation yet...
Holding her hand, he felt the dampness of her palm. Looking down, he opened her hand and saw a blood-red mark. He frowned, somewhat lost in thought.
Tang Yaoyao didn't notice his expression. Giving him her hand didn't mean she would go with him. She took a deep breath before saying, "I'll go back when he comes out."
"Um."
This time, he didn't refuse. He cupped her face in his other hand and placed a comforting kiss on her forehead, without pulling away: "The ground is cold."
His breath lingered around her nostrils, carrying his unique scent, and her insecure heart gradually calmed down a little.
Then, he stretched out his long arms, picked her up in a princess carry, walked to a bench nearby, and gently put her down.
Su Mei felt a lump in her throat as she watched this scene. Thankfully, Fourth Master was there; it seemed only Fourth Master could make her relax.
Her toes hurt when she ran up, so she took off her shoes when she got there. That's when she noticed his gaze on her bleeding right foot.
Xiao Jinhan did not sit beside her, but knelt at her feet. His four slender fingers gripped his sleeve, and he gently wiped the dust from the soles of her feet. His eyes held deep emotions that were slowly spreading.
She tried to pull her foot back, but he held it, preventing her from moving an inch.
She pursed her lips and said, "Your clothes are dirty."
"Dust can cause inflammation."
Tang Yaoyao's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of light, and the sunlight streaming through the window cast soft, gentle shadows on him.
If this hadn't happened, she would never have imagined he could be so gentle.
Xiao Jinhan didn't look up, nor did he stop wiping the dust off her feet: "Sixteen, the lives and deaths of other people are none of my business. You are mine, and I can't accept that you would disregard your own health for him, even though he saved your life."
She parted her lips slightly, but suddenly didn't know how to respond to him.
“No one can compare to you. If you stubbornly continue to hurt yourself by sitting at the door for his sake, I cannot forgive you. Because to me, he is him, and you are you. He saved your life, and I will express my gratitude in my own way, but certainly not by making you hurt again.”
He spoke to her in a very calm tone, his voice low and pleasant, without any threat, as if they were discussing everyday matters, yet every word he spoke touched her deeply.
There is no such thing as true empathy in this world. She couldn't understand his emotions just now, but his words were easy to understand.
What he wanted to express was that no matter what anyone did, it wouldn't leave a mark on his heart, because he only cared about her life and death, and cared about every little thing about her, and didn't care about anything else.
This is the most genuine possessiveness of a man who likes her, even to the point of being somewhat obsessive.
The fact that he didn't forcibly take her away at this moment was already the biggest concession he could make to both her and Ye Junlin.
Her hand trembled slightly involuntarily; the feeling she had just experienced was indeed not an illusion.
So, he thought she was thinking of Ye Junlin wholeheartedly and would abandon him because of his life-saving grace. Reaching out to her was his final act of tenderness towards her.
Tang Yaoyao looked down at him, unable to see his face clearly, but she could see that his feet had been wiped very clean, and the blood stained the cuffs of his white shirt like blooming roses, which was somewhat shocking.
Her nose tingled, her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but pout, her voice trembling as she murmured, "Fourth Brother..."
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