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"But—" Ye Wenyu choked out as she answered Lin Tingfeng. She raised her small, tear-streaked face, which looked pitiful in the snowy light.
Lin Tingfeng was somewhat frightened. He was terrified of the word "but," as it was often followed by very unfortunate news!
He shook his head inwardly, wanting to growl at her. He didn't want "buts," he wanted her to agree, to nod.
He gazed at her, his eyes gradually reddening with the pain in his heart.
The darkness of night has a suffocating oppressive quality.
"But my mother is dead, waaaaah, waaaah—" Ye Wenyu could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
Lin Tingfeng relaxed, like a person whose throat had been tightened with a rope, and now that the rope around his neck had been loosened, he could breathe freely again.
He stepped forward, reached out, and hugged the weeping Ye Wenyu tightly. He gently patted her back and comforted her tenderly, saying, "Don't be sad, I'm here."
He was the first to know about her mother's death. When she needed comfort most, he worried that the ongoing divorce proceedings would ultimately fail, so he didn't visit her, comfort her, or stay with her.
He wasn't there for her when she needed him most.
Looking back now, it was indeed a bit excessive. There are some important occasions in life that you absolutely cannot miss.
He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and lowered his head to kiss her hair tenderly. A gentle light filled his eyes.
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on their hair and shoulders—it was incredibly romantic.
Ye Wenyu, still like a wronged little animal, nestled in Lin Tingfeng's arms and cried freely. His embrace was as hot as fire. She clenched her small fists and gently pounded his chest, repeatedly complaining to him, "Where did you go? Where did you go? Where were you when I needed you the most? Why didn't you appear?"
Lin Tingfeng paused, sighed, feeling both happy and pained. He reached out and gently stroked her back repeatedly, as if comforting a child. Gazing into the darkness, he explained softly, "I've been fighting a divorce. My ex-wife isn't an easy woman to deal with. I'm worried about failing. If the divorce fails, I'll lose you completely, so I can't let my guard down. I've heard about your mother's situation. I'm sorry I only came now; it's my fault."
He reached out and helped her stand up straight. In the swirling snow of the night, he took off his gloves and used his warm hands to wipe away the tears on her face, worried that the roughness and coldness of the leather gloves might hurt her little face. At that moment, her face, soaked with tears, seemed as delicate as moonlight.
He said with utmost seriousness, "Xiaoyu, I swear to you now, this is the first and the last time. From now on, no matter what happens to you, big or small, joyful or sorrowful, I will be there for you the moment I arrive, and stay by your side. I will spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins, okay?"
Ye Wenyu felt a warmth in her heart as she listened, a surge of heat flowing through her chest. She took the hand that was wiping her tears, pressed her cold little face against his warm palm, and smiled sweetly.
It seemed as if soft music was playing in my ears.
Lin Tingfeng felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Ye Wenyu's radiant smile. He was intelligent enough to know that if a girl could laugh or cry because of a single word from you, the only explanation was that she deeply loved you!
Lin Tingfeng felt a happiness he had never experienced before, as if his feet were walking on colorful clouds. He hugged Ye Wenyu tightly again, looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky. He didn't feel cold at all; on the contrary, he felt comfortable, as if he were in springtime.
A smile appeared on his face as he marveled at how kind God had been to him, giving him such a beautiful and lovely girl as Ye Wenyu. He was willing to give everything for the rest of his life as long as she was with him.
Nestled in Lin Tingfeng's fiery embrace, Ye Wenyu whispered to him, "Tingfeng, our old home, is it still... still there?" She asked this question with a mix of nervousness, hope, and fear of disappointment.
How she longed to return to the home she and Lin Tingfeng used to share, instead of the cold dormitory. Now it was winter break, her senior year winter break, and all her roommates had gone home. The Spring Festival was just around the corner, and she really didn't want to spend it in the dormitory again.
That home, so clean, comfortable, beautiful, and upscale, shines brightly in her memories. The living room is always filled with fresh flowers, the kitchen is always stocked with fruit and snacks, the floors are gleaming like glass, and the ornate crystal chandelier is like dazzling stars. The study has towering bookshelves on all four walls, a piano, and exotic plants on the balcony—
Lin Tingfeng immediately replied, "Yes, of course it is. And I have Wang Ma come to clean it once a week. It's kept exactly the same as when you lived here. I'll take you home now."
"Okay, thank you, Tingfeng." Ye Wenyu stood on tiptoe and kissed Lin Tingfeng's handsome face, smiling sweetly.
Lin Tingfeng smiled as well, a warm feeling washing over him. His mind flashed through his mind like a montage of scenes from a movie, recalling all the things he had done in the past. He felt somewhat fortunate that he had acted decisively and ruthlessly back then.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have returned to his side so quickly when she had nowhere else to turn.
So he took her hand and said to her, "Come on, let's go home now. The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier. This year, I'm not going anywhere for the Spring Festival. I'll stay with you."
"Really? That's wonderful!" Ye Wenyu clapped her hands like a child, her face beaming with smiles.
Looking at her girlish expression, Lin Tingfeng held her hand even tighter. He would never let go of her again in this lifetime, not even if it cost him his life.
His car was parked not far away. He led her in, and along the way, Ye Wenyu was as happy as a little bird, constantly asking questions. Lin Tingfeng listened silently, recalling how she had looked when he got out of the car, squatting at the school gate, preoccupied, pale, and disheveled, as if she had lost her soul. Now, however, she was a completely different person.
He finally understood that he was so important to her. He had always thought that when she broke up with him so easily, showed no trust in him, and had no patience for him at all, fleeing like a wild animal in the forest, he was hurt. He thought that this girl didn't love him at all, that her heart was made of stone and iron, and that he could never warm it up.
Now he understands that she was in such a hurry to leave because she loved him too deeply.
He misunderstood.
Due to a misunderstanding, he did some things that could not be reversed, and now that I think about it—
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