So warm, so gentle.
It nourished his heart and gradually warmed his every limb.
It's like being alive again.
His eyes were slightly moist, he pursed his lips and replied softly: "Okay."
Faced with such a fact, Zhou Jing'an couldn't accept it all at once.
Since arriving here, he has been receiving new and unfamiliar knowledge every day.
For a native ancient person like Zhou Jing'an, it was impossible to accept it in a short period of time, nor was it possible for him to accept and get used to it by just learning and memorizing it.
He has been holding back his anger these past few days and buried himself in his studies, wanting to fit in as quickly as possible. He didn't want Jiang Ling to worry, but he also hoped that he could do well, suppress his confusion, and make himself look like everything was fine.
Until today, faced with the fact that Da Gan might not exist, the string that had been stretched tight for a long time was about to break, and he almost collapsed.
Even though Hu Hu and Jiang Ling told him that Da Gan did exist, he still couldn't recover.
Once that energy is lost, it is difficult to muster up the courage again.
He hugged Jiang Ling and buried his head in her neck. His nose felt sore, revealing his vulnerability for the first time.
"Ling'er, I'm so tired..."
His voice was so soft that it seemed to dissipate with a single blow.
Jiang Ling's eyes turned red with distress. She just hugged him tightly and didn't let go, saying over and over again: "I'm with you, I'm here, Zhou Jing'an, you don't have to be afraid, I'm always by your side..."
After that, Zhou Jing'an stayed in his study every day and rarely came out.
Jiang Ling knew that he was trying to convince himself.
Slowly, slowly let yourself accept these things.
She couldn't help him much and could only accompany him silently.
Afraid that Zhou Xian would worry, Jiang Ling asked the dean to take care of him for a few days. She stayed with him every day, bringing him meals, eating with him, and then cleaning up and leaving.
She wouldn't stay in there too long, for fear of disturbing him.
Only occasionally some fruit, tea and milk were sent in.
She opened the door. The room was very dark. The curtains were drawn, and only when the sea breeze blew did a gap appear, allowing light to filter in. She saw Zhou Jingan sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch.
He was still wearing the light blue round-necked robe he had worn on the day he questioned Da Gan's existence. His hair was loose and he lowered his head, covering most of his face.
Blue stubble appeared, he was thinner, and his features became more defined.
Jiang Ling looked into his calm eyes and her heart ached.
She calmed herself down, smiled, and walked over. "I bought some tea today. It's very similar to the Guzhu Zisun tea you like. Would you like to try it?"
Putting it next to him, Jiang Ling also sat on the ground next to him.
Fortunately, it was a wooden floor and she laid a carpet, so the room was not cold and she wouldn't catch a cold when sitting on the floor.
Zhou Jing'an's quiet eyes showed a ripple only when he heard Jiang Ling's voice.
He looked at the cup of tea, which was steaming and smelled delicious.
He picked it up and took a sip, then said softly, "It tastes good."
Jiang Ling put her arms around his waist and buried herself in his arms, not saying a word, just holding him quietly.
Sometimes Zhou Jing'an sits here all day, thinking about nothing; sometimes he reads books to learn about obscure technologies or the Internet.
His heart was beating steadily, and sometimes he felt that he was as good as dead.
He would only be moved when Jiang Ling came.
He hugged her back, smelling the familiar scent on her body, and the sense of security made him want to cry for a moment.
Zhou Jing'an despised himself for being like this.
Cowardly, incompetent, and cowardly, this is not like him at all. Where did the Zhou Jing'an who used to gallop across the battlefield and make things happen with a wave of his hand go?
He can't seem to find it.
It was clearly him who begged to come here, and now that his dream has come true, he stays here every day to escape reality.
He loved her, but made her worry about him every day.
Zhou Jing'an felt useless.
What he promised her when he first came here was that he would integrate well here, earn money to buy her a lot of things, and protect her, just like he did in Da Gan.
But not only did he fail to do it, he also defeated himself.
This place was so unfamiliar that he felt overwhelmed, didn't know what to do, and didn't know where to start.
A tear fell, Zhou Jing'an frowned and closed his eyes, unable to utter a word.
The two of them hugged each other quietly, and Jiang Ling spoke, telling him some little things with a smile.
She said she found out there was a supermarket next to the community that would have a sale after 9 p.m., selling vegetables, fruits, and cakes at a low price for an hour before closing, and many people rushed to grab them.
She said that when she was buying breakfast this morning, a dirty kitten followed her for a long time. She bought some sausages to feed it, and it ate them with relish.
She said she found an interesting recipe, stir-frying tomatoes and pineapples together. She wondered if it would taste bad, so she would try it tomorrow and bring it to him to try.
......
Zhou Jing'an listened very carefully to such an ordinary little thing.
"Ling'er, thank you..." he said with a sob.
Jiang Ling concealed her tears, held his face, and kissed his forehead and eyes.
She smiled, her eyes curved like a boat and a crescent moon.
"You're welcome." She said playfully.
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