Ruan Ruishu had had enough of this place. She shook her head, covered her injured hand, and ran away quickly, not even paying attention to Yang Yu'er.
The little dumpling stood there, stunned, tears welling up in her eyes without Feng Linyuan even speaking.
She turned around quickly, crying as she chased after Ruan Ruishu: "Big brother, wait for me—"
She was running too fast and didn't see the threshold under her feet.
Before its short legs could take the first step, it fell to the ground with a "thud," curled up into a ball of flesh, and rolled forward several times.
Even though he was bruised and battered, he didn't dare stop. He just stood up and hurriedly fled for his life.
The two walked away.
The researchers were all tidying up their things in their respective rooms.
Feng Linyuan stood alone in the empty courtyard, feeling the cool breeze blowing in his face.
The early autumn wind was actually quite pleasant, but it couldn't dispel the lingering restlessness in his heart.
He stood in the courtyard for a while, intending to go back to his room.
But as I left, my gaze couldn't help but fall on the love letters scattered by the wind in the courtyard.
The autumn wind, unable to read, haphazardly tumbled over the papers on the ground.
Seeing that several sheets of paper had fallen outside the other researchers' rooms, Feng Linyuan moved aside and quickly picked them up.
He admitted that for a moment, he did want to see what was on the paper.
But then I thought, he and Jinjin have already consummated their marriage, so why should he care about these things?
Even if he didn't believe that Jinjin would write these things to Ruan Ruishu, so what if she did?
He loves Jinjin now, so why dwell on the past and cause himself unnecessary trouble?
Feng Linyuan sighed, and finally took out a lighter and burned the few yellowed pieces of paper.
He patted off the smell of smoke from his clothes, making sure it wouldn't bother the frail boy, before going inside to find Si Jin.
I gave him a good bath, made some porridge to feed him, and then kissed him with peace of mind.
"You didn't sleep all night, did you? Your body isn't suited to staying up late. You've already developed dark circles under your eyes. It took you so long to get them back. Go get some sleep."
"I'll go outside for a smoke, then I won't bother you with the smoke."
Si Jin watched the person leave, opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.
Sure enough, it's impossible not to care.
But that was written by the original owner, not by him.
So, after Feng Linyuan closed the door and left, the boy once again propped himself up and got out of bed, went to the table, picked up the paper and pen that Feng Linyuan usually used for writing materials, and gently wrote two lines.
It was written in his own handwriting, completely different from the original owner's.
Then, he folded the paper, held it in his palm, and lay back down in bed.
He turned to look at the doorway.
Sure enough, after finishing his cigarette, Feng Linyuan took off his coat, brushed his teeth properly, and then went to check on Si Jin's condition.
Seeing that the person was still awake, his brows furrowed even deeper.
She went over and tucked the blanket around him again: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I have something for you." Si Jin lifted the blanket and handed the paper in her hand to Feng Linyuan.
The paper, still warm from the boy's hand, fell into Feng Linyuan's grasp.
The man seemed to sense something was amiss; he lowered his head and carefully opened the box.
The handwriting above is completely different from that of the burned love letter.
It contains two lines of beautiful and vigorous characters.
Ah Yuan, the moonlight was beautiful that night, I really love you.
—Qin Sijin.
A simple piece of paper was enough to dispel all the unhappiness in Feng Linyuan's heart.
So, Jinjin knew he was overthinking things.
He's so stupid!
As I thought about it, my eyes welled up with tears again.
Si Jin lay on the bed, staring at him without blinking, and said gently, "Didn't you tell me that I had to tell you if anything happened? Why don't you say anything when it comes to you? I have nothing to do with Ruan Ruishu, and I didn't write that thing."
"This is the first time I've ever written a love letter. It's kind of sentimental, so keep it safe and don't let anyone else see it."
As Si Jin spoke, she pulled the blanket down a little.
At the same time, she also took off her pajamas.
The unique kiss mark belonging to Feng Linyuan was exposed on her neck.
The boy pointed to the marks on his body and whispered, "A-Yuan, I only love you."
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