“Yan Gui…” Feng Guang uttered his name once, then fell silent. It wasn’t that she had nothing to say, but when she read those two words, she was reminded of herself in the past, calling Lu Zhiyuan the same way. Now, those memories of Lu Zhiyuan felt like the greatest irony to her.
Yan Gui was very quiet. He was waiting patiently for Feng Guang to say something. Perhaps if Feng Guang just kept silent, he would patiently wait on.
After a long while, Feng Guang finally spoke again: "I have nothing more to say to you, so let's just say goodbye here."
He followed beside her, and said three words with a hint of panic and caution, "I'll take you."
"unnecessary."
"You... going back alone... I... I'm worried about you..." His voice was broken, as if he couldn't quite finish the sentence.
Feng Guang stopped in her tracks once more, looking at him strangely. "You... is there something wrong with how you speak?"
She asked this question very cautiously, afraid that he might actually have some problem and that her words might hurt his sensitive spot.
Yan Gui slowly shook his head, his voice possessing a unique, captivating huskiness, "I...don't like...talking..."
Because he hasn't spoken to anyone for so long, he doesn't speak sentences longer than three words as fluently as a normal person.
Her curiosity was piqued by the scenery, and she asked, "Then why don't you like to talk?"
"A waste of energy." He gave this answer without hesitation.
Feng Guang remained silent for a moment, then blinked, thinking that this man must have some quirks. "Since you thought it was a waste of your energy, why are you willing to talk to me now?"
Since he's a strange person, we should just let his strangeness continue.
Yan Gui remained silent for a while, seemingly thinking about what to say. Time slowly passed, and when he saw Feng Guang impatiently turning to leave, he hurriedly grabbed her hand and blurted out without thinking, "I'm afraid if I don't say anything... you'll leave..."
This was probably the longest sentence he ever spoke, yet the most fluent one.
She paused, looking at him in surprise, her mind still a little blank.
Yan Gui lowered his gaze to look at her, his eyes flickering like starlight in the night sky, darker and more captivating. He whispered again, trying to murmur, "I'm afraid... you'll leave..."
"What will happen if I leave?" Feng Guang unconsciously lowered her voice as well. She still remembered that when she first met him, he only knew how to play with his phone and did not care about anything around him. At that time, it was so obvious that he was socially anxious.
He seemed to treat her somewhat specially, but she wasn't sure what that special treatment meant.
Yan Gui slowly tightened his grip on her wrist. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, dappling his body with sunlight. Dressed in black, he was bathed in sunlight, a seemingly contradictory sight that made him appear as if he had stepped out of a painting.
He said, "I'm so scared... if I don't hold on tight to you... you'll... be taken away by another man..."
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