Just then, she heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the floor behind her, accompanied by a low, husky, and languid voice:
"Yan Yan, do you like that white jade rose?"
Upon hearing this question, she immediately turned to look at him sitting in the electric wheelchair.
His hair was slightly disheveled, with stray strands hanging over his forehead. His narrow eyes still held a hint of panic that he hadn't had time to hide. His pajamas were unbuttoned, revealing his lean, fair chest, and he wasn't wearing shoes.
Did he think she had left?
That's why you rushed out to find her?
Hua Qingyan seemed to have discovered some secret of his, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
She walked up to him in his slippers, her small hands behind her back. Instead of answering his question immediately, she cleared her throat twice and smiled.
"Hanhan, did you think I left?"
The next second, her petite body was pulled onto his lap by his iron-hard arms.
He rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling her delicate fragrance, and softly murmured "Mmm."
Ye Minghan recalled the moment just a minute ago when he opened his eyes to find his arms empty. For the first time in his life, he felt panicked and afraid that yesterday was just a dream.
He immediately threw off the blanket, braced himself with one hand on the wheelchair, and electrically controlled the wheelchair to find her.
Hua Qingyan sensed his panic, wrapped her small arms tightly around his waist, and leaned against his left chest, saying earnestly:
"Hanhan, you are all I have in this world. I will not go anywhere else but by your side."
These words were like a ray of warm sunshine, instantly illuminating Ye Minghan's dark heart, which he never opened to the outside world.
He immediately hugged the soft, delicate woman in his arms even tighter; she was his light, his salvation.
His deep eyes were filled with a morbid madness.
Last night was the best night's sleep he'd had in fourteen years.
Having suffered from insomnia for years, he slept through the night for the first time, and the violence in his heart began to subside.
For the past fourteen years, he has had difficulty falling asleep.
Every night, he could only manage to sleep for four or five hours with the help of sleeping pills imported from abroad.
Perhaps due to excessive medication, his inner rage grew stronger, repeatedly prompting him to contemplate mass murder.
Yesterday, the moment he saw her for the first time, his heart, which had felt like it was missing a half, was finally pieced back together.
Ye Minghan gazed at the white jade rose on the wooden shelf, which he had seen along the Atlantic coast three years ago during his travels.
When it caught his eye, a blurry image appeared in his mind, and the voice told him that this was her favorite flower.
On a whim, he bought it for two silver dollars.
Now, he is quite certain that "she" is the little one in his arms.
He gently raised his chin, looked down at her rosy profile, and whispered, "Yan Yan, don't leave me."
His low, husky voice held a hidden, turbulent undercurrent, as if warning her not to even think about escaping.
The girl who had been with him for most of the century understood the hidden meaning in his words.
She then raised her little hands to hug his neck, lifted her pretty little face, and smiled more brightly than a flower, tilting her head and saying sweetly:
"You're the one who shouldn't have driven me away, otherwise I'd be homeless and wandering the streets."
As soon as Hua Qingyan uttered those words, Ye Minghan's expression turned cold. He tightened his grip on her hand, gently kissing her hair, his rosy lips slightly parted:
"From now on, wherever I am will be your home."
The domineering tone in his words flowed like streams, filling the girl's heart and forbidding her from even having the slightest thought of leaving, let alone considering herself a pitiful little girl without a home.
His long, slender hand gently stroked her thin back, his deep eyes filled with heartache for her.
When he heard her say she was already seven years old yesterday, he frowned deeply.
It's simply because she's so light, weighing less than 30 pounds.
Clearly, she had been in very poor material conditions for the past seven years.
However, it's okay, he will take good care of her and make her healthy in the days to come.
The girl looking up at him had already taken in the tenderness in his eyes.
Her beautiful eyes, like those of a sky full of stars, shimmered with starlight. A slight smile played on her lips as she gently hooked her arm around the back of his neck and said with a laugh:
"Yes, wherever you are, that's my home."
She then lowered her head and touched her tummy with her small hand, her smile fading, and said with a wronged expression:
"Can we have breakfast now? I'm hungry."
Upon hearing this, Ye Minghan's eyes slightly lifted, his smile deepening. He placed his large hand over her small one and softly said:
"Okay, let's go out to eat now, and I'll go shopping for new clothes with you at noon."
When he saw the rough, worn-out, and outdated fabric of her clothes, he couldn't help but furrow his delicate brows.
If it weren't for the fact that it was already late yesterday, he would have immediately brought the boat ashore and gone down to buy all the necessities for her.
The girl sitting in his lap didn't care what she was wearing.
Seven years ago, she definitely wouldn't have been able to stand this irritating fabric.
But there was no other way. Poor families were already very fortunate to have clothes made of coarse hemp to cover their bodies, so she dared not be picky.
She only knew from her own experience that during that period, the poor at the bottom of society were grateful to have even a bite to eat, let alone clothes.
In those seven years, she had heard from Yu Yuanyuan about many people who had starved to death and ordinary people who had lost their lives to war.
But in this chaotic world, one cannot stand out.
She was well aware of the drawbacks that her appearance would bring, so she was now truly not picky at all; she just wanted to survive until she was a hundred years old with him.
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