Chapter 54 My Heart Aches for You
A cool breeze brushed against his cheeks, but Shen Le'an felt no chill at all.
My heart was filled with the excitement of uncovering the secret.
The old lady told him that she had met Wang Yan when she went upstairs last time, and she had also seen Wang Yan's so-called friend.
What is he like?
Shen Le'an believed that the so-called friend was Wang Yan's boyfriend.
The friend was just an excuse to appease the old lady.
The old lady threw the trash into the bin, tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Oh, I remember now."
"Am I handsome?" Shen Le'an couldn't resist comparing himself to others. He pointed to himself, "Am I taller than me? Am I more handsome than me?"
The old lady looked him over carefully, then slowly shook her head. "He's taller than you, but whether he's as handsome as you, I don't know."
"Why?"
Shen Le'an frowned slightly and asked, puzzled.
A cool breeze blew by, and the old lady pulled her black coat tighter around herself. "Because he just had eye surgery, he's wearing an eye patch."
Shen Le'an nodded thoughtfully.
"So you didn't get a good look at what he looked like?"
“I didn’t see clearly.” The old woman paused, lowering her voice, “but that person had an outstanding demeanor, completely unlike someone who lives here.”
Shen Le'an frowned slightly, feeling very displeased. (He had an outstanding demeanor.)
"And what about me? How does my temperament compare to his?"
Jealousy can indeed distort a person's character. Shen Le'an completely forgot about humility and only focused on comparison.
The old lady shook her head, her tone filled with regret, "You are incomparable to him at all."
These words pierced Shen Le'an's chest like a knife, leaving him deeply frustrated.
His blood and qi surged to the top of his head, and Shen Le'an's chest heaved heavily with the qi.
"All right."
Shen Le'an shrugged nonchalantly, "Actually, it doesn't matter."
"Comparing people is a recipe for disaster, comparing goods is a recipe for disaster." The old lady nodded with satisfaction and said to Chen Le'an earnestly, "It's good that you think this way."
This statement was better left unsaid; Shen Le'an was so angry he was practically spitting blood.
“Auntie, it’s getting late.” Shen Le’an’s gaze fell on his watch again. “I have something to do, so I’ll be leaving now.”
"Okay, be careful on your way."
"Um."
Shen Le'an turned around and strode away, leaving the residential area as quickly as possible.
The cold wind kept blowing into his chest, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He felt like a live fish thrown onto the shore, which caused him immense suffering.
He vowed to find out who this person was, that he could be better than him in every way!
——
Wang Yan made a rather complicated lunch today.
Because he planned to stew pork ribs.
Because Wang Yan had been in the kitchen for a long time, Su Yueming came over as well.
He leaned against the door frame, his gaze fixed on the busy Wang Yan.
Wang Yan wore an apron around his waist, his head slightly lowered in concentration, his long, slender fingers soaking in water as he washed the sauerkraut.
It was a picture of perfect tranquility.
Su Yueming dared not make a sound at all, and even began to breathe softly, afraid of disturbing him.
Why did you come here?
Wang Yan still noticed him and turned his head to look at him.
"I miss you."
Su Yueming spoke in this way.
Wang Yan has become almost immune to Su Yueming's words after hearing them every day.
"It hasn't been that long, and you already miss me."
Wang Yan's voice held a hint of amusement, indicating his disbelief.
"Haven't you heard?" Su Yueming crossed his arms and argued, "A day apart feels like three autumns."
"Okay, I believe you."
Knowing he couldn't win the argument, Wang Yan had no choice but to believe him.
Su Yueming gave a smug hum, wishing time could stand still.
It stopped at this very second.
Unfortunately, time doesn't listen to him, and the sun eventually set behind the western mountains.
They ate their meal at the coffee table today.
After watching Su Yueming finish eating and put down his chopsticks, Wang Yan went to clear the dishes as usual.
"etc."
Su Yueming spoke up to stop him.
"What's wrong?" Wang Yan had no choice but to put down his chopsticks. "Are you not full?"
"I'll do the dishes today."
Wang Yan was somewhat surprised, but still said, "You can't see it."
"It's okay, you'll get used to it." Su Yueming smiled and said sincerely, "I want to help you with the housework. I don't want you to have to work so hard after you come home from work."
Wang Yan was moved by these words; no one had ever cared for him in all these years.
No one even asked him if he was tired.
Now Su Yueming has become the first person.
His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and his throat ached with a soreness.
"I...I'm not tired." Wang Yan tried to keep his voice down, not wanting Su Yueming to notice anything unusual.
Without warning, Su Yueming grabbed Wang Yan's wrist, his hot palm pressed against his pulse.
"But it hurts my heart."
Wang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly; he didn't want to disappoint Su Yueming's feelings.
"Oh well."
Su Yueming smiled again, his lips curving upwards into a perfect arc.
Wang Yan felt that he could see his curved eyes through the blindfold.
Su Yueming stood in the kitchen, where the other person's bowls and chopsticks were in the sink.
Do you want to wear gloves?
Wang Yan was still somewhat uneasy.
"No need, I'll be done washing soon."
Su Yueming carefully washed the dishes and chopsticks without slipping.
Wang Yan carefully examined the bowls and chopsticks, and to be honest, he had washed them quite clean.
"sharp."
Wang Yan praised him.
Su Yueming waved his hand and smiled modestly, "It's nothing."
Wang Yan's eyes welled up again, and he leaned over and hugged Su Yueming tightly.
He began to hate himself for having a terminal illness.
They resent that their lifespan is decreasing day by day.
Because Su Yueming made him want to continue living.
"I really wish time could turn back."
Wang Yan's voice was filled with regret.
He wanted to go back to his high school and pursue Su Yueming back then.
That way they can be together for a very long time.
"I don't want to."
Su Yueming shook his head and refused.
He prefers the present because Wang Yan is by his side, so he doesn't want to go back.
"If I leave, will you miss me?"
Wang Yan asked, his voice trembling.
Su Yueming looked up at Wang Yan, and their eyes met.
"I'll say it again." Su Yueming's tone became more forceful, like a demon whispering, "If you dare to leave me, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."
"That would be best."
Wang Yanming was smiling, but there was a sense of heartbreak in his voice. "Don't let me go, and don't forget me."
The next day was Saturday, so Wang Yan didn't set an alarm.
When I woke up, it was already 10 a.m.
Wang Yan was also stunned.
When did his sleep quality become so good?
However, as soon as he propped himself up, Su Yueming pulled him into his arms again.
"Sleep a little longer."
"It's already ten o'clock."
"Then stay up with me and sleep a little longer." Su Yueming's voice was hoarse from just waking up.
Wang Yan simply couldn't refuse Su Yueming, so he shamelessly agreed.
Just as her head rested on Su Yueming's shoulder, there was a knock on the door.
One tap after another, the tapping was very rhythmic.
"Who is it?" Su Yueming asked irritably. "Disturbing my sleep so early in the morning."
Wang Yan didn't know who it was either, and he hadn't ordered any deliveries lately.
The door was still being knocked on relentlessly. Wang Yan sat up halfway and said, "I'll go check it out."
Su Yueming didn't forget to remind Wang Yan, "Okay, but come back quickly."
"OK."
Wang Yan walked out of the bedroom wearing slippers.
Looking through the peephole, Wang Yan found no one outside.
But the door was still being knocked on.
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