"No!" Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Yan hurriedly explained, "I came because I wanted to see you."
"Tonight is, and so it was before."
"It will be the same in the future."
Shen Qiyin was just teasing him, but she never expected him to take it seriously.
Hearing his serious reply, she felt a little embarrassed and smiled.
Xiao Yan, unaware of her prank, gazed at her intently, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of emotion she couldn't decipher.
It was as if something long sealed away had suddenly broken through the ice and seen the light of day again, possessing a bewitching power that made people afraid to stare at it for too long.
Xiao Yan is Xiao Yan; he either doesn't speak at all, or he speaks thoroughly.
It was as if he wanted to cut out his heart and show it to her.
She couldn't refuse, nor could she ignore it.
Miss Shen, still innocent of love, had no idea of the agonizing longing that was etched in her heart, and in a rather jarring way, she remarked, "But we just saw each other during the day."
You've only been apart for a short while, and you're already missing me?
Xiao Yan, feeling helpless but blushing, explained, "I've missed you terribly since I last saw you."
"Your face is already red, and you still want to talk?" She smiled, her voice brimming with laughter.
Xiao Yan pulled her hands over and placed them on his flushed cheeks, his eyes stubborn as he said, "You have to say it."
Even if your ears turn red, you still have to say it.
"Even if your neck turns red, you still have to say it."
“No matter what…” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was somewhat hoarse: “If Yinyin wants to hear it, then I will tell her.”
Now it was Shen Xiyin's turn to blush.
"What...what did you call me?"
"...marriage."
The two blushed, but neither let go of the other's hand, nor did they look away.
Stare intently for a long time, without blinking.
It was as if an invisible hand had bound their gazes together, fastened them in a knot, and then tentatively tugged at it a couple of times to make sure it was secure.
This was the first time Shen Xiyin had heard someone call her that.
Seeing that she stopped talking after he called her so affectionately, Xiao Yan felt a little uncertain: "You...don't like me calling you that?"
"……No."
It was just a name, nothing special, but she found it somewhat novel, and also had some... feelings that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She thought that perhaps it was because the person calling her that was Xiao Yan that she felt a little strange.
After all, he doesn't seem like the type to say such "sweet" things.
Xiao Yan: "From now on, I'll call you that in private, okay?"
"good."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's pale lips curved slightly upward.
He loosened his grip on her wrist, his fingertips gently rubbing the back of her hand, one stroke at a time, like a dog wagging its tail when it's happy.
Shen Xiyin was puzzled; was this all it took to make her happy?
This person...
She seems easily satisfied.
Lost in thought, her gaze inadvertently swept over the half-silver mask on Xiao Yan's face, and she couldn't help but be startled.
She had heard many rumors about the half of Xiao Yan's face that was covered by a mask.
Some say that he was stabbed as a child and accidentally injured his face, so he wore the mask to cover the scar.
Others say he was poisoned and his face is rotting.
Another theory is that he disfigured himself because he felt he was too beautiful.
...
In short, there are many conflicting opinions, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the falsehood.
Shen Xiyin was also quite curious.
Now that his face is right in front of her, and she's even touching it, she doesn't have the guts to just remove his mask to look at him directly. But if she asks him, he shouldn't be angry, right?
"Xiao Hanyu".
"Um?"
Shen Xiyin: "I have a question for you."
"If you are unwilling or it is inconvenient for you, you do not have to answer."
"But, can you not be angry?"
Xiao Yan looked at her with clear, gentle eyes and said good-naturedly, "Ask away, I won't be angry."
“It’s your face…” Shen Qiyin said carefully, “Why do you always wear a mask?”
"Is it because of an injury?"
"Or is it poisoning, as the rumors say?"
Xiao Yan shook his head slightly: "Neither."
Neither?
Shen Qiyin exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that you really stabbed your own face with a knife?!"
Xiao Yan frowned upon hearing this.
He chuckled helplessly, then bent a finger and gently tapped Shen Qiyin's forehead, saying, "Am I some kind of crazy person in your heart?"
"Why would I want to smash my own face for no reason?"
Shen Qiyin covered her forehead and explained, "It wasn't entirely without reason. They all say that you disfigured yourself because you thought you were too beautiful."
Xiao Yan didn't speak, just quietly looked at her.
After a long pause, Miss Shen, feeling guilty, gave in: "Alright, I guess I am a bit crazy."
"So, what exactly caused your face to break down?"
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