Chi Xia climbed the stairs to the third floor and arrived at Han Junche's door. She took a deep breath before raising her hand and gently knocking on the door a few times.
After waiting for a while and receiving no response, Chi Xia knocked on the door again: "A-Che, are you there?"
Inside the room, the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were originally meant to let in light, were now covered by blackout curtains, making the entire room quite dark.
Han Junche sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly lost in thought. Hearing Chi Xia's voice, he looked up towards the door, his thin lips slightly pursed, but he remained silent.
Chi Xia waited for a long time without receiving a reply from him, and knew that he probably didn't want to answer her.
However, since she had already come all this way and knew his condition, how could she leave so easily?
Chi Xia reached out and pressed the doorknob, preparing to enter uninvited. However, Han Junche, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, seemed to have lost his mind. Just as Chi Xia opened the door a crack, he suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and pushed the door shut with his hand.
Han Junche was stunned for a moment when he saw the door closed. After a moment of stunned silence, he simply went all the way and barricaded the door shut with his back against it.
Chi Xia looked at the door that had been closed again, and was also stunned. Then she pressed the doorknob and pushed it hard.
Great, the door isn't locked but it won't budge.
Chi Xia narrowed her eyes. Childish!
Chi Xia released the doorknob, leaned gently against the door frame, covered her chest with one hand, and said softly through the door, "A-Che... I'm so sad."
Han Junche, behind the door, twitched his dark eyes slightly, and his slender fingers unconsciously curled, but he remained silent.
Chi Xia didn't expect him to open the door with just one sentence, and continued to whisper through the door, "Ache, do you know? When you grabbed my neck, I didn't feel as bad as when I heard Jia Jing call you Ache today."
Upon hearing this, Han Junche glanced at the door, his handsome brows furrowing slightly, his thin lips moving slightly, but then he slowly closed them without making a sound.
Chi Xia sighed deeply: "You might think I'm being sentimental, but I think love is a matter between two people. Whether it's love or hate, it proves that you have me in your heart. But when I heard her call you A-Che, I started to have doubts for the first time. Was I too confident? Did you already have someone else in your heart without my knowledge?"
Her voice was low, filled with weariness and disappointment. Han Junche finally spoke, asking in a deep voice, "Am I really that unworthy of your trust?"
Being able to speak is a good thing.
Chi Xia breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "It's not that I don't trust you, but I care too much, so I'm anxious and insecure. If we hadn't gone through those things before, if I had always been by your side, I definitely wouldn't be so anxious and insecure, and I definitely wouldn't be so lacking in confidence."
Chi Xia raised her hand and patted the door: "Ache, I'm so tired. When we were collecting supplies, you and Chunli were the ones who threw them into the space. I was only responsible for organizing them and it took me a whole day. Today, I've been moving supplies all day. My hands are sore from moving them."
Han Junche glanced at the doorknob: "Go and have Xu Fan treat you."
"I don't want to," Chi Xia began to whine, "I want A-Che to rub it for me."
Han Junche knew better than anyone that she was just being coquettish and trying to trick him into opening the door, but even though he knew it, he still couldn't help but worry and wanted to see how her hand was.
She's always been very delicate. If it were before the apocalypse, let alone moving so many supplies, she would have already run to his side and asked him to rub her hands and feet for her, even if it was just moving one item.
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