Her gaze involuntarily fell on the persimmon tree, and she suddenly remembered the joke they had made back then: all the leaves had fallen, so there was no trace of persimmons left.
She lowered her eyes and smiled, unable to explain the source of the complex emotions she felt.
When Jiang Siyan entered the house, this was the scene he saw: Su Er standing by the railing, staring blankly into space.
How many times has this happened? They've spent quite a bit of time together these days, and she's always seen staring blankly into space.
The two were only a few steps apart, yet Jiang Siyan felt a pang of melancholy, a sense of loss and uncertainty.
It was as if the person before me was a veil of mist that I could not grasp, and that when the wind rose, everything would be scattered with it.
When Jiang Siyan embraced her from behind, the water in her glass sloshed, her back stiffened for a moment, but she quickly let down her guard and pressed herself against his chest.
She doesn't deny that she cherishes this warmth.
"Aren't you cold?" Jiang Siyan asked in a deep voice, his lips close to her ear.
In the past, she would probably have turned around, hugged him, and said, "You're hugging me, why are you cold?"
Su Er shook her head slightly and said, "It's not cold."
Under the vast moonlit night, they nestled together, just as they had done countless times before.
Su Er thought that, at least at this moment, their hearts should be very close.
"How long has it been?" Jiang Siyan suddenly asked her.
Su Er hummed in response, not understanding what he was talking about, and looked puzzled. "What?"
"I can't sleep."
Su Er's faint smile froze. How did he find out?
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