Chapter 132 Crying Bunny, Apologizing Puppy
Wen Yanyu quickly put away her phone.
"It's nothing." Wen Yanyu forced a smile and pretended to be nonchalant. "I was just wondering when I could go back to the city. It's too cold in the mountains, and my body can't take it."
Because she still had a cold, Wen Yanyu's voice was still a bit hoarse and broken from the lingering effects of her cold, but just listening to it sent shivers down one's spine.
Fu Zhiyan lowered her eyes, her gaze lingering on the boy's haggard face for a long time before slowly moving away.
“No matter what happened before, you would always ask me, ‘Do you only like dogs?’”
The voice was flat, without any emotional fluctuation, as if it were just a casual complaint, yet somehow it also carried a hint of grievance.
Wen Yanyu was taken aback, her heart suddenly in turmoil, and she avoided the man's gaze as if trying to escape.
"sorry."
His trembling voice clearly indicated emotional instability.
Fu Zhiyan paused, stopped what she was doing, walked around from behind to Wen Yanyu's front, and squatted down.
Fu Zhiyan looked up at Wen Yanyu.
"I'm sorry, my way of speaking caused you to misunderstand."
“I just wanted to know why you seemed unhappy, that’s why I asked. You didn’t do anything wrong and you don’t need to apologize to me.”
Fu Zhiyan bowed his head and apologized to him, adopting a subservient posture that made him look down on him completely.
It was another kind of forceful, unyielding embrace that tightly enveloped him, exposing all his secrets and leaving him no choice but to look into those eyes.
Fu Zhiyan has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, deep yet gentle, with eyelashes like raven feathers, each one distinct. Even the innate cold gray tone of her eyes might make one think that the owner of these eyes is a cold and unapproachable person at first glance.
But the gaze that Fu Zhiyan gave him was always gentle and tender.
Those eyes, still as gentle as they had looked at each other a thousand times before, now made his heart tremble and made him want to run away even with just a simple glance.
It carried a sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite place where he had seen it before.
A strange sense of disorientation.
And from the very beginning, he was deliberately avoiding, deliberately ignoring, and afraid to look directly at it.
bid farewell.
Wen Yanyu's eyes trembled with soreness, her throat tightened, and she wanted to explain something, but found that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
With each breath, a sour taste filled my nasal cavity and eye sockets.
He knew why he had suddenly become so sensitive.
It wasn't just the incurable psychological illness that caused the aftereffects, but also a certain unease that arose in my heart from the moment I came to know.
His intuition was always surprisingly sharp at times, but it was often deliberately ignored because he was afraid to face it. He would only realize it belatedly after it happened, when in fact he already knew it long before it occurred.
Just like on New Year's Eve, he realized he had fallen in love with Fu Hanchuan, and then distanced himself from him, yet couldn't help but get closer.
After being controlled by the plot to confess his feelings to Fu Hanchuan, when Fu Hanchuan came to him, he only needed to say one thing: that he was just creating hype and that he didn't like Fu Hanchuan.
Given Fu Hanchuan's indulgence of him, as long as he continued to act, they could become friends again, and Fu Hanchuan could also pretend that nothing had happened. He chose to escape.
And like.
On the day he was bound to Fu Zhiyan, after being repeatedly tortured to death, and as he vented his anger on Fu Zhiyan time and time again, he would always calm down whenever he looked into Fu Zhiyan's eyes.
He should have realized that.
It wasn't his fault.
He simply didn't dare.
He dared not admit the fact that terrified him.
Just like now.
He dared not think about what had happened to Fu Zhiyan, dared not think about where that farewell came from, or whether it was just a farewell across the world.
It was still a farewell separated by life and death.
I didn't dare to think about it.
Where does that sense of familiarity about Fu Zhiyan come from?
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, her knuckles clenching the fabric so tightly they turned white, and her vision began to blur.
A cold touch came from my cheek.
"I'm sorry, I won't ask anymore. If I don't want to talk about it, I won't. It was my fault."
Fu Zhiyan raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, her voice still gentle: "Sweetie, don't cry."
Wen Yanyu then realized that, without her noticing, tears had already streamed down her face.
Wen Yanyu hurriedly reached out the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, only to find that her tear ducts had reached an absurd level, and the tears flowed more and more fiercely, no matter how much she wiped them away.
Only tears.
There was not a sound.
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