Chapter 102 Sharing Pain, Walking Hand in Hand Towards Happiness
Fu Hanchuan remained silent for a long time, or perhaps he dared not make a sound.
Until Wen Yanyu let go of his hand.
She slowly turned over from the other side and carefully snuggled into his arms.
Fu Hanchuan stared blankly at the person so close to him, his mind a complete blank, only his heart pounding wildly.
Wen Yanyu raised her eyes and looked at the man in the darkness. Her dark, bright eyes were filled with mist, as if she was about to shed tears at any moment.
"I don't want to be separated from you."
Wen Yanyu's voice was very soft, so soft that it was slightly choked up, so soft that it couldn't hide the longing that had finally been unearthed.
Fu Hanchuan was stunned for a moment. When their eyes met, the intense emotions in Wen Yanyu's eyes, almost solidified into a tangible form, nearly overwhelmed him.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes suddenly flashed with emotion, his breathing trembled violently, but his body was stiff and he couldn't move.
for a long time.
Fu Hanchuan opened his mouth but made no sound. He simply reached out and wrapped his arms around Wen Yanyu's waist, burying his face in the crook of Wen Yanyu's shoulder.
Wen Yanyu snuggled closer to him and repeated, "We won't separate."
Listening to that gentle voice in my ear.
A sweet and sour feeling enveloped him.
The feeling is like suddenly falling into a sea of honey with a loud thud. You think you can swim to shore, but the moment you fall, you find the sea full of razor blades.
The razor blade pierced his skin, causing him unbearable pain, yet the sweet syrup there made him unwilling to save himself, even though the pain was excruciating.
In that instant, all the timidity born of the past, the inferiority complex born of love, and all the estrangement and restraint he had built in his heart crumbled and collapsed.
He didn't want to think about what the future would hold.
I don't want to care about love, hate, grudges, right or wrong.
He just wants to hold onto the happiness of the moment.
Fu Hanchuan felt a lump in his throat, and the tears that had been welling up in his eyes fell without any restraint or suppression.
He held the person in his arms tightly, their fingers intertwined, so tightly that it seemed he wanted to embed Wen Yanyu into their flesh and blood, to melt into their bones.
The emotions that had been suppressed for many days erupted like a torrent: pain, grievance, fear, guilt, and reluctance turned into lines of bitter tears that could not be stopped.
Fu Hanchuan cried uncontrollably, repeatedly pleading, "Don't separate, please don't, don't leave me alone, don't hate me. I know I'm not worthy to be with you, not even worthy to apologize."
"I'm a jerk. You're all I have left. I don't want to be separated from you, I don't want you to hate me, I don't want to hurt you. I'll change, I'll change, I'll change into the person you like. Please don't hate me, don't leave me alone."
The frustration of being inexplicably blocked, and the anger of failing to reach the other party several times.
The fear of learning that someone's life is hanging by a thread while on a business trip abroad, and the constant flight delays during a rainstorm.
Sitting alone in the rest room, feeling the despair of being abandoned.
The cold, unfamiliar look in his eyes when we first met after I returned to China.
"I'm scared, Yan Yan. Don't leave me alone. I can't live without you. I don't want to be alone anymore."
Fu Hanchuan cried incessantly, unable to catch his breath, his voice hoarse and broken.
She was already feeling incredibly wronged, but she only dared to carefully hold the boy's hand and press it against her cheek, pleading intermittently, "Don't abandon me, I'm scared, please don't leave me, Yan Yan, anything is fine, I can't, I can't live without you."
Wen Yanyu's eyes reddened, and she raised her hand to wipe away the man's tears. Her eyelashes trembled, and tears fell unconsciously.
He certainly knew that separation was a painful thing.
Wen Yanyu got very close, almost pressing his entire body against hers.
Fu Hanchuan hugged him tightly as well.
It was a closer embrace than usual.
On a winter day with the underfloor heating on, this posture is actually not comfortable, and can even feel stuffy and uncomfortable.
But this posture greatly filled the shared insecurity in their hearts, as if a missing piece in their hearts had finally been filled, and neither of them was willing to let go of the other.
I cried on and off for too long, which slightly affected my vocal cords. When I try to speak normally, my throat becomes hoarse and painful.
Fu Hanchuan spoke slowly and deliberately, very seriously: "If one day, I'm really, really tired, and I really can't keep going anymore..."
Tell me, don't leave me alone, let's be together, don't leave me alone, I just want to be with you.
Fu Hanchuan, his eyes red, repeated the question over and over, just to get an answer—even if it couldn't be verified, even if it couldn't put his mind at ease.
"good."
That night.
The two talked for a long time.
a lot of.
From our childhood, the happy moments, the difficult past, to the day we met, the initial emotional journey, and the trivialities of daily life.
Until the unknown future.
The next New Year, each other's birthdays, our respective hometowns, the scenery of different countries, and the indulgence after recovery.
Wen Yanyu curled up in the man's arms, already so sleepy that her consciousness was hazy. Her eyelids were drooping wildly, and she was still mumbling in her sleep: "My sister raised a little calico cat, but it's gone. From now on, we'll raise a kitten together."
"good."
"Can I not go to the office tomorrow? I miss you. Come draw with me, and then we can go together the day after tomorrow... I'll help you... with the documents."
With his tense nerves relaxing, Fu Hanchuan also felt sleepy and mumbled a reply, "Okay."
"I also want to take you... to my hometown, to eat, to eat delicious food." Wen Yanyu's breath hit her chest, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "And your hometown, I want to see it too."
The words were spoken.
Finally unable to hold on any longer, Wen Yanyu drifted off to sleep. Fu Hanchuan glanced at the person in his arms, then closed his eyes, which were already too heavy to keep open, and followed her into a deep sleep.
The blackout curtains blocked out all light, making the room dim, and the two slept side by side.
Outside the window.
The clouds and mist dispersed.
The sky was bright.
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