It’s hard to tell, but Old Sang is quite reserved.
Before Sang Fan could speak, Xiao Yansheng suddenly understood and said to himself, "I get it, what’s that word? ‘Near the village, feel timid!’ Are you shy when you see Xia Qiong! Are you!”
The more he spoke, the more he felt this was the truth, and Xiao Yansheng suddenly felt his responsibility grow.
Seeing that his good brother’s future happiness was in his hands, he would definitely go all out, using all his strength to help Old Sang pursue his unattainable white moonlight!
Sang Fan looked down at his phone, completely unaware of what the person beside him was thinking.
. : What did you eat? [Cat waves its paw]
Shen Yue: Picture.
Sang Fan clicked on the picture.
The dishes were very light and looked unappetizing.
Xiao Yansheng had been talking for a long time, his mouth dry. There was no sound from beside him, which he found a bit disappointing. He turned his head to look.
In the dim light, Sang Fan’s expression was obscure. His dark eyes stared intently at his phone, and the cigarette in his hand slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground.
Xiao Yansheng leaned closer to look. It was just a very simple photo, with plain dishes, nothing special. A hand was also visible, and he had to admit, the hand was quite beautiful.
But it wasn’t enough to stare for so long.
“Old Sang?”
“Old Sang!”
“Old Sang…”
After calling out several times, Sang Fan finally seemed to snap back to reality. His sharp, handsome face was very tense, his eyes deep, and veins subtly bulged on the back of his hand.
Finally, Sang Fan just took a deep breath, as if suppressing some surging emotion, and said in a low voice, “It’s nothing.”
—
Lately, insomnia has been getting worse. Sang Fan’s mental state is on the verge of madness. He climbed out of bed and sat on the edge, smoking. He savored the taste of nicotine on his tongue. After days of poor sleep, his nerves ached.
Sang Fan fidgeted with his fingers, but in the end, he couldn't resist. He took out his phone and opened the familiar photo that he had looked at until it was worn out.
Although it was just a hand, it gave him an indescribable feeling as he sank into the mire—passionate, scorching, surging, and finally, like feathers lightly tickling his heart, causing waves of itchiness.
He wished he could pull the owner of this hand directly out of the phone!
He wanted the taste of nicotine to suppress this impulse, but it was ineffective. Instead, it made the fire in his heart burn even more fiercely.
The room was completely dark. The man’s dark, emotionless eyes were fixed on the hand, the tip of his finger with its spark of fire flickering on and off.
—
It was midsummer. The leaves on the branches were tender green, and the sunlight was scorching. A light breeze blew, bringing a wave of heat that stirred up a sense of restlessness.
Shen Yue was being discharged from the hospital today. The driver had already moved her luggage to the car and was waiting inside.
The sunlight was dazzling, but Shen Yue didn’t feel particularly hot. Her body temperature was much lower than normal.
The glass reflected her pale, sickly face and thin shoulders.
“Yueyue.”
The man’s voice was clear and moist, like babbling water, always gentle and refined.
Shen Yue, who had been looking out the window, turned her head. As she turned, she saw that Jiang Bainian had arrived behind her at some point.
Jiang Bainian naturally adjusted Shen Yue’s hair. His refined and mature eyes held a faint warmth. “The discharge procedures are all done. Let’s go home.”
Shen Yue nodded and softly replied, “Okay.”
Jiang Bainian was a very gentle person. He had been promoted by Shen Yue’s father and later started his own company, achieving remarkable success. He never forgot his original intentions or his gratitude, which pleased Shen Yue’s father greatly.
Jiang Bainian was also very good to Shen Yue. During the six months she was in a coma, he would always visit her and stay for a long time.
This feeling was very pure, surpassing friendship and more like family, without any trace of romantic affection.
When they got into the car, Jiang Bainian still reminded Shen Yue: don’t eat this, don’t eat that, don’t do strenuous exercise, don’t stay up late, don’t…
He was as nagging as an old man.
Shen Yue’s ears were almost calloused from listening.
She smiled helplessly, the corners of her eyes curving into an arc more brilliant than the sunset. “I’m not a child anymore. I know all of this, and I’ll be careful.”
Jiang Bainian could only look at her quietly, suppressing the rise and fall of his heart, his voice gentle. “If you were really obedient, why would I be so worried?”
Shen Yue hugged the man’s arm and pouted like a child, “I won’t worry you anymore in the future.”
Jiang Bainian said nothing, but hugged the slender girl tightly. Her heart betrayed him.
It was beating very fast.
Shen Yue didn’t know what had happened in the six months she was in a coma, but she knew that Jiang Bainian must have had a very difficult time during those months.
She remembered the day she first woke up. The man, who always paid attention to his image, always wearing a suit even in the height of summer, looking steady and refined, seemed to have aged more than ten years. He was unshaven, his eyes bloodshot, his cheeks gaunt, his cheekbones protruding, utterly disheveled.
The only sound in the ward was the beeping of the medical equipment.
Shen Yue blinked her eyes, wanting to speak, but her throat was sore and dry, and she couldn’t utter a word.
The next second, Shen Yue was tightly embraced by a warm and broad chest. She could hear the man’s heart beating like a drum, heavy and rapid.
“Yueyue…”
The large hands gripping her waist were frighteningly tight, as if he wanted to integrate his entire being into her bones and blood.
Shen Yue could feel the man trembling. At first, it was just his hands, and then it spread to his whole body.
Then, she heard the man’s trembling sobs, as if he were crying, or perhaps laughing.
“You’re finally awake. I knew it, I just knew it…”
He was so relieved, so excited, speaking incoherently.
Shen Yue had never seen Jiang Bainian cry. In her eyes, there had never been any problem that Jiang Bainian couldn’t solve.
However, the moment Shen Yue woke up, he cried until he couldn’t catch his breath.
The car drove smoothly. Shen Yue couldn’t help but fall asleep, her head swaying left and right. Finally, a broad, slender hand gently held her head and rested it on the man’s shoulder.
Finally finding a comfortable position, Shen Yue nestled in, her breathing becoming more even.
Jiang Bainian lowered his head, his dark eyelashes falling. The girl’s pale, beautiful face was reflected in his pupils, dispelling all his gloom, and his heart trembled slightly.
He simply reached out and gently touched Shen Yue’s long, dense eyelashes, a faint smile of relief appearing on his face.
It’s good to be alive.
—
The villa was empty and lacked a sense of life.
Shen Yue’s parents were both busy people. They loved their daughter, but they couldn’t find time to accompany her. In the past, Jiang Bainian would often play with her, but later, as his work increased, his time to accompany her became less and less. Shen Yue understood and didn’t mind.
Even picking her up from the hospital this time was a time he had squeezed in, and he was wearing meticulously tailored high-end suits.
She was very sensible, but sometimes Jiang Bainian wished she wasn’t so sensible.