Thinking this, Shen Yue couldn't help but look up, meeting a pair of deep, inscrutable eyes. How to describe that gaze?
It was strange.
Possessive and mad, with dense, dark colors, hiding a storm that could destroy everything.
But in the depths of his eyes, there was also a hesitant insecurity, a timid awkwardness.
Contradictory, as if torn between two people.
Shen Yue took a nearby tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth. She looked up, her dark, moist eyes reflecting his clear image.
"Does your leg still hurt?"
After much thought, this seemed to be the only fitting answer.
Sang Fan didn't blink, as if afraid the person before him would disappear with even a flicker of his eyelids.
He still remembered to obediently answer the girl's question.
"It doesn't hurt."
Seeing this, Shen Yue had nothing more to say. After finishing breakfast and tidying up, Shen Yue wanted to leave.
Sang Fan seemed to sense Shen Yue's intention. This time, unexpectedly, he didn't have any extreme reaction, merely watching silently.
Then, Shen Yue watched as the boy with sharp brows and an exceptionally stern profile had his eyes redden.
As if afraid Shen Yue would notice, he tightly pursed his thin lips, forming a straight line. His face was pale, his teeth clenched, his chest heaving violently. His tall, strong frame seemed stooped at this moment.
"You'll come back, won't you?" he said.
His eyes never left the girl for a moment, unwilling to let go, greedily captivated.
He nervously clenched his fists, his fingertips digging fiercely into his palms, truly unable to feel the pain.
Shen Yue fell silent.
His voice was restrained, as if he was trying to appear less disheveled.
"When you have time, can you come find me?"
Shen Yue: "..."
Seeing that this person was about to shed tears of sorrow again, she helplessly put her hand to her forehead. "I didn't say I was leaving."
Besides, even if she were to leave, there was no need to act like it was a farewell to life and death, as if she would never return once she left.
What Shen Yue didn't know was that this was precisely what Sang Fan feared.
What Shen Yue didn't know even more was that this casual remark had pulled Sang Fan back from the brink of hell.
He broke into tears of joy, a smile appearing on his face.
He was still very young, and when he smiled, there was a spirited aura that dispelled all gloom.
Surprise and elation quietly crept into his heart, like stones dropped into a lake, causing ripples that didn't cease for a long time.
His cheeks burned with a vibrant blush, shy and restrained.
Facing the exquisite and beautiful girl.
His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it resonated with strength.
"Yueyue, I like you."
"I have for a long, long time."
Long enough to reach the point of losing control.
It was like a fish out of water, either reborn or dead.
The girl pursed her lips, seemingly smiling.
It was unclear who she was smiling at.
"Silly."
She had known for a long time.
This silly boy had wailed all night yesterday; it was hard not to know.
—
Shen Yue ultimately chose to stay. Facing Sang Fan like this, she couldn't help but soften.
She truly didn't know that a man who looked like a tall, strong guy could be so heart-wrenching when he cried.
Sang Fan still had trouble sleeping. When he slept with Shen Yue before, it had improved greatly. Although he still had nightmares at night, he could fall asleep with Shen Yue's gentle coaxing.
But in the past few days, Shen Yue noticed that Sang Fan's complexion was getting worse, the dark circles under his eyes becoming heavier, his eyes bloodshot. It was clear he hadn't rested well.
However, when facing Shen Yue, he remained clingy and energetic, appearing no different from a normal person.
Until one night, Shen Yue woke up groggily. She opened her eyes, casually turned her head, and was startled.
In the darkness, only the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a hazy glow. Sang Fan was awake, gazing at her with a focused, almost pathological intensity. His dark eyes flickered with a captivating light in the night.
Anyone who woke up to see such a sight would be instantly terrified.
Shen Yue was no exception. Her heart pounded rapidly. She quickly adjusted her breathing, propped herself up on her elbow, her upper body slightly raised. Her soft, voluminous hair cascaded behind her, and her pale, delicate face was bathed in a sacred glow under the faint moonlight.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? Are you having nightmares?"
Shen Yue reached out to touch Sang Fan's face; it was cold and covered in sweat.
Sang Fan lowered his proud head and leaned his cold face against the girl's soft, tender palm, like a fierce beast gently sniffing a rose, afraid to be too rough.
"Mmm..."
A vague, low syllable escaped his throat.
Shen Yue held him, letting Sang Fan bury his head in her neck. She gently stroked the back of his head, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze, like coaxing a timid child to sleep.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
"Sang Fan, dreams are false. Reality is the opposite of dreams, so don't be afraid."
Sang Fan closed his eyes, deeply inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from the girl. His arms tightened around her, his strong limbs enveloping her body tightly, leaving no room for even a slip of paper, yet he still seemed to feel insecure, wishing their bones and blood could merge into one.
His breathing was uneven, and it took a long time for it to gradually calm down.
—
Shen Yue and Sang Fan moved in together. Jiang Bainian was the first to disagree.
He absolutely could not accept that the obedient girl who had always relied on him would turn around and fall for someone else. When he first heard the news, he thought it was a prank by the girl, but when he truly understood the situation, he became furious.
The usually gentle, polite, and almost pathologically rational man lost his temper in his office, which sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the company. They all spoke in hushed tones, afraid to incur the wrath of this powerful figure.
He specifically came to the apartment to pick Shen Yue up.
Shen Yue opened the door.
Upon seeing Jiang Bainian, Shen Yue was also taken aback. "Why are you here?"
Jiang Bainian's face was ashen. "What do you think?"
Shen Yue remained silent, feeling guilty.
Jiang Bainian said sternly, "Come home with me. I'll deal with you later!"
Shen Yue opened her mouth, about to say something, when a hard, iron-like chest pressed against her back. The next second, a scorching breath enveloped her entire being.
Jiang Bainian's expression grew uglier by the second. He looked at the man who possessed the treasure he had painstakingly nurtured for so long.
He held the girl, a head taller than her, with intimate and clingy movements, but his eyes held no warmth. His dark, cold eyes carried unconcealed hostility and ferocity.