"I want to see him."
Huo Rou passed Si Nian's friend request, and this was the first message.
Si Nian's call followed.
"Si Nian."
Huo Rou answered and greeted him.
Qin Ningyi, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV with An An, became nervous at these two words and pricked up his ears.
Huo Rou, oblivious to him, was looking at the documents on her computer.
"What do you want to ask?" Si Nian's tone on the phone was somewhat professional.
Perhaps thinking of something, he cleared his throat and softened his tone, adding, "I'm interrogating him right now, so it's more convenient."
Interrogation was indeed Si Nian's forte.
Huo Rou pursed her lips and replied calmly, "Help me ask about a person named Walkerbit. I need all the details of his background and identity."
"This person is involved in many things and is very important."
Si Nian was also very trusting of Huo Rou's judgment. He accepted the task and then, changing the subject, asked, "How is your injury?"
"Ah?" Huo Rou was taken aback by his sudden question.
Si Nian kindly asked again, "How is your injury? On your face or elsewhere."
Facing Si Nian's sudden concern, Huo Rou smiled faintly and whispered, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
She thought to herself that Si Nian had become a bit strange since they last met.
When they had fought side by side before, he hadn't asked such questions even when she had been shot several times.
Si Nian found other topics to discuss, and she went along with the casual conversation.
As they talked, Huo Rou could no longer ignore the intense gaze from behind her.
She turned her head inexplicably towards Qin Ningyi and asked with her lips, "What's wrong?"
Seeing that she had finally noticed him, Qin Ningyi got up and walked towards her. Under Huo Rou's confused gaze, he kissed her.
"Mmm."
Huo Rou was caught off guard, and a sound escaped her throat.
Si Nian on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.
"I'll contact you later." Si Nian hung up the phone in a hurry.
Listening to the "beep, beep" sound from the phone, Qin Ningyi slowly released Huo Rou's lips.
He stood there, momentarily stunned.
Huo Rou, holding her phone, looked at him and asked with a hint of amusement, "What are you doing?"
The response was a warm embrace.
Qin Ningyi mumbled, he probably felt that her smile just now was too sweet and couldn't help himself...
An An, watching the embracing couple from the sofa, giggled and hugged Shen Feng's neck.
"Shen Feng, are my parents very loving?"
Shen Feng looked at him and whimpered.
An An patted Shen Feng's head, "You think so too?"
"This family is truly wonderful."
He now had everything he had envied from his village days.
All that was left was to attend his parents' wedding, An An thought happily. He was one step closer to his goal.
Huo Rou heard An An's soft laughter and, recalling Qin Ningyi's actions from a moment ago, her cheeks suddenly flushed.
She gently pushed him away and said softly, "You accompany An An, I still need to look at some documents."
"I'll stay with you." Qin Ningyi said, tightening his embrace. "An An has Shen Feng to keep him company."
Ever since he had found Huo Rou again, his heart had not felt truly settled.
Only now, holding her, did he feel at peace.
Huo Rou felt that not only Si Nian but also Qin Ningyi seemed strange today.
She pointed at the computer, "I still need to look at these documents, they are very important."
"I'll keep you company."
Qin Ningyi just didn't want to let go.
Huo Rou sat awkwardly in his arms, looking at the documents and wondering about the cause of Qin Ningyi's unusual behavior.
It started when she was on the phone with Si Nian, didn't it?
Late at night, An An rubbed his eyes and went back to the bedroom.
Hearing the bedroom door close, Huo Rou released the mouse and turned to look at Qin Ningyi.
Under Qin Ningyi's surprised gaze, she kissed him.
The wind whispered, echoing the sound of their heartbeats, weaving a beautiful goodnight song.
Amidst the melodious tune, autumn leaves began to dance slowly, passing over hills, gliding through treetops, and falling into damp puddles.
Moonlight shattered on the ground.
Huo Rou rested her head on Qin Ningyi's shoulder, gazing absently at the hazy moonlight outside the window.
It was late autumn.
Autumn leaves rustled, dancing with the wind.
At first, she had been thinking about Shen Yuanshu and Walkerbit.
As the rustling autumn leaves fell, her thoughts gradually drifted away.
With a thumping heartbeat, her arms softened, hanging limply from Qin Ningyi's body.