Su Yan fears nothing, except he dreads this matter being exposed would hurt An’an, even more, he fears she might not be able to accept it when the ti cos.
Obviously, she knows nothing about it. If the rumors drag her down, under those filthy curses, she might choose even more not to be with him.
Upon hearing the click of the door lock, a startled An’an snapped back to her senses, hastily rushed into a nearby storeroom, hiding inside and barely daring to breathe.
The news was too shocking for her to digest within a short period.
Twenty years of being with Little Uncle, and he unexpectedly developed such feelings for her?
She always knew that in others’ eyes, their relationship seed ambiguous. But she always thought he was her Little Uncle, and being good to her was nothing strange, especially since she grew up with him.
She heard the door open and close again, probably Xu Leya had left.
After a while, when there were no more sounds outside, An’an ca out of the storeroom, hurried back to her room, and learned to lock the door.
She took off her thick clothes and changed into her pajamas. She wrapped herself in the quilt and couldn’t fall asleep for a long ti, her mind in chaos.
It was unclear when, but the slight noises outside awakened her from just the hint of sleep she had.
Shortly after, soone used a key to open her room door. An’an tightened her grip on the quilt, kept her eyes shut, and her heart pounded fiercely.
Being with him, she had never been so scared, and moreover, scared of him...
Su Yan walked in softly, puzzled about when she had returned. He had noticed her slippers missing by the door. He tried opening her door but found it locked, yet he hadn’t heard her co back.
Perhaps he didn’t hear because he was smoking by the window.
He walked to the window, didn’t turn on the lights, and used the dim light outside to look at her on the bed.
She was the sa as before. When it was cold, and he wasn’t around, she would wrap herself in the quilt to sleep, looking like a little cocoon, adorably endearing.
He gently sat at the bedside, thinking she was sleeping deeply, his hand daringly brushed her face, tenderly tracing her brows and eyes, his touch gentle and filled with pity, but his expression was one of lancholy and helplessness.
Why were there so many barriers between them?
Thinking about her relationship with Rong Yushen progressing, his heart felt congested and fearful. He dreaded that when she decided to leave with Rong Yushen, he wouldn’t even have a reason to keep her.
An’an tried her best to suppress her body’s trembling, fearing he might notice sothing, also scared he might do sothing to her.
She even started wondering, in the past twenty years, did he also have these actions towards her while she was asleep?
When did those feelings start?
With what mindset did he stay by her side for so long?
Just when An’an’s mind was running wild, she suddenly felt sothing soft landing on her lips, light breaths blending with hers...
An’an instinctively shrank away, this kind of contact often happened during filming, but she had never minded it so much.
Su Yan sensed her dodging movent, lifted his head to see her eyes still closed. He thought he had only disturbed her sleep. Just like before, he gently caressed her head to comfort her for a while, seeing her calm down, he quietly left the room, locking the door from outside, as if he had never been there.
It had been like this for twenty years, maybe it would be like this for a lifeti, as if he never existed in her life.
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