Han Jingnian’s breathing gradually beca long and even as he fell into a deep sleep, and only then did Xia Wan’an slightly lift her head to look at the man’s face.
Warm yellow light shone on his face, like a beautifying filter added in a cara app, making his already impeccable features even more captivating.
He seed to be having a pleasant dream. His lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, radiating a faint sense of happiness...
Xia Wan’an stared at Han Jingnian’s sleeping visage, her gaze growing increasingly dazed. It was as if by magic, his whispered words from earlier echoed repeatedly in her ears.
"An’an, hug , hug ..."
"An’an, I know this is a dream... you move, and you’re gone... don’t move..."
"An’an, I’ve been drifting for so long, when are you coming back... to bring my ho back..."
"An’an..."
After an unknown amount of ti, moisture welled up in Xia Wan’an’s eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek, dropping into the nape of his neck.
Han Jingnian, do you know... I’m close to breaking, I’m close to being defeated by you...
If this goes on, I’m truly afraid, so afraid that I’ll selfishly stay, destroying you and your Han Family...
Xia Wan’an’s eyes grew wetter, she gently sniffed and buried her face in his shoulder, tightening the arm that was looped around his neck.
...
So thoughts, once they flash into the mind, keep surfacing repeatedly.
The night Han Jingnian was in a car accident and in ergency rescue, Xia Wan’an, having seen those texts on his phone, felt an urge to confront him. However, she later suppressed that urge. But on the night Han Jingnian had a high fever, that thought had resurfaced again.
In the following days, she almost daily grappled with this idea. As Han Jingnian recovered better and better, the thought grew stronger, to the point where a few tis, she almost blurted out his na impulsively...
Unbeknownst to her, the days had reached mid-April, which also marked the day for Han Jingnian’s discharge from the hospital.
Han Jingnian had spent a long ti in the hospital, and with many belongings piled up in the room, Xia Wan’an had started packing up a day in advance.
There were many trivial items, extrely ti-consuming to pack. From three o’clock in the afternoon, she didn’t finish until seven o’clock in the evening, barely managing to get everything packed.
The hospital’s dietician had delivered dinner half an hour earlier. Xia Wan’an washed her hands and set the al on the table, then called over Han Jingnian, who had been dealing with various docunts while she was packing, to have dinner.
Upon hearing her, Han Jingnian instantly dropped the docunts, flipped off the covers, and got out of bed to wash his hands.
The second he finished washing his hands, his phone, lying on the hospital bed, rang.
He hastily wiped his hands dry with a couple of paper towels before approaching the bed to pick up his phone.
He glanced at the caller ID, and while walking toward the dining table, he slid the screen to answer the phone, "Grandma."
Xia Wan’an couldn’t hear what Granny Han said over the phone, but she heard Han Jingnian respond casually, "Next Wednesday? I should be free, what’s up?"
As he finished speaking, he happened to pass by Xia Wan’an. With sharp ears, she overheard Granny Han’s familiar voice on the phone, "That’s the thing, your Uncle Chen invited to dine next Wednesday. He wants to bring you along to et his friend’s daughter."
(I’m a bit stuck with the writing, it’s going very slow, my darlings who can’t stay up late can go to rest first~~)
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