Chapter 325: Chapter 231 Why did you secretly watch after I left?
Ziyan returned to the room and couldn’t ignore the warmth she felt as she looked at the dicine box on the table.
She carried Dudu to the balcony and looked down.
It wasn’t long before she saw a man co out, who also looked up at the building.
Their eyes t, and Ziyan imdiately turned around with Dudu in her arms, her cheeks flushed with guilt, her heartbeat abnormal.
Downstairs, Su Yuecheng smiled, looking at the now-empty balcony and smiled…
Holding Dudu by the glass door for a long ti, Ziyan wondered if he had seen her?
If he had, it would be so embarrassing…
Hesitating for a long while, she went onto the balcony again, looking down cautiously.
This ti the area below was empty, his car had driven away…
Ziyan didn’t know why she felt a sudden sense of loss, walking to the edge of the balcony, gazing far into the road he would take when leaving.
Was he driving too fast? Now I can’t even see the car…
Only now did Ziyan realize that it had started raining, the gradually increasing raindrops speckled the ground, hitting the tal rain shield downstairs with a pitter-patter.
A few drops of rain fell on her arm, the rain grew heavier, and lightning suddenly struck.
Only then did Ziyan take her daughter back inside, closing the doors and windows.
“Boom—” A thunderclap roared, Dudu cried out loud with a “wa” sound.
Yet Ziyan couldn’t comfort her child by humming like the other mothers; she could only gently sway her in her arms.
“Ding-dong—” The doorbell was not very clear amidst the thunderstorm, and with Dudu’s crying, Ziyan thought she was hallucinating. She stopped the rocking motion, her gaze fixed on the door, listening carefully for any movent.
“Ding-dong—” This ti she heard it clearly.
Ziyan, puzzled, walked to the door and peeped through the peephole, growing more nervous. When she saw the person outside was the one she had been thinking of, she felt excited and thrilled, as if her hopes had been fulfilled.
Compared to her initial hesitation, this ti she appeared sowhat eager, opening the door but awkwardly looking at him, unable to squeeze out a word, only Dudu’s personal outcry accompanying the sound of thunderstorm—
Su Yuecheng looked at her and said, “It’s raining. Can I stay the night here?”
Ziyan nodded blankly, forgetting to think that he had co by car, and the rain didn’t really matter.
Su Yuecheng had been unable to resist coming back after seeing her sneak a look at him from the balcony; luckily, the weather lent him a hand, providing a tily rain that gave him an excuse to return.
Seeing Dudu’s incessant crying, Su Yuecheng reached over to hold the child, “What’s wrong?”
Ziyan looked at him, dazed for a mont before raising her hand: Perhaps she’s scared of the thunder.
Su Yuecheng gently humd a tune, comforting Dudu, and surprisingly, the usually crying Dudu gradually cald down.
Ziyan watched absentmindedly from the side; Su Yuecheng indeed fit the image of a father perfectly, even changing Dudu’s first diaper, while Ziyan had never dealt with these things, much she had learned from him…
“Are you afraid?” he suddenly spoke.
Ziyan clearly hadn’t caught on, taking a few seconds to realize he was asking her if she was afraid of thunder.
Afraid, but accustod to it.
After marrying Tang Shaosheng, she’d endured many such thunderous nights.
Before she was married, she always fantasized that after getting married, having that person to hold her during thunderstorms would make her fearless.
Then marriage wasn’t as wonderful as imagined. In two years of marriage, the tis Tang Shao and she quietly embraced were countable on one hand; instead of comfort, he brought her fear, often plunging her into nightmares.
Seeing she didn’t imdiately shake her head, Su Yuecheng ca to an answer, talking to himself: “So you are afraid.”
Ziyan looked at him, puzzled, her mind sowhat blank; living with him in the United Kingdom, she had never felt so tense and oppressed.
Just then, an outside lightning strike made his face seem unusually soft, comforting to look at.
Amid the thunder, she was not as scared as before, rely gripping her fingers tightly.
Su Yuecheng looked at her, gently swaying Dudu to sleep, neither of them speaking.
The sound of the thunderstorm sohow made the night feel peaceful.
How could he allow his two thunder-fearing girls, one big and one small, to live alone?
He couldn’t bear it, nor could he part with them.
Dudu gradually cald down, sucking on her little thumb, still making the motions of breastfeeding.
Is she asleep? It took her a while before she raised her hand to ask.
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