"Go ahead, I’m listening," ng Sihan said with interest, "Maybe I can even give you so advice."
An Yin was already in a state of hesitation, and ng Sihan’s words sparked her desire to confide, "I’ve lived with my mom since I was little, and I’ve grown accustod to a life without a dad. But every ti I see others ntioning ’dad’, I feel envious."
At this point, An Yin paused, and ng Sihan didn’t rush her.
Under the quiet night sky, the man lit a cigarette. The breeze from the sunroof occasionally blew across his cold, aloof face, and the sll of smoke lingered in the air, intensifying with every breath.
"Now, I have his contact information." An Yin sighed softly.
She didn’t continue to speak.
But ng Sihan understood the aning behind her words, "If you don’t reach out, you’ll never be able to let go in this lifeti?"
The man’s words caused a tremor in An Yin’s heart.
The topic of "dad" was a thorn in her heart. If she never t him in her lifeti, she would deeply regret it. After all, his blood flowed in her veins, a blood relationship she couldn’t escape.
"Don’t exhaust yourself internally; if there’s sothing you want to do, then just do it." ng Sihan exhaled deeply, advising the young girl.
"Mm." It was as if An Yin had figured things out, and she instantly beca energized and said, "Thank you."
ng Sihan’s lips curled into a bitter smile; after hearing the young girl’s troubles, his mood didn’t improve much. However, that sense of emptiness dissipated halfway. He seed to joke, "We seem to have quite the fate; how about I take you as my sister?"
An Yin’s train of thought couldn’t keep up with his rhythm for a mont. She recalled him saying that his father didn’t care for him, nor did his mother love him, and a trace of sympathy crossed her heart. The feeling the man gave her was quite peculiar; when she was with him, she felt very relaxed.
To be honest, when the man said this, An Yin was montarily shocked, followed by a strange feeling in her heart.
"Not speaking ans you agree?" ng Sihan took a sharp drag on his cigarette, raising an eyebrow.
The young girl had a timid personality; with him protecting her, she could walk through life with confidence, no matter where she went. Perhaps the young girl didn’t know his true identity, or she wouldn’t be putting on such a reluctant deanor when interacting with him.
"I’m an only daughter; I don’t know how to interact with brothers and sisters," An Yin muttered.
Her words were a subtle agreent to the man’s suggestion.
"I’m an only child too," ng Sihan retorted, unwilling to show weakness.
"..."
When ng Sihan said this, a genuine smile crept onto his lips.
On the asphalt road, cars roared past. Drivers going a bit slower couldn’t help but glance at the conspicuous luxury car by the roadside, which under the streetlights at night, shimred with a bright white gloss.
***
The next day.
An Yin yawned several tis in succession when she got up. She had talked with ng Sihan too late last night; if she hadn’t been so tired, he would have kept wanting to chat.
An Yin lay in bed, her eyelids drooping, truly reluctant to get up. After tossing and turning a few tis, she dragged her weary body out of bed; by the ti she erged from the bathroom, she was already dressed.
Before leaving, she glanced at Shi Qing’s bed, which was always clean and tidy, even the desk was spotless.
After grabbing her bag and heading out, she hurried toward the cafeteria.
Yesterday, her mind had been entirely focused on whether to contact "soone," and she had forgotten to eat dinner. Now her stomach was growling with hunger.
For a change, she ordered a bowl of noodles, two small dumplings, and a cup of soy milk. Then, she carried her tray with a satisfied look to find a seat.
"An Yin, over here."
When An Yin reached the aisle and was scanning around for an empty seat, a clear voice ca from the corner. She blinked and turned her head to see a classmate she usually had no interaction with waving at her.
An Yin offered a restrained smile in response and finally stepped up to sit in front of them.
"Cheng Yi, Wu Juan." An Yin glanced back and forth at the two of them.
"Please take a seat," Cheng Yi pointed to the spot opposite her.
"Thank you." An Yin’s smile was serene, as refreshing as a spring breeze, bringing peace to the mind.
"You’re welco. We’re all classmates, after all."
Cheng Yi looked around and noticed several boys looking in An Yin’s direction. Being classmates with An Yin for years, she naturally knew An Yin’s influence and had once envied her beauty.
Wu Juan sat quietly on one side, watching Cheng Yi’s actions, feeling sowhat uncomfortable. In Wu Juan’s eyes, An Yin’s beauty was overwhelming, and being near her only cast Wu Juan in her shadow.
The three of them ate their al absent-mindedly.
An Yin was truly hungry; after finishing, she left early.
Once An Yin was far away, Wu Juan pouted and lightly tapped Cheng Yi’s arm, "What’s wrong with you, getting involved with our ’beauty queen’? We’re not in the sa league as her."
Wu Juan looked at the half-bowl of noodles left and had lost her appetite.
"Did you forget? Keke asked us to take care of her before," Cheng Yi explained, rubbing the spot where Wu Juan had tapped her.
Wu Juan rolled her eyes at Cheng Yi’s dramatic response, "What an exaggeration; it was just a light tap."
"Who doesn’t know you’re strong."
"You..." Wu Juan snorted. The two often bickered, and she wasn’t going to fuss over this small matter. But Cheng Yi’s earlier words did unsettle her, "Since when did you beco so obedient to Jiang Keke?"
Cheng Yi saw the topic circling back and said gently, "Why, are you jealous?"
"Annoying." Hearing Cheng Yi’s teasing tone, Wu Juan snapped, "I’m just reminding you, Jiang Keke isn’t soone we should get too close to."
Cheng Yi put down her chopsticks, a thoughtful look on her delicate face, "What do you an?"
The two had co to know Jiang Keke after dancing together at last year’s New Year’s Eve party. Over ti, with frequent outings, they beca accustod to Jiang Keke’s generosity, as Jiang Keke always covered the expenses.
However, after school started, Jiang Keke organized another gathering. They assud it would be like previous ones, just eating, drinking, and having fun. But once in the private room, besides Jiang Keke, there were several older, greasy, bald n.
Though the n behaved politely throughout, their unbridled gazes while the won sang made Wu Juan particularly uncomfortable.
Recalling the mories, Wu Juan looked at Cheng Yi’s carefree deanor and left with a warning, "Keep your wits about you, or you’ll end up helping those who betray you count their money."
"Hey, what do you an by that?"
"Exactly what it sounds like."
"You’re so unreasonable..."
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