On the fifteenth day of the school term, Lin Nianhe sat inside No. 88 Courtyard, staring blankly southwards.
Since they left, she had only heard real news about them from Mr. Lin once—they were all fine, unhard.
When war was raging, making a phone call was a luxury, and there was simply no ti for romantic sentints.
That scenario of soothing a loved one to sleep with the sound of guns and cannons as background music was simply impossible.
Counting on her fingers, she murmured softly, "They should be back soon, right?"
A few days ago, news of the victory in the self-defense war and troops withdrawing had already been relayed.
Considering the ti, they should be ho by now, right?
"Woof!"
Feng Ling suddenly stretched out her front paws and placed them on Lin Nianhe’s leg.
Lin Nianhe instinctively looked down, eting Feng Ling’s watery eyes.
It gently nudged her leg, seemingly comforting her.
Lin Nianhe reached out to rub its head and said softly, "Thank you."
"Woof!"
Feng Ling barked again, rubbing its furry big head against her.
"Hezi, stop worrying. In tis like these, no news is good news," Wen Lan said while tilling the soil. "Besides, with the war won, what problems could there be in withdrawing? It’s just not easy to call, and they can’t carry a telephone around everywhere."
Recently, even Sister Lan had learned to comfort people.
However, Wen Lan was also quite frustrated lately—there were warti reporters for this war, and she thought she was the best among them, so why wasn’t she sent for the job?
Wang Shui also said, "Nianhe, hurry up and eat your dinner. Look at how thin you’ve beco recently. When Brother Yuncheng cos back in a few days, won’t he feel heartbroken seeing you so thin?"
Lin Nianhe still responded lazily, "Not hungry, I’ll eat later."
She really hadn’t had any appetite lately, and wasn’t in the mood at all.
Seeing the sky grow dark, Wen Lan put down the hoe and asked her, "Do you want to sleep with you tonight?"
Since the war started, Lin Nianhe had been having nightmares almost every night, trying various thods to no avail.
Later, Wang Shui and Wen Lan took turns sleeping with her, waking her up at the first sign of a nightmare.
"No need, I’m fine," Lin Nianhe shook her head. "Tonight I have to work overti, just a little more to finish copying... drawing the lighter production line design."
Distracted, she nearly blurted out the truth.
Wen Lan wanted to say sothing, but Wang Shui tugged at her, shaking her head slightly to indicate not to.
She felt Lin Nianhe probably wanted so quiet ti.
Lin Nianhe did indeed want so peace.
As she sketched, listening to the rustling sounds, she muttered as she cursed Su Yuncheng and Lin Huai Zhou a hundred tis.
"Even if you can’t, at least have soone bring back a ssage... don’t you know it’s making people anxious?"
"Can’t help it during a war... but now that you’re back, why haven’t you called?"
In the stillness of the night, Student Xiao Lin vented her feelings quietly at the drawing.
During the day, she mostly didn’t dare to do this, always afraid of making others worry.
"Heh..."
Amidst the sound of pencil strokes, she suddenly heard a low chuckle.
Such laughter she had "heard" many tis before.
But every ti, excitedly opening the door, she only saw the thick night.
Yet each ti, she would still rush to the door and pull it open.
This ti, there was no night outside the door.
Su Yuncheng was still in his military uniform, dirty and seemingly stained with the sll of gunpowder.
He stood in the moonlight, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, looking at her.
"Brother Yuncheng?"
Lin Nianhe was a little unsure, rubbing her eyes.
Upon opening them again, he was still there.
She pinched her leg, and it hurt.
"You... you’re back?"
Lin Nianhe’s voice trembled slightly, asking a redundant question.
Su Yuncheng looked at her with full tenderness, in this mont, his eyes held only her.
He nodded gently, "Mm, I’m back. Huai Zhou is still on the way, I ca back first."
There were many others who returned with him, but Lin Nianhe didn’t know them, and he saw no need to ntion them.
Lin Nianhe pressed her lips slightly, cautiously reaching out to touch his face.
The real touch, the warm body temperature.
It really is... him.
Surprise shot out from Lin Nianhe’s eyes. She wanted to hug him, but feared he might be hurt, and recklessly throwing herself at him might cause him pain.
Her hands swayed up and down for a while before finally grasping the corner of his coat, "You, co in, let see if you’re hurt."
Su Yuncheng: "...!"
The "see" she ntioned, could it be she wants to...
Across the way, a light went on, and Wang Shui’s sleepy voice ca out, "Nianhe? What’s going on?"
As she spoke, she and Wen Lan erged, shawls draped over them, one after the other.
Seeing the tall figure in the dark courtyard, the two were montarily stunned, then let out a long sigh of relief.
"You’re finally back! If you were any later, Lin Nianhe might have starved herself to death!" Wang Shui joked with a laugh, then said, "You two chat, I’ll go cook so noodles."
Saying that, she dragged Wen Lan into the kitchen.
Lin Nianhe was not shy and called out, "Rember to add two eggs!"
"Got it!" Wang Shui’s tone was light and cheerful.
With Su Yuncheng back, the atmosphere of No. 88 Courtyard suddenly relaxed.
Wang Shui and Wen Lan didn’t complain about being woken up in the middle of the night; rather, they joined in the rrint.
Su Yuncheng was pulled into the house by Lin Nianhe.
Under the light, he was noticeably thinner, with fatigue evident in his eyes.
Seeing him unmoving, Lin Nianhe directly started to unbutton his shirt.
Su Yuncheng’s pupils contracted: "Nianhe!"
"I’ve been dreaming every night lately about how injured you both were," Lin Nianhe’s eyes reddened as she insisted unreasonably, "I don’t care, I have to see with my own eyes."
Su Yuncheng looked at her pointed chin and saw the dust on her fingers.
After a mont of silence, he held her hand and said, "Let ."
"Alright."
Lin Nianhe wasn’t concerned with awkwardness or shyness now, she just wanted to see firsthand if he was hurt.
Su Yuncheng was indeed wounded, a shard had grazed his arm, not severe, the bandages were already removed, leaving only scabbed scars.
His ears were as red as if they’d drip blood, trying to maintain an even tone, he said to her: "You see, I’m really fine."
Lin Nianhe looked at him, tears suddenly welling in her eyes.
She had never imagined that one person could have so many, so many scars on their body.
Old knife wounds, round gunshot marks, they fell on his body, finally rging into the stars on his shoulder.
Compared to that, the scratch on his arm truly seed very light.
"Does it hurt?"
Lin Nianhe’s voice quivered softly, her fingertips gently brushing over a scar on his chest.
This scar seed the newest, probably only a few years old.
"Nianhe."
Su Yuncheng looked down at her with a complex expression.
He grasped her hand and said softly, "It doesn’t hurt, but please don’t touch anymore."
Lin Nianhe instinctively raised her head and, seeing his expression, felt her emotions instantly interrupted.
Um... it does seem a bit inappropriate...
She gazed at him, remained silent for a mont, then stood on tiptoe to peck him on his lips.
Su Yuncheng: "...!"
This is severe.
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