Chen Zan looked at her calmly.
Jiang Youwei gazed at him with sparkling, expectant eyes.
In the end, he still stepped closer to her and bent down.
Jiang Youwei closed her eyes, willingly accepting the kiss from her lover. As she felt the distance between them shrink, her face suddenly flushed hot.
It was so embarrassing.
In the few memories she had of kissing Chen Zan, his kisses had always been forceful, fierce, even a little rough, the kind that left no room to pull away.
Then, warmth landed on her forehead.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Huh?
She waited, hoping for more.
Cool night air drifted in quietly through the window, carried by a gentle breeze.
The faint warmth he had left on her forehead was already fading.
That was it?
When Jiang Youwei opened her eyes, all she saw was Chen Zan’s hurried retreating back.
She curled her lips helplessly.
Her fair, delicate hand covered her forehead, stubbornly holding onto what little warmth of his remained.
So silly.
At the hospital’s water room, Chen Zan took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly pounding heart.
He let out a helpless laugh. How was it that he still reacted like a naive young boy, his heart racing just from getting close to Jiang Youwei and sharing a few intimate gestures with her…
After filling the kettle, Chen Zan slowly walked back toward the ward.
When he arrived, he stood outside the door for several minutes.
Through the small observation window, he saw Jiang Youwei sitting obediently on the bed, quietly looking out at the scenery beyond the hospital. The gentle breeze lifted her golden hair, strands brushing softly as if tugging at his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zan pushed the door open.
“Have some warm water,” he said as he poured water from the kettle into a cup.
When he turned back, he unexpectedly met Jiang Youwei’s misty, deep gaze, and his heart tightened.
Was she about to say something that would make his face burn again?
Because of the accident, Jiang Youwei was exhausted. After taking a sip of water, her eyes slowly closed, and she no longer had the energy to tease him.
She forced herself to stay awake for just a moment longer and said, “You won’t leave me while I’m asleep, right…”
“I won’t,” Chen Zan replied firmly.
She rested against his hand, holding onto it tightly, and slowly drifted into sleep.
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The softness against his arm stirred a faint heat in his chest, and he tried hard to shift his attention away.
With his other hand, he gently stroked her long hair. It was soft, just like her. On the outside, she looked noble and distant, but inside, she was simply a gentle girl.
Thinking of what the doctor had said, Chen Zan’s eyes filled with even more tenderness and pain.
What kind of past had hurt you so much…
Was it me?
He remembered the second time he had confessed to Jiang Youwei. That was also the first time she had approached him. The faint, unique fragrance from her body drifted straight into his nose, and his heart became hopelessly tangled.
He had thought he finally had a chance.
The surrounding rich young men were watching the show, clapping and cheering.
Jiang Youwei leaned close to his ear and gave him a single word, “Get lost.”
Back then, to Chen Zan, that had sounded like a love confession.
Someone nearby laughed and said, “Judging by her lips, sister-in-law only said one word.”
Another chimed in, “Doesn’t look like ‘yes’ or ‘okay’ to me… looks more like ‘get lost.’”
“Hahaha, watch your mouth. If Brother Chen hears you, you’ll be in trouble.”
With a tender expression, Chen Zan gently stroked Jiang Youwei’s cheek as she slept on the hospital bed. His long-quiet heart began to stir once more.
He was still so easily drawn to her.
What a cruel twist of fate.