He always preferred to get hurt himself rather than let her get hurt.
Gu Ningyi always mocked him for being physically weak, unlike a man, but in her heart, Ziyang was the manliest man!
Memories surged back, and the longing from the bottom of her heart rose like a tide. Tears fell like broken strings of pearls, pattering onto the phone screen.
Tears blurred Ziyang’s smiling face. Dong Xin Yan covered her lips with her hand, pressing hard for fear that the sobs in her throat would be heard, waking up Gu Ningyi who was sleeping outside.
This was not a place where she could cry freely, even longing... had to be cautious.
The bathroom door was suddenly knocked on, abrupt in the quiet night. Dong Xin Yan’s crying stopped instantly, and she looked up tearfully.
Gu Ningyi’s distinctive, cold voice followed, calling her name, unhurriedly, with a hint of melancholy and huskiness in the dark night, sensuous, yet it sent a cold sweat down Dong Xin Yan’s spine.
Wasn’t Gu Ningyi already asleep? How did he wake up again? Did he hear her crying?
Gu Ningyi had previously warned her clearly not to mention Ziyang in front of him again. If he found out she was crying because of Cheng Ziyang, he would surely get angry again.
Dong Xin Yan immediately raised her hand, quickly wiped the tears from her face. She put her clothes back on, picked up the phone on the floor, and gently stepped to the door. Her hand reached for the door handle, about to open the door, but her hand clenched slightly, hesitated. She took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and from behind the door, spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Gu, is there something you need? I’m taking a shower." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ⓝovelFire.net
Even though she tried to calm herself, her trembling voice couldn’t be hidden, piercingly clear to Gu Ningyi’s ears.
Gu Ningyi stood outside the door, somewhat silently, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.
Returning to bed, Gu Ningyi propped his hands behind his head, turned his face slightly, looking at the spot beside him belonging to Dong Xin Yan, his eyes slightly focused.
A hint of irritation silently crept up again.
When Dong Xin Yan woke up, he woke up too. He felt her body stiffen immediately when she realized she was in his arms.
Then she moved his arm aside, got out of bed, and dressed.
He slowly opened his eyes. The night was so black, so dark, yet he... could see Dong Xin Yan’s body trembling heavily. While buttoning, because of her shaking hands, it took a long time to get the buttons done.
Then she tiptoed into the bathroom, closed the door, the sound of water running gushed, then, her crying sounded.
Actually, when she cried, it was almost silent. But strangely, he could hear it clearly, hearing every sob, her restraint and suppression, even, it seemed, he could hear the sound of her tears falling.
His heart suddenly felt as if it was being gripped tightly by a big hand, a dull pain spreading within his body. Not sharp, but unbearably oppressive.
The last time Dong Xin Yan cried, he also felt uncomfortable, but that discomfort was fleeting, passing quickly, he didn’t have much feeling.
But this time, the pain was so clear, so direct, so... unavoidable.