Translator: Yunyi Editor: Yunyi
When Fang Zhihan returned at night, he could clearly see that Yu Gangan wasn’t feeling too well. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed and she looked depressed and deep in thought.
He walked over to her and touched her on the forehead, “Are you ill?”
Yu Gangan shook her head, “No…”
Ever since she saw the information about her and her teacher, she became quite unsettled. She wasn’t sure whether she should pretend that she didn’t see a thing or directly ask him about it.
But, she was never one to beat around the bush; she believed it was better to be honest about some things.
“Can you tell me what this is?” Yu Gangan eventually placed the photos and documents on the coffee table.
Fang Zhihan was not surprised.
His tall and upright body looked cold and white underneath the lighting, making him appear extra deep and unpredictable.
He remained silent for a while, forcing Yu Gangan to question him further, “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
For example, wasn’t he going to explain why he was investigating her and her teacher? She had asked him to investigate her teacher’s whereabouts, but why did he investigate her as well? And why did the investigations start before her teacher even went missing?
Fang Zhihan approached and sat down beside her, “I won’t hurt you and your teacher.”
His cold voice was serious and solemn.
Yu Gangan blinked her eyes.
She was sure that Fang Zhihan wouldn’t hurt her and she was aware that he treated her well; he treated her so well that she often felt like they were really a married couple.
In fact, they felt like an old married couple.
But…
Yu Gangan pursed her lips and asked the question that bothered her the most, “Does my teacher’s disappearance have anything to do with you?”
“No. I also want to know where your teacher went. I also want to find him,” Fang Zhihan replied.
Yu Gangan remained silent for a short moment before she stood up with a smile. But, her smile was a little dry, “OK, it’s getting late. Rest early.”
There were some things that he didn’t want to tell her, so there was no point asking anymore.
As she passed by Fang Zhihan’s body, his hands twitched a little as though he wanted to grab onto her hands.
But, Yu Gangan was too quick and he only managed to hold onto the corner of her shirt.
The thin fabric slipped out between his fingers, leaving behind an empty touch.
Fang Zhihan lifted his hand in surprise. He then placed it against his lips with a kiss, “Yu’er…”
This soft gentle word was gentle like water, drifting without an end.
…
Yu Gangan lay in bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
It was like everything had returned to the start, but she had drank a glass of spirits along the way that stirred up her heart and burned her throat.
Everyone had secrets of their own. When it came to her relationship with Fang Zhihan, Fang Zhihan had already told her that her teacher’s disappearance had nothing to do with him and that he would never hurt her and her teacher. So, did that mean, it wasn’t necessary to know what his motive was?
It was like asking which came first, the chicken or the egg?
A question like this had no answer.
Yu Gangan had to go to Beijing in a couple of days. When Song Chabai came to see her, she made her some bone soup. “How did you go with Fang Zhihan’s undershirt last night?” she teased as she nudged Yu Gangan on the shoulder.
Yu Gangan almost choked on her soup when she heard this.
After seeing the documents in the wardrobe, she had completely forgotten about this matter.
Song Chabai assumed that Yu Gangan confirmed her feelings, so she teased, “Don’t be embarrassed. We are both beautiful young women, it’s normal for you to love him. You don’t need to hold back. I will support that you deal with him before you go to Beijing.”