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"I’m sure my dad will go crazy..." Zhou Yingying said, her face a picture of despair as she looked at Fang Yin with pitiful eyes. "I was already an older single woman who couldn’t get married, and now I’ve gone from being an older single woman to a disabled single woman."
Fang Yin frowned and sighed helplessly. He shook his head slightly, a hint of worry and resignation in his gaze.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" Zhou Yingying hobbled over, pressing her hand against Fang Yin's brows, which were furrowed like mountains. "Your expression is terrifying, like you’re about to kill someone."
As she limped closer, her body swayed slightly, and she gently pressed on Fang Yin's forehead.
"... I'm sorry."
"... Huh?" Zhou Yingying seemed not to have heard Fang Yin's words.
"I said..." Just as Zhou Yingying wobbled dangerously close to falling, Fang Yin hurriedly reached out to steady her. "I'm sorry that things turned out this way; it’s all my fault."
Fang Yin held onto Zhou Yingying's arm tightly, his expression sincere.
At his words, the usually carefree Zhou Yingying felt a bit embarrassed. She patted her chest boldly and declared, "It’s okay! I’m really strong!" With that, she shrugged off Fang Yin's support and limped forward, her swaying figure appearing somewhat lonely in the wind.
Zhou Yingying patted her chest firmly and pretended to be strong as she walked ahead, each step seeming a bit laborious.
Fang Yin watched her retreating figure, lost in thought. He remembered how Zhou Yingying had always been carefree since childhood, enduring pain almost entirely on her own without the typical tears and cries for help that other girls from Shanghai would display. He had witnessed her fall from a tree once; she had scraped herself all over but had remained silent, merely applying some ointment as if that was enough.
Standing there, Fang Yin's gaze became somewhat distant as he fell into memories.
... After all, she is still a girl...
With that thought, he suddenly felt a pang of sadness. Just as Zhou Yingying's limping figure was about to disappear around the corner, Fang Yin rushed forward and stopped her.
He crouched down and gently said, "Yingying, come on, I'll carry you."
Fang Yin lowered himself and looked up at Zhou Yingying, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Zhou Yingying thought Fang Yin must be crazy.
She waved her hands in a flustered manner, "No, no, I'm too heavy!"
Her face flushed slightly as she continued to gesture in front of her.
"I can carry you no matter how heavy you are."
"No, no... absolutely not!"
Zhou Yingying's face turned redder. She hurriedly stepped back, even becoming somewhat incoherent, "I... I... um... you..."
Her body retreated, her steps a bit unsteady.
Fang Yin ignored her, snatched her cane, and casually tossed it aside. He clapped his hands calmly and said, "If you don't want me to carry you, then I'll just hug you back."
Fang Yin bent down to pick up the cane, threw it away carelessly, then took a step forward, preparing to lift Zhou Yingying into his arms.
Poor Zhou Yingying had no choice but to obediently climb onto Fang Yin's back.
By the time they returned to Xuanwu Gate, it was already dark. The cold wind made Zhou Yingying shiver. She pressed tightly against Fang Yin's back, her body trembling slightly.
The Xuanwu Gate was shrouded in darkness, with not a soul in sight.
Zhou Yingying felt tears welling up again. Today was her birthday, yet everyone was preoccupied with their own affairs, and her special day had long been forgotten by others.
She tugged at Fang Yin's sleeve, her voice slightly choked. "Will you stay with me for a while?"
She continued, "It's my birthday today, but my parents have forgotten, and everyone is so busy. They all think I'm strong enough not to need anyone's care, so..."
Zhou Yingying gently grasped Fang Yin's sleeve, her voice trembling with a hint of grievance.
In truth, she hadn't celebrated her birthday in five years.
Fang Yin sighed and reached out to stroke Zhou Yingying's hair. "Just wait a moment."
He sighed softly again, lifted his hand to touch her hair once more, then turned to leave.
As he walked away, Zhou Yingying thought he wouldn’t return. She glanced at her bandaged right leg and tugged at her messy hair, suddenly feeling like a complete failure as a woman.
Lowering her head, she stared at her right foot, her eyes filled with despair as she absentmindedly pulled at her hair.
What made it worse was that she realized she had developed feelings for Fang Yin, but it was clear that he did not feel the same way about her.
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