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Lin Xiaoxuan's words were like a shot of adrenaline, solidifying her wavering heart. She took a deep breath and replied, "Xiaoxuan, thank you. I know what I need to do now."
Time ticked away, each second stretching into an eternity. The room was eerily silent, the only sound being the rhythmic ticking of the old wall clock. Fang Jing Shu curled up in bed, wrapped in a thin blanket like an injured little beast. Li Wenbo's explanations replayed in her mind over and over as she struggled to convince herself to believe him, but Dai Xinyi's shadow lingered, casting a dark cloud over her thoughts.
Three hours passed, and the winter sky had darkened considerably, the room growing dimmer still. Fang Jing Shu finally got up, rubbed her tired eyes, and wearily walked to the window. Outside, the streetlights cast a dull yellow glow on the sparsely populated street, and the cold wind howled against the window as if mocking her weakness.
She opened the door and saw her mother sitting on the living room sofa, knitting with a distracted gaze that revealed her worry. Upon seeing Fang Jing Shu emerge, Fang Qi's face lit up with joy, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart. "Jingzhu, you finally figured it out! I knew you were a good child who wouldn’t get stuck in stubbornness."
Fang Jing Shu forced a smile, but inside she felt heavy-hearted. Fang Qi set down her knitting and walked over to gently stroke her hair. "Jingzhu, Wen Bo has been waiting downstairs for over three hours. It’s so cold; don’t let him freeze out there. Go talk to him; whatever it is, say it out loud instead of keeping it bottled up."
Fang Jing Shu was taken aback, her heart swirling with mixed emotions. Over three hours? He had been waiting for that long? A rush of complex feelings surged within her—gratitude, heartache, and even a hint of joy. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she dashed downstairs and threw herself into Li Wenbo's arms.
Li Wenbo stood under the dim streetlight, shivering in the cold wind. He rubbed his hands together and breathed into them while occasionally glancing up at Fang Jing Shu's window with anxiety and hope in his eyes.
Suddenly, a warm body collided with him. He froze for a moment before tightly embracing Fang Jing Shu as if she were his lifeline.
"Jingzhu," he said hoarsely, burying his head in her shoulder and feeling her warmth and presence. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness mixed with guilt.
Fang Jing Shu clung to Li Wenbo tightly as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t know if what she was doing was right, but at that moment, all she wanted was to hold him close and feel his warmth and heartbeat.
Dai Xinyi's shadow still haunted her thoughts, but she chose to set it aside for now and trust Li Wenbo and their feelings for each other.
"Wen Bo, are you cold?" Fang Jing Shu asked through her tears, wrapping her arms around his waist as if trying to merge him into herself.
"I'm not cold as long as you're here," Li Wenbo replied tightly holding onto Fang Jing Shu, feeling her warmth and thoughtfulness fill him with emotion.
He lifted his head to look at Fang Jing Shu’s tear-streaked face and felt a pang of sorrow. Gently wiping away her tears, he said softly, "Don’t cry anymore, silly. I’ll take good care of you."
Fang Jing Shu nodded and buried her head in Li Wenbo’s chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the warmth radiating from him. She felt as if she were floating on clouds—light yet incredibly grounded.
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