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This time, his hand was not just holding hers, but gripping it like a vice, sending an unprecedented jolt through her.
She bit her lip and stopped in her tracks, her heart racing, feeling lost.
He also paused, holding her hand, gazing at her in the darkness. “Lanlan.”
This was a name he had never called her before. Even in the past, he had referred to her as Qinglan. Over the years spent in her home, hearing her family and the villagers call her Lanlan, he had grown accustomed to that name. Yet, he had never dared to call her that himself; he couldn’t bring himself to say it, even though he had called her that countless times in his heart.
“Lanlan.” He called out again.
“Hmm.” She lowered her head and responded softly, feeling dazed, her emotions sinking into the darkness as her consciousness and will began to crumble.
How familiar that gentle call of “Lanlan” was; in memories and dreams, who had once called her so softly?
He lowered his head, moving closer to her little by little, involuntarily drawn by a certain aura—familiar and beloved—that attracted him as he approached.
Her heart raced, yet she too found herself unable to resist, waiting to accept it.
When his lips gently landed on hers, she not only didn’t pull away but instead leaned in eagerly, a long-lost sensation flooding her heart with desire.
His hand released hers and wrapped around her waist tightly. One hand cradled her head as he earnestly and reverently kissed her lips with the same meticulousness he applied to everything else.
Unbeknownst to her, her hands had slipped from his embrace and wrapped around his neck; blood surged through her veins while her body felt stiff as if trapped in a dream.
“Lanlan.” He softly called out again.
“Hmm…” she replied indistinctly.
He became delicate yet violent.
She was hurried and dreamy, slowly adapting and completely immersed in confusion.
They passionately desired to comfort each other, the night was so quiet that only the cold remained, and there was no longer a world, only the engulfing darkness that made one sink deeper. The dark night surrounded them, and only the cool breeze watched over them.
They thought they were the only two in the world.
But not far away in the darkness, a shadow stood coldly, watching intently as the two entangled in the darkness forgot that there were other shadows in the world.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, just like when he was a child.
Yes, he still held a bit of nostalgia for his childhood, which kept him lonely and isolated abroad, causing him to give up all the advantages and splendor of foreign lands to return here. Standing here, wandering in the night, what he saw was still such a miserable scene.
Had he made a mistake by coming back?
In the darkness, he clenched his fists and asked himself.
Why did he always see such scenes?
That night years ago, he had finally mustered the courage to leave his dormitory and go to her dormitory to find her. Standing under the tree, he saw them leaning on each other.
Even after they released each other, his hands remained tightly clenched into fists.
Until the two shadows disappeared into the darkness, his hands were still tightly clenched into fists.
Before returning home, after returning home, and then back to Liu Family Village, all the calmness and composure he had prepared for were torn apart and shattered at this moment.
After a long time, he stood in the cold wind, like weathered stone, like a sculpture. He wore a thin suit, yes, a suit; he had now swapped outfits and styles with Xu Wen. Dressed in a deep blue suit, he stood elegantly in the wind, his body frozen cold.
Was it the superior environment abroad that had degraded his body and will? How could he be so fragile? It was just a bit of cold wind; why did it feel so freezing, leaving him in such a state?
He shivered, his consciousness slightly awakened from the cold.
What was he clenching his fists for? Was it anger? What right did he have to be angry? He was the one who left her; couldn’t she be happy with someone else? What was he to her? His relationship with her was open and legitimate; why should he feel anger? What did it matter to him?
Having lived in her house for so many years, could he not kiss her? Hadn’t he kissed her before? Who did he think he was?
A hint of mocking laughter appeared at the corner of An Shaojie's mouth. He slowly relaxed his clenched fists and turned away from the darkness, walking back alone, his silhouette appearing very lonely.
Upon returning home, Bai Cuifang asked, "Where did you go so late?"
He smiled faintly, similar to the calm smile before leaving, but lacking the composure and tranquility. It was like his childhood smile but now carried a hint of coldness that kept others at bay. "I didn’t go anywhere; I just stood outside for a while," he replied as he closed the door behind him.
"What about Sister and them?" he asked.
"They're talking in the room," Bai Cuifen answered.
After acknowledging with an "oh," An Shaojie’s expression turned somewhat desolate as he headed upstairs.
"Jian Ming hasn’t gone up yet; aren’t you going to wait for him?" Bai Cuifen asked from the stairway.
Jian Ming also lived upstairs; Bai Cuifen meant for him to join them in Shaw Min's room for a chat.
"I won’t wait; I’m feeling a bit tired. I’ll go to sleep first," An Shaojie replied as he continued up the stairs.
Not long ago, everything was fine and calm. Bai Cuifen thought that his temperament had changed, but after standing at the door for a while, he returned to his childhood self, cold enough that even family members could not approach him.
Bai Cuifang shook her head and sighed. Just as she was about to enter the room, she heard An Shaojie’s voice coming from the top of the stairs, “I might return to Beijing early.”
“Early?” Bai Cuifang was still processing this information. “Why? Didn’t you say you would stay for a while before leaving?”
An Shaojie paused briefly and said, “There’s an urgent matter at the company that requires me to go back sooner.” Without turning around, he continued up the stairs.
“Then... when are you leaving?” Bai Cuifang remembered to ask just as he was about to turn the corner of the staircase, chasing after his retreating figure.
“Day after tomorrow,” his voice lingered outside as his silhouette disappeared into the staircase.
“Day after tomorrow?” Bai Cuifang murmured softly. “Why is he suddenly leaving for Beijing so soon? He said he would come back often to see me; it seems I can’t count on that anymore.”
She thought about how, after Shaw Min and Simple left, she still had many questions for him and things to say. It had been difficult keeping them bottled up inside.
The next morning, An Shaojie strolled along the country road in the morning mist.
In fact, he did not know which direction he was heading.
In recent years, due to Qinglan's factory operations, Liu Family Village and the surrounding villages within dozens of kilometers had undergone significant changes, along with the roads and highways leading in various directions.
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