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"Is that handsome uncle just now Yao Nian's boyfriend?!" Fang Yiran exclaimed in surprise.
"Not yet," Lin Mo replied with a mysterious smile. "But who knows what the future holds?"
Yao Nian couldn't help but sigh at how delicious the food was.
It was already time to head back to the dorms, and there weren't many people on campus. The dim streetlights cast slanted beams, illuminating the moonlit path that was as white as frost and snow, stretching across the green-shaded walkway.
Shen Du had likely just finished showering; Yao Nian could smell the faint scent of his body wash. From her angle, she could only see Shen Du's profile under the streetlight, his features sharp and clean, his eyelashes slightly lowered, lips pressed together, exuding an air of noble indifference.
He suddenly spoke, "Yao Nian."
"Hmm?" She hurriedly pulled her gaze away.
"Hold on tighter; you might fall."
Yao Nian instinctively tightened her arms around his neck. In doing so, their bodies were almost pressed tightly against each other.
She noticed Shen Du's body stiffen for a moment before he said, "You don't need to hold on so tightly."
Yao Nian rested her chin on his shoulder as a gentle breeze blew by, stretching their shadows quietly across the ground, making everything around them appear hazy and dreamlike.
This was the first time she embraced him so openly. It even created a fleeting illusion of happiness.
"Uncle Shen," Yao Nian asked softly, "Do you ever think I'm a burden?"
Shen Du paused slightly, surprised by her question.
She unconsciously lowered her voice. "I just feel like you’re already so busy with work, and I keep bothering you. It's late, and you still have to rush over to take me to the hospital. It was the same before in Huaibei..."
Shen Du opened the car door gently and helped her into the seat before retrieving a pillow from the backseat to place under her swollen ankle.
After doing all this, he half-squatted by the car door and spoke earnestly, "Have I ever told you to call me if you need anything?"
Yao Nian nodded slightly.
"Then why didn't you say anything when you got hurt tonight?"
Yao Nian moved her lips, about to speak, when her clear eyes collided with his dark, inky gaze. She felt her ears burning, and instinctively leaned back, realizing that it wasn't a serious matter. Even if he didn't come tonight, she planned to go to the hospital at dawn.
Shen Du helplessly ruffled her hair, still treating her like an outsider.
When they arrived at the hospital, there weren't many people in the orthopedics department at that hour. After registering and going through emergency procedures, Shen Du took Yao Nian for an MRI. While waiting for the report, she took the initiative to recount what had happened that evening.
The young girl hung her head, looking dejected. When I delivered her things, I really didn’t think too much about it; perhaps I said too much that night.
Shen Du's brows, which had been slightly furrowed, tightened even more. It’s too dangerous for you to be this way.
Yao Nian bit her lip. I’ve never understood why she harbors such animosity towards us, but if something were to happen to her, I would never find peace in my life.
Although Yao Nian's parents had a strained relationship, it was clear she had been protected throughout her upbringing. Her kind and soft-hearted nature often led her to unconsciously absorb and merge with others' negative emotions, making her susceptible to internal conflict and self-doubt.
After a moment of silence, Shen Du turned to her and asked, Have you read any books by Keigo Higashino?
The Japanese mystery novelist?
Shen Du's gaze deepened. He once said in "Malice" that some people's hatred is unfounded; they are mediocre, talentless, and insignificant. Therefore, your excellence, your family, your kindness, and your happiness become sins.
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