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At the moment their eyes met, Yao Nian clearly saw the dark circles under his eyes, a clear sign that he had stayed up all night.
"You spent the whole night in the car?" she asked in shock.
"Weren't you the one who said the roads were slippery because of the snow?" Shen Du replied with a smile.
"That doesn't mean you should stay in the car!"
Yao Nian felt a surge of anger as she grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the house. "I thought you were coming home last night. Why didn't you tell me? You just had a fever; what if you catch a cold again?"
Suddenly, his wrist was gently caught.
Yao Nian paused, looking at him in confusion.
Shen Du's smile faded, and his gaze became serious and intense. "I need to talk to you."
Feeling the coldness of his hand, Yao Nian frowned. "Can we talk inside?"
Shen Du adjusted her coat on her shoulders and continued, "I thought about it all night and felt it was necessary to explain my behavior from last night."
Yao Nian was taken aback and looked up slightly.
"When I realized my feelings for you exceeded what they should be, I tried to confront the gap between us. You're only nineteen; you should enjoy the most beautiful love that belongs to your age. Clearly, I'm not the right person for you."
Her heart sank at his words.
Then she heard Shen Du sigh softly. "As long as you're human, it's impossible to remain rational forever."
"You asked me why I treat you so well. I thought about it all night and couldn't find another reason; the only answer is..."
Warm breath brushed against her cheek, and Yao Nian's shoulders tensed for a moment, as if carrying a strong omen; her heart raced suddenly at that moment.
His Adam's apple moved slightly as he spoke slowly but firmly: "Because I like you, so I want to treat you well."
Yao Nian recalled the first time she met him; all those fluttering feelings came without warning. The man sat at the dining table, completely out of place amidst the surrounding chaos, his smiling eyes etched into her heart from that moment on.
She struggled to maintain her composure as she looked at him and quietly retorted, "I've been through enough."
Shen Du paused for a moment, a faint smile in his voice. "That ten-year-old girl, would you let me keep treating you well?"
She forced herself to lower her raised eyebrows and stubbornly said, "You've treated me well enough."
"Then let me put it another way."
The man’s gaze remained unwavering as he looked directly into her eyes: "Are you willing to be with me?"
The sound echoed, and the whispers of wind and snow faded away, leaving only a buzzing in her ears. The world around her was silent.
The girl blinked slowly, her eyes wide and innocent, sparkling with clarity.
Shen Du's gentle voice was sincere and meticulous: "It may not be peaceful for you. I have had a past relationship, and if you want to hear about it, I can tell you slowly. If our feelings differ in any way, I am willing to retreat to our original boundaries."
His smile remained tender as ever. "There's no need to rush your response; you have plenty of time to think it over."
No need at all—not even a second of consideration.
Yao Nian took a step forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stood on her tiptoes and hugged him tightly.
It was still at her doorstep, still the same embrace. The difference was that Shen Du finally let go of his restraint, tightening his arms around her and pulling her firmly into his embrace.
The girl’s body felt incredibly soft, her fine hair lifted by the wind, brushing against his chin like delicate little claws. He didn’t shy away; his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his heartbeat racing out of rhythm.
His coat slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground. Yao Nian nestled into the crook of his neck, feeling the tumultuous waves of his heartbeat resonating within his chest—thump after thump.
She inexplicably recalled the moment she received the watch he had given her, feeling despondent at the thought that she could never have someone as wonderful as him in her life.
In that moment, all her longings bloomed like flowers in spring. The girl’s buried heart burst forth like fireworks from the night before—grand and vibrant.
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