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“Danger—” He Yiting rushed forward, pulling her tightly into his embrace, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his chest. They both fell onto the crosswalk.
Then came the screeching sound of brakes. The truck driver leaned out of the window, yelling at them furiously, “Are you trying to get yourselves killed? If you want to die, at least do it far away!”
“Are you okay?” He Yiting’s gentle voice made Zhao Wantong’s nose tingle, and she burst into tears in his arms.
“I thought I was going to die! Wuwu…”
“You’re perfectly fine, don’t cry.” His fingers gently stroked her soft hair, calming her panic and silently absorbing her sorrow. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Halfway through her crying, Zhao Wantong felt utterly pathetic. Just moments ago, she had been angry at this “idiot,” and now here she was, shamelessly seeking comfort in his embrace. She felt more resentment towards him for not valuing his own life.
“How could you be so foolish? What if the truck really hit me? Even if you rushed in to save me, it wouldn’t matter; you’d just lose your own life! I’ve never met a man as stupid as you!”
“My life was already saved by you. Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today.” He Yiting held her tightly again, filled with appreciation.
“What?” Zhao Wantong was too slow to grasp the meaning behind his words, but a surge of emotion began to swell within her.
At that moment, words felt too inadequate. In novels, authors often choose to express a character's heart-fluttering feelings through internal monologues, but He Yiting chose to let his actions speak for his love.
His warm lips enveloped her soft ones, and the lingering kiss left Zhao Wantong dazed. She wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her sweetness captivated him; her fragrance made him want to abandon all gentlemanly principles, to go mad for her, to lose himself completely.
“Um… I don’t mean to interrupt your moment,” said a passing traffic officer, trying to suppress his embarrassment as he scolded them. “But it’s rush hour; could you please move along?”
They both glared at the officer simultaneously; the feeling of their sweet moment being interrupted was truly awful!
“So you’ve loved me for three years?” Zhao Wantong’s vanity as a woman was greatly satisfied.
It turned out there was a man who had loved her silently for three years, foolishly waiting for a relationship that seemed fruitless. A man as smart and capable as him could also have moments of insecurity.
"Yes, only one heartless girl has long forgotten about me, leaving me foolishly waiting all this time." He Yiting deliberately teased her, and he was pleased to see a guilty expression on her face. "Alright, I’m not that concerned."
"But I was really scared at that time. Your face was completely pale; I thought you were really going to die..."
Hearing about the accident from three years ago, Zhao Wantong didn’t feel particularly heroic; instead, she was frustrated with herself for lacking the courage to face death.
On one hand, she was deeply moved by He Yiting's silent dedication to her for three years, leaving her with a mix of emotions.
"Do you still acknowledge our agreement? You asked me to devote myself to you, and I’ve made all the preparations, just waiting for you to accept me," He Yiting thought it would have been better if he had been more straightforward about his feelings earlier. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone around in circles and wasted so much time.
"Come on, can you show a little restraint?" Zhao Wantong's face turned red.
"What is restraint? For men, that’s just useless." A faint smile replaced his usual cold demeanor, and Zhao Wantong had to admit that she liked this side of He Yiting; it made him seem more human.
Zhao Wantong pinched He Yiting's nose and laughed at him. "What if I never realized your feelings and ended up marrying my ex-boyfriend and having kids? What would you do then?"
"That’s impossible," he replied, because the person her ex-boyfriend cheated with was someone he had "recommended" to her.
"Why not?"
"Because what’s meant to be mine cannot be escaped." He effortlessly dismissed her question.
"You’re so vain!"
"Have you heard the fable 'Crane's Gratitude'?"
"So are you going to weave fabric and make new clothes for me in return for saving your life?" Zhao Wantong held his hands tightly, her eyes reflecting deeper affection for him. It seemed she truly loved this man.
He Yiting lowered his head and gently kissed her soft lips, smiling as he said, "I can only weave one kind of fabric: a white gauze dress that a girl can wear only once in her lifetime." At least he promised not to give her a chance to wear it a second time.
Realizing the hidden meaning behind his words, Zhao Wantong's face flushed with embarrassment. "You’re just being cheeky. Who said I would marry you?"
"Ha, still being stubborn at this moment? But the way you’re tsundere and headstrong is quite adorable."
"Brother Yiting—" A distant call floated into their ears. Zhao Wantong had a great memory, so she would never forget that the girl currently linked arm-in-arm with her Editor-in-Chief was right there! Ah! It’s you again?!
"Get away from my man!" Zhao Wantong glared angrily at the gentle girl who was clinging to He Yiting.
"Sorry, big sister," He Tingting said, her big watery eyes looking at her.
"Hmph, as long as you know your mistake... Wait?! What did you just call me? Big sister?" Zhao Wantong was momentarily taken aback, feeling a bit confused. She decided to seek help from He Yiting.
He Yiting stretched out his long arm and pulled his little sister close, positioning their almost identical faces together for Zhao Wantong to admire. The two similar faces broke into the same smile: "We are siblings; she is my sister, He Tingting."
Two siblings...
He Tingting...
She was actually feeling jealous of her future sister-in-law. Oh heavens!
Zhao Wantong suddenly felt an urge to summon "Mr. Memory"...
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