When bringing Yin Zhongtian back to Nanzhou, I accompanied him to meet our parents, then went home with him. As I washed his clothes in the bathroom, I listened to him chat with Uncle Yin and Aunt Yin. I glanced at the empty doorframe, feeling a melancholic foam spreading in my hands.
After washing the clothes and hanging them on the balcony, I told Yin Zhongtian softly, “I have a night shift, I’m leaving now. I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
“Eat dinner before you go,” Aunt Yin said.
“No, I need to go to the hospital to see my dad.”
Yin Zhongtian sees me to the elevator, and when it hasn’t arrived, he moves closer to me. I suppress my instinctive reaction and remain still.
His hand rests on my shoulder. “You and that Ye Canmou seem to have a good relationship.”
“Not bad,” I reply, adding, “Haven’t seen each other for many years.”
“Why is he helping you?”
I dislike this question, feeling it’s a bit worldly-wise and suspicious. “Maybe remembering old ties.”
The elevator arrives, and I quickly step in. “Rest well, don’t overthink. The person is fine, that’s what matters most!”
Yin Zhongtian stops me. “When there’s a chance, let’s invite Ye Canmou for a meal.”
“Huh?” I don’t understand.
“We should thank him! Besides, relationships need more communication.”
As the elevator doors close, I give a bitter smile. If Yin Zhongtian knew how well I’ve been communicating with Ye Zhengchen these past few days, I wonder what he’d think.
Author’s note: People are afraid of comparisons! Ye hasn’t returned, and the girl thinks Yin is quite nice. But when Ye appears, it’s like heaven and earth!
Ye: Stepmother, how long are you going to torture me? Biological Mother Xin Xin (pondering): Soon, we’ll break up. Ye: And then? Biological Mother Xin Xin: Soon, we’ll get married. Ye: Really?
Biological Mother Xin Xin: That depends on how much I can stir things up.
P.S. What do you all think of Yin Zhongtian?
Broken Engagement Tossing and turning in the duty room until midnight, two figures linger in my mind. Yin Zhongtian’s dejection evokes sympathy, while Ye Zhengchen’s imposing manner fills me with unease. They seem to compete in my thoughts, leaving me in disarray.
