“…” I followed silently behind him. If someone else had told this lie, my father might not have believed it.
But coming from Yin Zhongtian, my father trusted it completely.
That night, after showering and preparing for bed, my mother came to my room and talked to me for a long time. She called me foolish and blamed me for lying to them. She said they only hoped I could find a good partner, someone who truly loved me.
I understood: parents’ love is selfless; no matter what you do wrong, they will always love you.
Later, she asked about Ye Zhengchen and if he had a girlfriend. I thought for a long time and replied, “No.”
My mother seemed like she wanted to ask more, but refrained.
A text message alert sounded on my phone from Ye Zhengchen’s number: [I’m downstairs at your place.]
I quickly threw on an outer coat and ran outside, barely having time to change clothes. My mother chased after me. “Bingbing, where are you going?”
“Something at the hospital… You guys sleep. Don’t wait up.”
I rushed downstairs and looked around. I saw a car parked under a tree, with Ye Zhengchen half-leaning against it, smiling at me.
The dim street lamp illuminated his face, casting a slightly dark tone on his skin. As I approached, I noticed he had lost weight, his facial features more defined.
“Have you been very busy these days?”
“You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
He hesitated. “Not bad.”
We walked aimlessly along a path covered with leaves, feeling warm despite the cold air.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I went to your apartment.” Our conversation felt ordinary yet profound.
“Is there something you need so late?”
“Just wanted to take a walk with you…”
I lowered my head, unable to hide my sweetness.
“You can laugh if you want. I know you missed me…”
I didn’t deny it, glancing at him. “So sentimental. Not your usual style.”
“Ah, can’t help it… powerless…”
If someone else had said this, it would mean nothing, but from him, it struck differently. “You can also be powerless?”
“I seem to hear disappointment in your tone…” Ye Zhengchen stopped and looked at me, the wind tousling his smile. “Although I’m a bit powerless now, if you strongly demand, it’s not impossible…”
