Nan Sheng had not returned until ten o'clock in the evening.
After having dinner with her grandma, she went to Yin Han's house.
Since it was too late, grandma went to bed first.
Nan Sheng wanted to wait here for Yin Han to come back. She came in here and saw where he slept. Even though she knew that his life was difficult, she still couldn't control her emotions the moment she really saw it.
The small room with an unobstructed view had very few things compared to his grandma's place. Apart from the bed and desk, there was basically nothing extra.
The iron bed seemed smaller than grandma's, and it only had a thin quilt on such a cold day. So the one he gave grandma was good, but he just had to make do with it?
There are stacks of books under the iron bed. Without exception, those books are yellowed and not new.
Nan Sheng felt a dense pain in her heart. Only now did she know that Yin Han lived such a life after he was released from prison in his previous life?
It was she who destroyed him herself.
Since there was nothing extra to sit on, Nan Sheng took off her shoes and lay down on the small iron bed. The moment she lay down, she almost doubted her life.
She lay down still wearing a thick coat, but she didn't get up. Instead, she pulled the quilt aside to cover her, took a deep breath, and exhaled comfortably.
In addition to the clean and refreshing soap smell, there is also a smell that is unique to him. I can't tell what it is, but it smells good.
Lying on the bed, Nan Sheng felt a familiar smell, maybe it was the first time he saw Yin Han today, and various emotions such as excitement, excitement, regret, and distress were mixed together. Nan Sheng quickly fell asleep.
One o'clock.
The streets of the community were already deserted. Yin Han finished his work and walked tiredly in the dark.
He accurately walked to the fifth floor and opened the door. He saw the light turned on, but he didn't pay attention and thought it was his grandma who opened it.
I habitually walked to the kitchen to eat the food prepared by grandma.
He didn't notice the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed just now.
After finishing the meal quickly, he washed the pots and bowls. Maybe the faucet was too noisy.
He didn't notice anyone approaching him until there were two hands on his waist: "Yin Han, I miss you so much."
Yin Han's mind went blank. Why was she here?
He quickly turned off the faucet, turned around and pushed Nan Sheng away.
Nan Sheng was pushed away by him and realized that he wanted to leave again. He immediately said loudly: "Yin Han! If you leave again, I will cry for you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to make a whimpering sound.
In the past, as long as she said these words, Yin Han would rely on her for anything.
"Go back." Yin Han said these two words lightly.
This was the first time Nan Sheng heard his voice since his rebirth.
Not the magnetic and gentle voice in my memory.
"I'm not going back. I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I was lying on the bed just now. It's so cold. Can you give me a hug?"
The Nan Sheng people moved forward again, getting very close to Yin Han.
Yin Han lowered his head slightly, he hadn't looked at her like this for a long time.
How could she stay in a place like this?
It's so messy, so dirty, and there's nothing there. Fairies shouldn't stay in such a place.
Yin Han wanted to push the person away, but Nan Sheng knew what he wanted to do, so she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, hooked her legs around his waist, and hung her whole body on him like a koala.
Almost instantly, Yin Han felt something strange about himself and wanted to throw him off with all his strength.
"Yin Han, wuwuwu, you can't do this. It will hurt if you fall down later. I'm afraid of pain, wuwuwu." Nan Sheng pretended to cry on purpose, and then held him tightly with her hands.
Sure enough, Yin Han didn't move when he heard her cry, as if he had compromised: "I'm very dirty."
So you must still hold me.
Yin Han tried his best to control his desires, he was afraid that he would see her disgusted eyes again.
That look could kill him.
"It's dirty, I didn't take a shower, and I'm dirty too, so it's okay for all of us to stick to each other." The moment Nan Sheng heard his voice clearly, she started to cry when she was pretending to cry.
Grandma said that her voice sounded like this when she first met him.
So Nan Sheng guessed whether something happened in the prison.
She suddenly thought of her grandma saying that he was injured today, and wanted to come down to check, but then she thought of something and continued: "Yin Han, I'm coming down, you can't leave, and you can't push me away. Do you understand?"
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed...
Nan Sheng didn't get a response, but if she didn't give up, she wouldn't believe that Yin Han could bear it. After spending so many years with him, she knew what he couldn't stand the most about her.
"Yin Han, okay? Promise me. If you don't promise me, I won't come down and keep crying. Then my eyes will be swollen from crying, and then I'll faint."
Nan Sheng didn't want to cry. She was already in her twenties after all, but when facing Yin Han, she wanted to cry when she thought about his current life.
Thinking back to the time when she was in the Yin family, she would not cry easily in front of anyone, but she would cry easily in front of Yin Han, and she would often act coquettishly. It is no exaggeration to say that she would cry even if she was bitten by a mosquito.
One of the most serious times was when she went to the back garden to pick flowers. She ran into an ant nest for some reason and was stung by ants several times on her feet. She didn't cry. She ran back and started crying in front of Yin Han. She didn't care. No matter how he coaxed her, she kept crying, and then... she fainted from crying.
So from that time on, Yin Han was afraid of her crying.
As expected, Yin Han responded quietly.
After receiving Yin Han's answer, Nan Sheng let go and stood still, then took his hand. This action made Yin Han subconsciously shrink his hand.
But Nan Sheng noticed the calluses on his palms.
Breathing in the love, she raised her head and said to him: "I want to see your wound, is that okay?"
Yin Han's pupils shrank, how did she know?
Nan Sheng couldn't see his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. She stood on tiptoes and tried to push his hair away, but she couldn't reach it.
"Yin Han, lower your head."
He thought Yin Han would not respond, but he lowered his head reflexively.
Nan Sheng smiled knowingly. As soon as he touched his hair, he was dodged again, and Yin Han walked out.
"Yin Han, do you hate me? Do you dislike me?"
Nan Sheng's voice was hoarse, and mist rose in her eyes, but her fingers clenched her palms tightly, and she was afraid of hearing a definite answer.
Yin Han clenched his fists, after all, he couldn't bear to see her sad.
How could he hate her? It was always she who hated him the most.
How could he not like her? He liked her so much that he would go crazy thinking about her in the dead of night.
He turned around suddenly, and the person in front of him looked at him for a moment. Her originally bright eyes were filled with a heart-stopping mist, and crystal tears filled her eyes.
Yin Han knew that if he rejected her in the next second, she would cry.
"Ugly, I've become ugly." So I don't want you to see it.
