Su Li widened her eyes, staring at the man in front of her who was gentle like the spring sun, and in a daze, she saw the little brother from ten years ago.
Su Li blurted out, "Is it you and Feng Huaijin?"
He nodded lightly with a smile, the warmth in his smile softening his features, making him appear more refined: "Thank you for saving ."
Perhaps for many people, even for Feng Huaijin, that incident was terrifying, yet for him, in the already dark darkness, he suddenly discovered a glimpse of dawn.
Su Li felt a bit embarrassed, she never thought it would be them. Twelve years ago, she had only a vague impression left in her mind, most of it forgotten.
"Feng Ciye, why are you here?" A cold voice ca from the doorway, with eyes shooting sharply forward.
Su Li and Feng Ciye looked over simultaneously, it was Feng Huaijin.
He had changed out of his soaked suit, bought a random set from a nearby mall, and who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at the door he would see Feng Ciye sitting there, truly an eyesore!
Feng Huaijin coldly glanced at the two bodyguards at the door, the stout bodyguards shrunk their necks in fear, looking helplessly at Feng Huaijin.
That... that’s the Fourth Young Master, not an ordinary person, can’t be stopped.
Feng Ciye saw Feng Huaijin, seemingly unconcerned, smiled slightly: "I ca to visit Su Li, have a chat, what’s wrong Old Seven?"
Really such a damn eyesore.
Feng Ciye was too clever, didn’t wait for Feng Huaijin to issue a guest order, smiled and got up to say to Su Li: "You fell into the river today and are uncomfortable, have a good rest, I’ll head back first, we’ll chat another day."
Feng Huaijin’s face suddenly turned grim, Feng Ciye still wanted to find an opportunity to chat with her?
What’s there to chat about?
Chat about how to grow flowers? How to enjoy the scenery? How to blend fragrances?
Feng Ciye just loves doing those things.
Feng Ciye gave Su Li a reassuring look and walked out of the ward.
The hands hidden in his sleeves, clenched in fists, relaxed gently, the warmth in his smile turning cold.
In the hall, he just happened to run into Mu Shian coming out. Mu Shian looked weary, sighed and said, "Her leg might be beyond healing."
Feng Ciye gently patted his shoulder.
Mu Shian shifted the topic and asked, "Why did you co down so quickly?"
"Feng Huaijin ca, I didn’t say much more," Feng Ciye put his hands into the warm pocket of his coat and headed outside.
He paused his steps and added lightly with a smile: "I don’t want to say much either."
He told Su Li that he lived in Jiangzhou Prefecture until age fourteen but didn’t tell her he spent those fourteen years living in a junkyard, always dealing with trash, forced to dig through garbage bins for recyclable rubbish every day after school.
Feng Huaijin’s grandparents often helped him, who frequently ca to recycle empty milk bottles, and once invited him for dinner at their ho.
He also didn’t say that the year he turned fourteen, when the Feng Family said they wanted to bring him back, deep down he actually felt relieved and happy.
He didn’t say... that back then he was trying to curry favor with the Feng Family’s legitimate young master Feng Huaijin, and chased after the angrily fleeing Feng Huaijin outside, both were captured by villains.
His past self was too humble, too dark, this side he didn’t want to reveal to her, leaving that tiny shred of dignity intact.
Inside the ward
Su Li wrapped herself in the blanket, her eyes peeking out at Feng Huaijin, sowhat innocently.
It was Feng Ciye who ca to visit her, had nothing to do with her, was he angry?
Feng Huaijin said irritably: "What’s the benefit for in being angry at you?"
Feng Huaijin casually swept his gaze, and his eyes suddenly landed coldly on the plum blossom vase on the bedside table.
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