Nannan? Upon hearing this na, a pang struck deep in Zhan Qiyi’s heart. Are these two already so close?
He watched as the two walked toward him, then he clearly saw the man’s full appearance and instantly recognized him: "It’s you."
Lin Mubai stepped forward and extended his right hand in a gentlemanly manner to greet the other: "Hello, we didn’t properly get to know each other last ti. My na is Lin Mubai."
"I’m Zhan Yiqi."
"Thank you for bringing Nannan back last night."
Upon hearing Lin Mubai’s words, An Nan felt that sothing was odd, but she’s naturally slow to pick up on such things and didn’t think much of it, putting the confusing matter behind her.
An Nan didn’t sense anything strange, though it doesn’t an others can’t.
Facing Lin Mubai, Zhan Qiyi candidly declared, answering with sothing unrelated: "Mr. Lin, An Nan and I have been good friends for many years. Having dinner and bringing her back is just what I should do."
The implication was clear: telling him that they’ve known each other for many years, while he’s only known her for a few days.
As if oblivious to the implication, Lin Mubai continued to smile lightly and then dropped a heart-wrenching line for Zhan Qiyi.
"Nannan, it’s late, let’s head back and rest."
An Nan, without picking up on the subtext, habitually responded: "Yeah, I am quite tired, let’s hurry ho."
After responding to Lin Mubai, she also bade Zhan Qiyi good night and turned to leave, throughout it all, failing to notice his complexion had changed.
However, Lin Mubai thoroughly saw the pallor on the other’s face, yet there was no trace of guilt in his heart. To him, love is sothing to fight for, not rely having it because you waited long enough.
"Mr. Zhan, goodnight, see you next ti."
With that, Lin Mubai turned and walked in the direction An Nan had gone.
Yes, he wouldn’t give up, and how could he?
After years of protecting, loving, how could he easily let go?
After taking a few steps, an unwilling voice sounded behind him: "Mr. Lin, no matter what your relationship with An Nan is now, I won’t give up."
With his back to the speaker, Lin Mubai’s lips curled in disdain. Won’t give up? That’s fine, ultimately he will teach him the aning of disappointnt.
For An Nan, he’s equally resolute in pursuing, even more determined to succeed.
Lin Mubai returned ho to find the door open, and imdiately saw An Nan lounging on the sofa, hugging a pillow, eyes fixated on the TV screen, paying no mind to the sound of him closing the door.
He moved forward, sitting gently beside her, clearly sensing her unease, but feigned ignorance, softly asking: "Is it that good?"
An Nan was clearly out of sorts, staring blankly at him upon hearing the question, incessantly nodding her head, seemingly unsure what she wanted to express.
Lin Mubai helplessly reached out to ruffle her hair, indulgently saying: "What did you have for dinner?"
"French cuisine."
"Was it good?"
An Nan first nodded, then shook her head, after a long while her subdued voice sounded in their ears: "So dishes were good, so were awful, overall not as good as yours."
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