Chapter 68: Distance makes the heart fragile

  Lin Xiao gently patted Su Yisu's shoulder and said with a heavy heart: "Su, at this time, what you call being sulky is completely meaningless. Perhaps Jiang Fengchen just wants to understand the whole thing, and he doesn't mean to suspect you, but you keep questioning him for not trusting you, and say that you don't bother to explain. In the face of distance, even the most confident heart can be very fragile. Your avoidance will only make each other's feelings more fractured, do you understand?"

  Jiang Zuo nodded his head, "Can't help but admit, Lin Wan said it right."

  Su Yisu dodged the question and leaned in with a smile, "Lin Wan, tell me honestly, where did you get such deep feelings?"

  Lin Wan Huo was furious and turned around to leave, "Su Yi Su! You deserve to suffer!"

  Jiang Yaoyong shrugged his shoulders and said, "I only have two sentences to say. First, you handle it yourself. Second, Lin Wan has a guilty conscience." He also followed along.

  "Could it be that Lin Wan has some unspeakable secret?" Su Yi Su muttered to herself, and her curiosity about Lin Wan's inexplicable anger grew stronger. As for the argument with Jiang Feng Chen, she had already thrown it to the back of her mind. Perhaps she just didn't want to face it.

  Drunk Jiang Fengchen was supported back to the rental house by An Yiran with great difficulty, and he had already lost his sense of reality due to intoxication, stumbling around and muttering "Yi Su... Yi Su..."

  An Yiran exerted a lot of effort to support him onto the couch, found a towel to wipe his face, and covered him with a quilt, just about to leave, but was caught by Jiang Fengchen's hand grabbing her right hand in a daze, "Yisu, don't go!"

  An Yiran was startled and hurriedly stretched out her left hand to try and pry it open, but Jiang Fengchen's strength was too great, and she couldn't budge it at all.

  "Stay with me... don't go..."

  Looking at Jiang Fengchen who was still muttering to himself, a hint of sinister intent flashed across An Yiran's eyes, and a bold idea suddenly flashed through her mind. At this moment, the familiar ringtone came from the bag slung over her shoulder. An Yiran snapped back to reality, subconsciously trying to struggle free from Jiang Fengchen again, but gave up after a few attempts. She could only use her left hand to laboriously dig out her phone from the bag and press the answer button.

  "Sister, are you free?"

  Upon hearing this voice, An Yiran's gloomy face instantly cleared up, and he softly scolded: "It's already 12 o'clock, why haven't you gone to sleep? What's wrong?"

  The girl looked somewhat wronged and said: "I couldn't sleep."

  "Tomorrow you still have class," An Yiran patiently comforted her, "Didn't you learn yoga a while ago? Open the yoga music and listen to it, you'll fall asleep soon."

  "Okay, goodnight, sister."

  "Alright." An hung up the phone and let out a sigh. At seventeen, she should have been carefree and innocent, but why did fate have to make her endure so much hardship, forcing her to mature too early? As she sighed, she glanced down at Jiang Fengchen, who was almost asleep, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up on the fleeting thought that had just crossed her mind. She gently pried open his slightly relaxed hand, quietly closed the door, and walked out.

  She understands that too much is as bad as too little.

  The morning sunlight filtered through the thick curtains, and Jiang Fengchen woke up from his sleep, blinded by the intense light. He squinted for a while before getting used to it. He frowned and rubbed his temples with his hand, the effects of last night's alcohol having worn off, but his head was still throbbing painfully, reminding him of his debauchery the night before.

  It wasn't until a while later that he realized he was sleeping at home, looking at the familiar decorations, Jiang Fengchen couldn't help but feel suspicious, who had sent him back last night?

  At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang a short prompt tone. Jiang Fengchen opened the text message with one hand, "Fengchen, are you awake? I've cooked porridge, do you want to come over and have breakfast together? You drank too much last night, alcohol is not good for you after all, you should eat something light to open up your appetite."

  Jiang Fengchen only then remembered that An Yiran had been with him all night, and probably she was the one who sent him back too. He should thank her in person.

  He got up, dragging his dizzy and swollen body to wash up, and Jiang Fengchen closed the door and set off towards An Yiran's home. When he arrived, An Yiran had just finished arranging the bowls and chopsticks, and as he looked at the exquisite breakfast on the table, he couldn't help but think of his parents again, missing the taste of home.

  "It seems like An Yiran understood his thoughts, saying: 'Every day, getting up and being able to eat a bowl of warm porridge, having someone by your ear talking to you, this is probably what we people who are away from home yearn for the most? An Yijun has also left, from now on it's just us two relying on each other. Feng Chen, come, between people, we should be supporting each other.' Saying that, he handed him a pair of chopsticks and gestured for him to sit down."

  Jiang Fengchen was slightly moved, "Every time I walk in here, it gives me a feeling of home."

  An Yiran smiled lightly and said, "Then you must work hard."

  Jiang Fengchen smiled and neither confirmed nor denied it, lowering his head to quietly drink his porridge. Home? His concerns were all in Jiang City.

  River City

  Lin Xiao walked on the campus road, holding an umbrella and complaining: "It's already late November, but the sun is still shining so brightly. Does it really know what time of year it is?"

  Su Yisu smiled and said: "It's possible that it will cool down tomorrow, but come to think of it, the person who fears the heat the most shouldn't be you, so why is it you?"

  That's because she wasn't there. People in love don't want her following them around all day, lest someone harbor resentment.

  Su Yi Su just smiled and didn't say anything.

  "So, what's going on between you and Jiang Fengchen?"

  Su Yi put on an expression of indifference, "Nothing much, he didn't contact me and I didn't contact him, probably just in a cold war."

  Lin Wan sneered, "Aren't you afraid that someone who's heartbroken and depressed might be taken advantage of by people with ulterior motives? For example..."

  An Yiran? Su Yisuo suddenly thought of this name. Although she had never seen her, her intuition told her that it must be a mature and elegant beauty, gentle and considerate, understanding and knowledgeable... Hmm! What's the difference between this and a vinegar jar! Just because Jiang Fengchen suspected him, he also got himself into trouble.

  She shook her head repeatedly to wake herself up from her increasingly paranoid thoughts and said, "Jiang Fengchen is not that kind of person."

  "This is hard to say. Men are all animals who easily change their minds."

  Su Yisu looked at Lin Wan with some anger, "Not everyone is like that!"

  Lin Xiao shrugged her shoulders, "Su big sister, calm down, it's hot enough already."

  "I don't want to bother with you." Su Yi walked away with a huff.

  Lin Xiao smiled, after all, she was still a child who would never grow up.

  Su Yisu walked ahead, her face calm, but in fact, she was a little nervous inside. The outside world was so wonderful, who could guarantee that they would never get lost? Even the feelings of mutual trust and solidity that she had once believed in were now shaken. It wasn't until then that she could understand Jiang Fengchen's unease.

  Two people together, in addition to trust, should also be able to give each other a strong sense of security. Unfortunately, neither of them can do it. It's a pity that Lin Wan is right, distance will make people's hearts fragile.

  Su Yisu stopped and looked up at the clear sky, the strong light making her eyes dizzy. Chen, I suddenly have no confidence, how long can we hold on? If you can sense it, give me a peace of mind pill, okay?