Chapter 39

  She slept soundly for a very long time, so long that when she woke up, she was somewhat disoriented and didn't know what year or month it was.

  The curtains were tightly closed, not letting in a single ray of light. The only light inside the house came from a dim yellow desk lamp, and there was nothing else that could indicate the time, such as clocks or watches.

  The wound on her forehead hurt even more than before, throbbing in waves, as if someone was stepping on her temples one foot at a time, "thumping" and jumping, the blood vessels screaming, the pain surging forward.

  She couldn't help but let out a "hiss" and was about to sit up with the quilt, when she raised her hand, only to find that Wen Jingfan's hand was already wrapped around her waist through the quilt. He didn't use much force, yet it made her unable to move.

  She tilted her head to look up, and Wen Jingfan was still asleep. His eyes were tightly closed, with long eyelashes like feather fans casting a faint shadow under his eyes. The bridge of his nose was straight, his lips slightly pale, and lightly pursed.

  He is originally a refined and elegant face, now sleeping without any guard, making people feel even more innocent.

  Perhaps sensing her gaze, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes to look over.

  Those eyes were deep and dark, with a lazy casualness of just waking up, clear as a quiet pool of water, rippling with waves. As he met her calm gaze, he looked at her for a long time, curled his lips into a smile: "Awake?"

  It wasn't until then that An Ran realized how ambiguous her and his current posture was. Her body was half-tilted, being held in his arms, his tall legs making it seem like they were both sleeping on the same side of the bed, as if she was being completely enveloped by him.

  Add to that a breathing distance, and suddenly he felt extremely uneasy.

  She quietly stepped back and changed the subject: "What time is it now?"

  "It's almost 4 o'clock in the morning." Wen Jingfan glanced at his watch, and then seemed to remember something, saying: "Your phone has been ringing for a long time. It was Auntie who called. I was afraid she would worry, so I answered it for you."

  She was taken aback for a moment, "oh" escaped her lips, and her face turned slightly red.

  I don't know how Comrade An Xiang reacted after realizing she was with Wen Jingfan after answering the phone.

  Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Wen Jingfan, then carefully asked: "Did my mother say anything?"

  "He nodded slightly, sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard, one hand touching Vanxi who was still squatting on the pillow and sleeping, and the other hand still resting on her body: "Auntie told you to rest well and remember to change the dressing."

  Su Anran raised her hand and touched her forehead, lying in bed without wanting to get up: "I feel like my forehead is getting more and more painful..."

  Wen Jingfan gently moved away her hand that had fallen on his wound and said, "Let me take a look."

  His warm fingers landed around her wound, gently lifting the corner of the bandage to take a look at the wound. This was still what he really saw, the wound and the scar of the suture, which seemed to be slightly inflamed, with a slight redness.

  He furrowed his brow, his tone sinking a few degrees: "Can you get up now? I'll take you to the hospital to clean and dress your wound again, it seems to be getting inflamed."

  Su Anran let out an "ah" and couldn't help but touch the wound, only to have her hand intercepted again: "Don't touch."

  "Can't I wait until dawn before going..."

  Wen Jingfan was about to get up, but upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, seemingly thinking that the current timing was not quite right. After hesitating for a bit, he compromised: "Let's go after we've had breakfast."

  She covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, feeling drowsy again. She pulled the quilt back up to her eyes, only revealing a pair of eyes, "Then I'll sleep for a while."

  Wen Jingfan murmured "uh-huh" and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, Su Anran had already snuggled into the quilt and fallen asleep, with only a strand of hair exposed, lying not far in front of Fan.

  He looked at her and smiled silently, waiting until she fell asleep before quietly getting out of bed.

  Manxi, who was lying on the pillow, raised his head and glanced at him, stretched lazily, elegantly stepped in cat steps, under Wenjing Man's gaze, stiffened his scalp and drilled into the quilt, snuggled into Su Anran's arms to continue sleeping.

  Only one cat's tail lazily swept out of the quilt and swished twice.

  Wen Jingfan's face changed several times, thinking about deducting how much food from Fan Xi, while actually tucking in the quilt for this person and cat...

  After the egg and lean meat porridge was cooked in the electric rice cooker, he went to the bathroom to wash his face. On his way back to the room, Fan Xi got up in the middle of the night, bumped into her luggage, and conveniently unzipped a large section of the zipper on her luggage.

  He pinched the center of his brow with a slight headache and found that Fan Xi had indeed been a bit too careless lately. When he simply helped An Ran pick up the clothes that Fan Xi had hooked out with her claws, he suddenly saw the resignation letter she had casually placed in her luggage.

  A white envelope with the words "resignation" written in elegant handwriting with a fountain pen, and the creases were still new, it seemed that it had been prepared for not long.

  The surface of the envelope was a bit cool, and when I touched it with my hand, I felt that every corner had scratched my palm.

  He lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously, but his eyes deepened little by little.

  In the early morning of winter in City A, even with a warm room, he still felt it. The chill that came from some corner, bit by bit, invaded him, making his whole body feel slightly cool.

  He pinched the envelope for a long time, and finally put it back in place, safely tucked into his shirt as before. When he stood up, his face suddenly turned cold.

  He should have understood long ago that someone as stubborn as Rui An Ran wouldn't easily change her mind.

  That girl who knelt in front of the Buddha for an entire afternoon without moving, was once so fragile, now she is just as tough. Her heart, could it be easily conquered by his one or two tricks?

  He sat down on the sofa next to him, and when he saw the cigarettes and matches on the table, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his fingers fell on the armrest, tapping lightly twice.

  Hesitated for only a moment, then bent down to pick up the cigarette, long fingers drew out a cigarette from the case and pinched it between his fingers, finally putting it in his mouth.

  He doesn't often smoke, only occasionally when he feels stressed or works late into the night will he have a few cigarettes, but tonight... just looking at it makes him feel restless and unable to hold back.

  He pulled out a match and rubbed it against the rough surface with his finger, and the flame burst into brightness.

  He slowly took a drag, the bitterness entering his mouth, choking him so that his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, his eyes complex and hard to discern. It had indeed been a long time since he last smoked.

  This should be the second time Rui An saw him smoking, and also the first time she clearly saw his current appearance.

  This is a very different Wen Jingfan, his face still calm and serene, but the casual gesture of holding a cigarette between his fingers subtly reveals a hint of loneliness. Those distant-looking eyes seem to be shrouded in a layer of mist, unclear and impenetrable, like a hazy mountain range that can be seen but not grasped.

  She stood at the door for a moment, pondering for a long time, and then quietly retreated.

  The cat by her feet, however, didn't care about any of that. Seeing her go back to bed and pull up the covers again, it let out a displeased scratch with its paw.

  We agreed to go to the toilet together! Big cheat!

  Manxi jumped onto the sofa and burrowed into Wen Jingfan's arms, where he had been sitting for a while and seemed to have caught a chill. Manxi struggled in his arms several times but couldn't find a warm and comfortable position, just as he was about to get down and continue with the woman inside, Wen Jingfan raised his hand to hold him back.

  Manchu stuck his hand to his palm, raised his head to look at it, a pair of emerald eyes full of puzzlement - caught me doing what! Not agreed!

  Wen Jingfan held it in her arms, gently combing its soft fur with her fingers, while the other hand took out her phone and sent a text message to Wen Shaoyuan: "Received Anran's resignation letter, please suppress it at all costs, regardless of the consequences."

  The last four words were entirely because of consideration for Wen Ge.

  He doesn't want to let go of someone, no one else should intervene.

  When An Ran woke up again, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.

  The curtains were pulled open by Wen Jingfan at some point, and she lazily looked out, taking a long time to notice that after the misty water vapor on the window was a faint snowflake that could be completely ignored.

  In Jiangnan, it rarely snows, and even if it does, the snow doesn't accumulate much. After coming to A city, I can trample on the accumulated snow "crunching" every year, but even after seeing it for many years, my enthusiasm hasn't diminished.

  Because they were both a bit awkward at Wen Jingfan's place yesterday, the two of them just slept together except for their jackets. Now thinking back... Yanran feels that she must have been muddle-headed at that time.

  All the way here, he has been so cooperative and hasn't asked or mentioned anything.

  She slowly got up, the temperature here in Wen Jingfan's place was much more comfortable than her apartment, not too dry but still warm, and she didn't feel even a bit chilly when she got up directly.

  Outside the door was his voice calling Vanxi, his throat sounding much better, although still low and hoarse.

  She walked to the window to watch the snow, but the mist on the glass made it unclear. Just as she was hesitating whether to open the window or stick her head out to look, Wen Jingfan had already pushed open the door and entered.

  She saw her standing at the window, looking back at herself, with a face as white as snow under the sunlight. Her eyes were as black as obsidian, shining brightly.

  He leaned against the door frame, staring at her like this, their eyes locked for a long time.

  Van Hei ran over elegantly after finishing a very satisfying breakfast, squatting at the foot of Wen Jingfan and happily licking his own paws.

  "I've cooked some egg drop soup with lean pork, come over and eat as soon as you're done." After saying that, he smiled slightly and turned to leave.

  When he came out with a calm expression, he was holding three freshly fried omelets. Van Xi had gone somewhere and was nowhere to be seen.

  He usually cooks for himself and has a good grasp of the right amount of food. Just enough for two people to finish, he simply cleaned up the kitchen and took her to the hospital to change the dressing.

  As soon as they got on the car, Wen Jingfan didn't rush to start the engine, but instead asked her: "What's it like for ordinary people to fall in love?"

  Su An was taken aback by the question and thought for a moment before answering: "I guess it's probably starting as friends, then having feelings for each other, and then being together..."

  Wen Jingwen pursed his lips and turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the car slowly drove out of the parking space.

  This snowfall has been going on since dawn and has continued until now, with no signs of letting up. The roads are already covered in a thick layer of white snow.

  He drove very slowly, as if he was thinking about something, and the air pressure inside the car was so low that it made people feel a little breathless.

  It wasn't until they stopped at the second red light that he turned his head to look over at her, asking seriously: "An Ran, do you still believe in love?"

  He only felt a dull ache in his forehead, and his hands clenched into fists on his knees without him realizing it. After a long time, under his gaze, he slowly nodded: "I believe you, but I've never been that lucky."

  Noticing her tension and hesitant steps, Wen Jingfan felt a little frustrated. But on the surface, he was calm and collected, only his eyes quietly looked at her for a while - he had been liking to look at her like this lately, afraid of missing out.

  This brief conversation did nothing to alleviate the low pressure in the car, but instead made it even more tense.

  Whenever she wanted to speak, her gaze would fall on his slightly tense profile and she would hesitate, unable to say a word. After repeating this several times, the urge in her heart was gradually alleviated.

  She bit her lip silently, somewhat regretful of herself like this.

  The red light turned green and the vehicles started moving. Wen Jingfan followed the car in front of him, accelerating forward. The heavy snow fell from the sky, fluttering down. Inside the car, the engine hummed softly, while outside, the wheels screeched against the ground.

  Wen Jingfan grasped the steering wheel, his fingers tapping lightly on it before he spoke again, his tone restored to its previous calmness. He turned his head to look at her, enunciating each word with unusual clarity: "Stay behind, at least, accompany me in completing 'Nine Turns'. After 'Nine Turns', I may not take on any more dramas, so for this last time, I want to be with you."

  Some emotions, from the start, have been cautiously entangled in a quagmire.

  He could sense her timid nature from the start, otherwise how would this person be willing to accompany him with a ordinary and dusty "contentment" for so many years?

  With such a feeling of consent, every effort he makes must be just right.

  You will always meet someone who is sensitive and meticulous in their thoughts, everything you do needs to be carefully considered, not because of caution or vigilance, but because she is on your mind, whether it's attacking or defending, you won't unconsciously take care of her feelings first.

  Wen Jingfan has been through her life and knows her past fragmentation.

  It's precisely because of this that I want to win her over step by step. A person like this either doesn't allow lifelong love or only has one person in their lifetime.

  Shanxi/Jiangsu/Wenxue/Yuanchuang/Dujia/Shoufa

  No forwarding allowed

  The author has something to say: The pressure of this chapter is a bit big... The ending was written for more than half an hour...

  Originally thought that two could be together, but found... a lot of messy things have not been dealt with yet... then another new idea that I really want to write appeared in my mind.

  Don't rush me, let the two be together already. As long as you understand that these two will definitely be together, it's fine. Otherwise, you're anxious, I'm more anxious than you, and I'm afraid you'll催TAT (urge me). Hehehe... I won't say it's very soon either, although it really is very soon...

  Give me a little more time to sort it out, there are too many subplots in this article... I'll be fine once I've sorted them out!

  And don't worry about us being together and that's it, new ideas won't let me end like this...

  Writing this article is making me go bald... I'm quietly retreating, seeking your encouragement...

  This chapter is seeking opinions, and if necessary, I will make some modifications... However, this is the most suitable version after repeated revisions.

  No more nonsense, lately I've been updating late, you guys are reading late too, remember to get some rest~ early to bed, good for the body~

  Thanks for the rewards from all you sisters~~~~ MUA~~~~

  Ji Yin Ke threw a grenade Throw time: 2014-11-08 19:51:47

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  Huang Dudou threw a landmine Throw time: 2014-11-07 22:26:30

  Finally, I have received the postcard. The Weibo forwarding lottery activity will end tomorrow night at 12 o'clock. If you are interested, don't miss it. This is the last time this year.