Chapter 125 - 094 One separates and grows wider, each finding their own joy_3
The acting was so awkward it almost spilled out of the screen.
Yan Song’s face darkened a few shades, "What do you mean?"
Yun Ya hooked her lips slightly, "Can’t understand human speech? Too bad, there are some words I only say once, if you can’t understand, you’d better improve your comprehension."
Yan Song’s sword-like brows furrowed deeply, his gaze on Yun Ya so intense he looked like he wanted to devour her, he took a deep breath, and suddenly, his lips curled into a cold smile, "What a sharp-tongued little girl."
"My Eldest Young Master Yan, I’ve been looking for you for a long time, why are you hiding here?" Suddenly, a surprised voice of a young boy came from not far away.
Almost subconsciously, Yan Song stepped in front of Yun Ya, shielding her from the probing eyes behind him.
The two were so close that they could clearly smell each other’s scent; from a distance, they seemed to be embracing each other.
The boy spoke as he walked closer, "Who are you talking to?"
"Stop." Yan Song suddenly spoke sharply, his breath as he spoke showering Yun Ya’s face with a scent of fragrant tobacco.
Yun Ya stunned, did he smoke?
The person stopped their steps subconsciously, muttering, "What’s all this secrecy about?" yet didn’t take another step forward.
"Turn your head around." Yan Song ordered coldly again.
The boy wearing gold-rimmed glasses who appeared quite refined grumbled and turned his head, seeing nothing but the nearly seamless back of the tall and upright figure standing before him.
He thought he glimpsed a girl in that brief moment. Yan Song never entangled himself with girls, even if those confessing to him could circle the entire school.
This was truly unexpected. Su Jun stroked his chin, Yan Song was intentionally obstructing the view, he didn’t want him to see, which was intriguing.
Yan Song glanced down at Yun Ya, his eyes were profound like a whirlpool, drawing one’s soul into their depths.
"Don’t let me run into you again, otherwise..." He didn’t finish his sentence, but the threat was already fully effective.
His peach blossom eyes outlined a captivating charm, partly cruel, partly aloof.
In Yun Ya’s dazed moment, Yan Song withdrew his hand, looked down and gave the kitten’s fur a pinch, scoffing, "You ungrateful thing, like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, not recognizing a good heart, let’s see how many days you can survive in this woman’s hands."
The kitten "meowed" and shrank its head, too aggrieved to speak.
Yan Song snorted and turned to leave.
The seventeen-year-old boy was already 182 centimeters tall, looking trim and towering. In the sunlight, he radiated a youthful purity and a young man’s stability, inexplicably stirring hearts.
Yan Song wrapped an arm around Su Jun’s neck, leading him out of the alley with no opportunity for Su Jun to look back, and soon the two figures disappeared at the mouth of the alley.
Yun Ya let out a sigh, touched the kitten’s head, "Brother Yan didn’t recognize me, I feel both relieved and a bit disappointed."
"The little boy with a haughty charm, he’s grown so much, exactly the same as in my past life’s memories, except his personality isn’t that great, but he saved you, his nature must be kind after all."
She murmured to herself, the kitten quietly nestled in her arms.
"I made him forget me, but now that he truly has, I feel pained, is this the fickleness of a woman?"
She smiled gently, looked up at the sky, and the bright, fervent sunlight enveloped her. Her dark eyes brimmed with water, reflecting the vast blue sky.
She was born with a curse, and heaven had already given her a death sentence. Some thoughts, more ignited, spread through her reasoning like wildfire.
Brother Ah Du said she didn’t understand matters of the heart between men and women, but that’s because he didn’t know her. She didn’t understand in the past, but after all she’d been through, if she still didn’t get it, her emotional intelligence would be pitifully low.
"He’s like the sun that brightens my world, pursuing light is a human instinct, I have also fantasized..." Her voice was gentle and low as she touched the kitten’s head, carrying a bone-deep sadness.
"When he kissed me, I had an impulse, wanting to grab his hand, hold it tight, never to let go. But then I woke up. I’m already in Hell, how could I drag him into this Hell too?"
She spoke as she walked outward, the scene looking weird from any perspective, likely causing onlookers to think the girl wasn’t in her right mind.
When she got home, Aunt Die saw blood on Yun Ya’s clothes and was startled.
"You went out fine, how did you end up like this? Don’t scare me?"