Chapter 115: Insincere Feelings (1)
The world in dreams is always illusory and fleeting. However, Yinyin would not think so. She did not know how long she had been in the dream. She only knew that everything in the dream made her feel miserable. If dreams were just illusions, then where did such unforgettable pain come from?
It was nothing but pain. Headache, heartache, pain all over the body. It felt as if the body was being torn apart alive, but eventually the pain became numb. She didn't know what pain was anymore. She only knew that her heart ached but was empty. She felt the memories filling her blank past like a tide. After experiencing the heart-wrenching pain, Yin Yin faced a blank life again. To say it was blank, perhaps numbness would be more accurate. She was disappointed in love, despair in life, and numb to everything. In the end, the numbness turned into blankness .
I feel warmth on my lips.
Who is it?
The touch on her lips made Yinyin feel familiar. She opened her eyes with great effort. A blurry figure was reflected in her newly awakened eyes. She blinked a few times, and the blurry figure gradually became clear. A white figure appeared in front of Yinyin...
“You’re awake!”
With a soft voice and a gentle face, Yin Yin slightly opened her lips and said: "Who... are you?"
Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, Yinyin's voice was a little hoarse. She didn't notice that the white figure in front of her trembled slightly after hearing her words. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and it was gone in a flash. The person in front of her still smiled and said softly: "I am Feng Qinghan."
"Wind? Clear? Cold?"
Yinyin's weak and feeble voice seemed extremely helpless, and her eyes, which had just woken up, were filled with confusion. Her eyes were confused, but still bright...
"Well, remember?"
Feng Qinghan's voice was still so gentle. Yinyin felt that just hearing his voice made her feel warm in her heart. Especially when she looked into Feng Qinghan's eyes, the helplessness she felt when she first woke up faded away unconsciously...
"cold--?"
Thinking about the memory, this name made Yinyin feel nostalgic and familiar.
"It's me, do you remember?"
"……who I am?"
"You are Yin Yin."
"Yin Yin?"
"right."
At this moment, Feng Qinghan and Yin Yin were like an adult to a child. Feng Qinghan was gentle and talked patiently, while Yin Yin was confused and listened attentively.
"Where is this place?"
Looking around, Yin Yin asked.
"This is my room."
"your?"
"right."
After getting the answer, Yinyin looked around again. The large, elegantly decorated room felt strange yet warm. She propped herself up with her hands. She had slept for too long and was completely powerless. Just wanting to sit up was beyond her ability. At this moment, a pair of strong arms and hands helped her up. After sitting up, she leaned on a broad, warm chest, feeling weak all over...
"Why? ... am I here?"
Because she had just sat up, even though Feng Qinghan helped her get up, she still felt tired and breathless. She did not resist leaning on Feng Qinghan's arms at all. It was not because she was unable to do so, but because she did not refuse in her subconscious.
"Because I brought you here."
“Why do I feel so tired?”
"Because you are ill."
"Ill?"
"Yes, that's why you feel tired because you slept for a long time. You will feel better as long as you take good care of yourself."
As Feng Qinghan answered, he gently lifted a strand of Yin Yin's hair in his hand, held Yin Yin in his arms, his eyes full of doting, and answered Yin Yin's questions very patiently.
Leaning in Feng Qinghan's arms, Yinyin searched her memory in confusion, feeling that she had forgotten something, but she had not lost anything in her memory; everything in the past reappeared in her mind, including who she was, how she came to the ancient country, what she had experienced, and that unforgettable love; but why did Yinyin feel that her heart was blank, was it because she had forgotten something? No, she remembered everything very clearly, but the blankness in her heart made her feel a fear she had never felt before. Yinyin's hands subconsciously grasped Feng Qinghan's clothes...
"What's wrong?"
Yin Yin's behavior surprised Feng Qinghan. He lowered his head and found that Yin Yin's hand, which was grasping his collar, was shaking?
"Yin Yin?"
Seeing Yin Yin's abnormal behavior, Feng Qinghan immediately became worried.
"Take me away, take me away from here—"
Yinyin looked terrified and her tone was very excited. Although she herself didn't know why this happened, Feng Qinghan felt confused for a moment when he saw Yinyin like this. But soon, he held Yinyin tightly in his arms with both hands and said softly: "Okay, I'll take you away as soon as I make arrangements."
Perhaps because Feng Qinghan agreed, Yin Yin's expression quickly calmed down, and the hand that was holding his collar gradually loosened. Then, in Feng Qinghan's arms, her eyes slowly opened and closed, as if she was very tired, and slowly closed her eyes.
Knowing that the person in his arms has fallen asleep, Feng Qinghan still didn't let go. He looked at Yinyin's sleeping face thoughtfully, kissed Yinyin's hair gently, chuckled softly, let go of Yinyin and carefully laid her flat on the bed; stroking Yinyin's face, the curve of Feng Qinghan's lips deepened, and he leaned down to place a kiss on Yinyin's lips, like a dragonfly touching the water, just a light taste and stopping.
"Go to sleep. You won't be in so much pain in your dreams, right?"
He uttered a word softly, and then another kiss fell on Yin Yin's right eyelash. The movement was very light, so light that no one could feel it. Then Feng Qinghan stood up and left without looking back.
