Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

"A field trip?"

Yu Shinan paused for a moment, then asked, "How did she look when you saw her?"

"She really can't hold her liquor; she said she had a headache," Yu Qian said with a laugh over the phone, but couldn't say anything else.

Asking him was pointless; the kid hadn't developed a shred of common sense. Just as he was about to hang up, Yu Qian hurriedly asked, "Brother, the gatekeeper said you drove away in the early morning. Was there some emergency?"

"no."

Yu Shinan didn't explain further and hung up the phone directly.

Meeting her at this time might be awkward, but I'm also afraid she'll overthink things and won't feel at ease until I see her.

Yu Shinan resigned himself to his fate and went to look for it anyway.

Fu Sichen wandered around the farm with her easel, but couldn't calm her racing heart rate. She didn't regret getting drunk and acting crazy; even if she hadn't gone that far, she probably would have wanted to do it anyway.

Alcohol emboldens the timid; without a bit of alcohol, how could she have the nerve to say those things?

But what saddened and embarrassed her was that, even so, he managed to maintain proper boundaries.

Fu Sichen really wondered, was she really that unattractive?

When he kissed her, he was so fierce it was as if he wanted to devour her whole. The touch of their skin was intimate and exciting. She was both timid and yearning. The feeling of being held by him was so wonderful. She wanted to stay in his arms forever, to do the most shameful things with him, to whisper sweet nothings, to sleep in the same bed, to share the same blanket, and to call him Brother Nan forever.

Thinking about it this way, I feel not only embarrassed, but also heartbroken and sad.

Fu Sichen sniffed. She chose a place to stop and faced a vast, messy, pristine rural landscape, which truly reflected her mood.

A complete mess.

She was truly glad that she hadn't recklessly confessed her feelings to him directly. This drunken outburst, though perhaps absurd, ultimately left her with a way out.

Fu Sichen set up the easel. The sky was overcast and the weather forecast predicted rain.

The azure hue of the valley contrasts with the gray tones of life amidst the chaos, while nearby, barbed wire fences and white metal warning signs with red lettering add to the sense of neglect and disrepair.

Fu Sichen sat down, staring blankly ahead, her thoughts wandering elsewhere.

She probably scared Brother Nan. I heard from Yu Qian that Brother Nan left last night.

She's so immature and shameless, begging him to kiss and hug her.

It's not like when we were kids anymore; it's not like asking for candy.

Nan-ge really only sees her as a younger sister.

This understanding is not something she developed recently.

But because Lin Yuanqing had severed ties with him, she felt a stirring in her heart, thinking that she had another chance.

The outcome remains unchanged, but her outrageous behavior will likely make Nan Ge never want to face her again.

Fu Sichen sadly pressed his head against the drawing board, unaware of the footsteps behind him.

"Does your headache still last?"

The man's voice boomed like thunder in his ears. Fu Sichen looked up abruptly, and upon seeing who it was, he hurriedly tried to stand up.

He almost fell over when his knee hit the easel, but Yu Shinan reached out and caught him first.

"Brother Nan? You...didn't you leave?"

"Um?"

"Oh, I heard from Yu Qian that you left the farm for some reason." Fu Sichen spoke to him, and for the first time, she dared not look him in the eye. She felt uneasy and her whole body was covered in goosebumps.

"I went back to my mother's place." He tried to use his words calmly.

"Auntie, is there something you need?" It's so late.

She asked cautiously.

Yu Shinan looked at her fluttering eyelashes, like a frightened little animal, wanting to run away but not daring to, looking terrified. A bitter feeling welled up in his heart, and he was somewhat relieved that he had managed to control himself last night. Once he lost control and faced the sunlight with a clear mind, how desolate his heart would be.

The wind made her skirt flutter, and her pale yellow dress was a delicate splash of color in this desolate and chaotic scene. She showed no signs of being a mother and was still extremely beautiful. A bow was tied in her long hair, and she was so beautiful that she completely outshone the colorful butterflies fluttering around her.

She shouldn't question her own charm because of Han Yi's mistake, nor should she compare herself to other women; her beauty is unmatched by anyone else.

She had no liking for Han Yi to begin with, and now all she felt was criticism. He was the one who made Si Chen lose her former pride and playfulness, plunging her into this torment and contradiction of marital relationship.

"She's not feeling well, she has a bit of a cold, it's nothing serious," Yu Shinan lied.

He refused to admit that he was afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, he might lose control and take her.

But he couldn't bear her tears after the sun rose.

Yu Shinan handed her a white thermos and a box of medicine. "Hangover medicine. Take two pills if your headache persists."

Fu Sichen took it, her head bowed, and stammered, "I drank too much last night. I didn't know the liquor was so strong. I... I didn't do anything to make things difficult for you, did I?"

"No. She's very obedient even when she's drunk."

Yu Shinan paused for a moment, then said, "You can't hold your liquor. You shouldn't touch alcohol anymore."

He dared not imagine what would have happened if it had been someone else instead of him.

Fu Sichen responded with an "oh," his words clearly carrying a hidden meaning. His face flushed red, the redness spreading to his ears and even threatening to spread down his neck.

It's clear that she doesn't forget everything.

Yu Shinan found it difficult to offer words of comfort or to excuse himself. She was not sober, but he was, yet he could not bear it.

Since she wanted to pretend nothing had happened, he stopped bringing it up.

Yu Shinan looked up at the increasingly dense azure sky, a storm brewing. "This area has always been barren, growing wildly. This fence is for safety; don't go inside."

"Yes, I know. I'm right here, and I think the view is great."

Fu Sichen pointed forward, and Yu Shinan turned his head to look. Under the vast blue sky, the wild grass swayed in the wind, the view was wide open, and the whole scene inexplicably carried a sense of sadness and desolation.

Yu Shinan glanced back at her, then placed the umbrella he was holding next to her easel. "It's going to rain. Don't stay too long, go home early."

"it is good."

The man turned around and again reminded him, "Don't overthink it."

Fu Sichen turned his head to look, and saw that he had already strode away.

Tears welled up instantly, but Fu Sichen clenched her teeth to hold them back as she watched him leave.

His back was broad and strong, and his demeanor was just like his personality—calm and reserved, sometimes a little silent and dull. Such a person was reliable and gave a great sense of security, and she wasn't the only one who liked him.

It's not wrong for her to like him, nor is it wrong for him not to like her.

Fu Sichen looked away and raised his hand to wipe away his growing tears.

How embarrassing.

Just because someone doesn't like it, she cries incessantly like a child.

If Yan Zheng wants toys, she can buy them for him.

She wants Brother Nan, but who will give it to her?

Fu Sichen covered his face with his hands, tears silently soaking into his palms.

Yu Shinan turned back along the same route. The farm was very large, and he searched for a long time before finding it. He couldn't feel at ease until he actually saw the person.

But when I saw him, I didn't know what to say.

After walking a short distance, a farm sightseeing vehicle came towards us, which is available for guests to rent.

The sightseeing bus passed by him with a whoosh, moving very fast.

Yu Shinan frowned and looked over; there were four or five people sitting on a sightseeing bus.

He didn't take it seriously and prepared to cross the path in the middle of the farm to take a shortcut back.

My phone suddenly rang.

Yu Shinan picked up his phone and saw that it was a call from Si Chen.

He called back, but the call went unanswered.

The call could not be connected after that.

Yu Shinan glanced back, his temple throbbed, and he hurried back.