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She had just washed her face, and the area around her eyes, which was red and swollen from crying, was now a translucent, cold white after being splashed with cold water.

A few strands of wet hair clung to her sharp cheeks, and water droplets slid down her beautiful jawline, soaking the collar of her slightly oversized old school uniform.

Her originally thick, straight bangs, now wet, were swept to the side, revealing her beautiful forehead.

She is not the same as Su Xixi or Chi Lingyuan.

She has long, thin eyebrows, upturned eyes, and a few small freckles on her cheeks.

The features arranged on this classic oval face give off a melancholic feeling.

Her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a perpetual mist.

It made her look like she was on the verge of collapse.

No, Wen Yao's current situation might truly be described as precarious.

But there was something else in her bright eyes.

Like wild grass abandoned in a cold, dark corner, its roots half-rotten, yet it still grows wildly.

This extreme blend of fragmentation and vitality gives Wen Yao a breathtaking beauty.

No one dislikes something with strong vitality.

Perhaps noticing Qin Yizhu's gaze, she turned her face to one side and fiddled with her bangs.

"Come sit down, I have something to ask you."

Qin Yizhu ignored her little actions.

After all, it's normal for a man and a woman to act this way when they're alone in a room.

"What?"

Wen Yao slowly sat down on the sofa, with two seats between them.

"How long have you been waiting outside?"

"No, not long after."

"How long is 'not long'?"

Qin Yizhu found it amusing.

He glanced at the time Wen Yao sent him the message and estimated how long it would take her to get here.

This woman must have been squatting outside for at least half an hour.

"No, less than an hour."

"Don't you have a key? Why don't you just come in? Isn't it cold and damp in the hallway?"

Qin Yizhu really couldn't understand what these young girls were thinking.

Are you shy and embarrassed?

"fine."

It is a bit cold, but not that cold.

"Why don't you just come in?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of bothering you."

Wen Yao spoke very softly, as if afraid of making Qin Yizhu angry.

"I'm truly impressed."

Qin Yizhu looked utterly helpless.

What is all this about?

"You just open the door and come in, how is that disturbing me?"

He didn't know how to say it.

She's still just a little girl.

Have you had breakfast?

Wen Yao shook her head.

Come to think of it, after something like this happens, who would be in the mood to eat?

After all, not everyone is like Qin Yizhu, whose resilience is comparable to the stone Nuwa used to mend the sky. No matter what hardship one suffers, one should never suffer in one's stomach.

He checked the time; it was still a bit early for lunch, so he went to the kitchen, found a bag of bread, and handed it to Wen Yao.

"Have something to eat first, then we'll have lunch."

Qin Yizhu sat next to her, and the two remained silent, creating an awkward atmosphere.

There was nothing they could do about it. After all, Wen Yao was usually home alone while Qin Yizhu was at school. Apart from that afternoon, the two of them had never sat on the sofa like this before.

There was something odd about the atmosphere.

That must be too strange.

"So what are your plans for the future?"

Qin Yizhu suddenly asked.

Wen Yao remained silent and did not speak.

What could she possibly be thinking?

Even if she had ideas, as a high school student, all she could do was study.

"You can stay here; you don't need to go back during holidays or festivals."

As Qin Yizhu spoke, she dialed the phone, muttering to herself:

"I need to tell my mom, otherwise she'll break my legs as soon as she sees you when she gets back."

Wen Yao almost laughed for a moment.

He's such a nice person.

"Hey Mom, there's something I need to tell you."

Qin Yizhu didn't hide anything from Wen Yao and briefly explained her situation to Tu Rou.

"My mom wants to talk to you."

Finally, he handed the phone back to Wen Yao.

Now I don't have to avoid it anymore, right?

He wanted to hear what Tu Rou had to say.

Anyway, that's the situation. We can't just kick them out, can we?

"Okay, Auntie, no, you don't need to worry. Thank you for taking me in."

Her answer was brief, and Qin Yizhu didn't hear any crucial information.

"Alright, that's settled then. What are your thoughts? There's no need to talk about trouble. As you can see, my parents aren't home all year round, so they won't bother anyone."

Although it's a bit late to ask now, Qin Yizhu still needs to know what Wen Yao is thinking.

"I will, I will pay the rent."

"So you repay kindness with enmity, huh?"

Qin Yizhu chuckled.

That little brat really doesn't want to owe anyone any favors.

"If my mom found out I took your money, she'd break my legs."

He leaned back on the sofa and took a deep breath.

"Don't you understand? Your mother met my mother before she passed away, which is equivalent to entrusting her child to someone else. The fact that she allowed you to stay at our house is equivalent to agreeing to it. You're still holding onto this money. If you really don't want to owe anyone a favor, you might as well go out and rent a place."

Some things just need to be said clearly, otherwise they'll always stay stuck in your heart.

Wen Yao's upbringing has shaped her sensitive personality, which, combined with her original resilience and self-reliance, creates a complex and conflicted situation.

She couldn't accept other people's kindness towards her with a clear conscience.

To put it bluntly, this extremely low sense of unworthiness mainly stems from the fact that there is no one she can rely on.

Qin Yizhu did not have this problem.

After all, he's passionate about being a father.

Wang Gaofeng has become desensitized to hearing him say "I am your father".

Of course, someone who could suddenly blurt out "I'm your father" wouldn't do this.

However, one cannot generalize about people.

Qin Yizhu and Wen Yao are two extremes.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Please don't be angry."

Seeing Qin Yizhu's calm tone, Wen Yao also panicked.

Did I say something wrong?

She was just a little scared.

Did you understand what I said?

Entrusting one's orphan to another's care—that sounds pretty exciting.

What if one day Wang Gaofeng gets a terminal illness and suddenly calls me, saying he has a daughter...?

Wait, wait, don't suddenly imagine your friend dying.

"Um."

Wen Yao nodded.

"It's normal that you can't accept it right away. I'm going downstairs to buy groceries."

Qin Yizhu stood up from the sofa as he spoke.

Wen Yao staying at his house was simply a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks on weekends and holidays.

"I'll be with you."

Wen Yao, who was originally sitting on the sofa, also stood up.

Qin Yizhu glanced at her.

"I'm not wearing my glasses."

He spoke up to remind him.

It seemed that when she came out of the restroom, she wasn't wearing those old-fashioned, heavy black-rimmed glasses.

Actually, I'm not nearsighted.

Her voice was a little soft.

Those glasses were just a prop to make him look ordinary.

"what?"

Qin Yizhu was taken aback.

"Would you like to change your clothes?"

He looked at Wen Yao's school uniform and asked.

Please, it's really uncomfortable to wear my school uniform at home on the weekend.

Wen Yao looked down at her clothes and then gently shook her head.

"I'm used to it, so be it."