Falling into the rain

His voice was deep and almost hoarse, but to Yu Tingyu it sounded mellow and tender; she could even detect a hint of pleading in it.

But what should he ask of himself?

It was clearly her wishful thinking; she wanted Wen Huaixu's love, she wanted him to have no other women by his side in the future, and for them to live like this for the rest of their lives, even if it was just in their current status.

How far away is she?

It was only two meters away, much closer than the insurmountable class divide between them.

Even if we are physically close, can our hearts be close?

Yu Tingyu's nose suddenly stung, her eyelashes were damp with moisture, her vision blurred, and she felt as if she were about to lose her balance.

She lowered her head, not wanting anyone to notice, and strode inside.

Her voice was low and soft, her tone almost reproachful: "Why did you drink so much?"

Wen Huaixu looked at her silently for a long time without making a move. Suddenly, he tried to sit up by propping himself up on his elbows, but the alcohol was still taking effect, and his movements were somewhat sluggish and slow.

Seeing this, Yu Tingyu supported his forearm and helped him lean against the headboard.

The room was dimly lit, and although Wen Huaixu was drunk, his imposing aura as a superior remained undiminished. He parted his thin lips slightly, and it was impossible to tell whether his words were reproachful or something else.

"At least you know to come back."

These words were like a fine needle, instantly piercing through Yu Tingyu's suppressed emotions.

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears as she looked at him, her eyes shimmering with moisture.

She looked at him with those watery yet stubborn and aggrieved eyes, her voice choked with emotion, her words incoherent:

"It was you...you were the one who told me to leave and not come back..."

Yu Tingyu fearlessly accused Wen Huaixu of his crimes, throwing a tantrum and not caring what his status was outside.

He was the one who set the premise first, but now he's blaming me for not coming back.

If there are mistakes, they should be pointed out; it's good to be able to correct them.

This is what he taught himself.

However, Huai Xu still seemed unmoved, and Yu Tingyu suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if she were punching cotton.

She bit her lip, her voice stiff, and made to walk out: "Then I'll leave now, so you won't dislike me anymore..."

But before she could actually do anything, she suddenly felt a warm touch on her wrist, and then someone wrapped their arms around her waist, instantly sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her.

Yu Tingyu was stunned. She looked down and saw Wen Huaixu's large, well-defined hand, which was gripping her tightly, so firmly that she couldn't move.

Wen Huaixu rested his forehead against her lower back and let out a soft sigh.

He had made this delicate and fragile girl cry again; he was truly unforgivable.

Wen Huaixu turned her around, his dark eyes fixed on her reddened eyes.

Yu Tingyu knew that Wen Huaixu was looking at her, but she just wouldn't look at him, clearly holding back her anger.

Wen Huaixu seemed to sober up a bit from the alcohol in his eyes. He raised his hand, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at him.

"Why is your temper getting worse and worse? Who spoiled you like this, hmm?"

He narrowed his eyes and asked slowly.

Staring into his eyes, Yu Tingyu's heart trembled, and another tear silently fell.

Who else could it be?

From the moment she cautiously arrived at this "home," the person who gave her the most warmth was Wen Huaixu, and the person who spoiled her and pampered her into this state was still Wen Huaixu.

Now he's the one who's accusing the 'bad guy' first.

But Yu Tingyu came back this time not to argue with him.

She felt terrible about what happened last night.

Seeing Wen Huaixu like this now, she knew that both of them were in pain because of what happened last night.

Yu Tingyu suddenly pressed herself tightly against Wen Huaixu's chest, holding him close as if she were a child who had fallen and was helplessly searching for her closest person.

The faint scent of alcohol and the familiar aroma of tea emanated from him, and she let her tears fall freely onto Wen Huaixu's clothes.

Yu Tingyu raised her moist eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "...Let's not fight anymore, okay?"

She couldn't accept Wen Huaixu's attitude last night; it had already made her extremely sad.

The man's warm body heat seeped into her body through the fabric, calming her down considerably.

Only Yu Tingyu herself knew how much of her selfishness was hidden in this embrace of reconciliation.

This is her only legitimate chance to get close to him right now; who knows when the next opportunity will come.

Her unique fragrance lingered on his neck, mixed with the dampness of his tears. Wen Huaixu was thrown back by the impact, took a deep breath, and leaned against the headboard.

He lowered his head, looking at the small figure trembling slightly in his arms, and swallowed hard.

As Wen Huaixu felt the soft touch in his arms, his body stiffened involuntarily. He could only raise his hand and slowly place it on Yu Tingyu's back, letting out a barely audible sigh.

Why would he want to argue?

Even if education is necessary, a suitable method should be found.

He was so angry last night that he lost his mind... But no matter how angry he was, he shouldn't have said something like telling Yu Tingyu to leave and never come back. He regretted it as soon as he said it.

"Okay." Wen Huaixu gently stroked her back, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Perhaps because he was drunk, he was a little dazed for a moment. The way the person in his arms looked aggrieved in his arms was superimposed on the image from a few years ago, which softened his heart.

"It was my fault this time." His voice softened even more: "Little Fish, don't cry."

Yu Tingyu was the type to become more upset the more others tried to comfort her. Tears streamed down her face as she clung haphazardly to Wen Huaixu's neck, gasping for breath, "Next time, you're not allowed to get angry without even knowing what happened. I didn't... I didn't..."

Yu Tingyu was about to tell him that she hadn't been in a relationship at all, and that she hadn't moved out to live with another man.

But as the words were about to come out, she suddenly remembered the things she had said to Chu Chenyu.

If Wen Huaixu were to ask her who the person she likes so much is, how should she answer?

Yu Tingyu herself knew that she was not a good liar and that all her emotions were written on her face. If Wen Huaixu pressed her for details, she would find it difficult to answer him perfectly.

"Nothing?" Wen Huaixu's mind was hazy from the alcohol. He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, but he listened carefully to her words.

Yu Tingyu stopped talking in time, straightened up from his embrace, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and changed the subject.

"It's nothing, drink the hangover soup before you go to sleep."

She reached out and picked up the bowl beside her.

Wen Huaixu glanced at it, his voice filled with surprise: "You made this yourself?"

Yu Tingyu nodded.

The hangover soup had just come out of the pot and was still steaming. She scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently twice, and brought it to Wen Huaixu's lips.

Wen Huaixu's gaze fell on Yu Tingyu's lowered eyelashes, and he obediently opened his mouth, drinking the hangover soup from her hand.

After he finished drinking, Yu Tingyu took a tissue to wipe his mouth, then helped him lie back on the bed and covered him with the blanket. She took meticulous care of him.

Wen Huaixu sighed again, seemingly remarking, "I've grown up..."

Yu Tingyu didn't say anything.

Of course she's grown up; otherwise, how could she possibly have such unspoken feelings for Wen Huaixu?