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In the parade, Shen Kun spotted me just as I was about to be struck by a torch. He rushed over and pulled me to safety, wrapping me in his arms, his voice tense.
"Fang Miaomiao, are you okay?"
I shook my head and then noticed the burn on the back of his hand, a large blister forming from the fire oil.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
I led him to a pharmacy around the corner to treat his wound. The doctor advised us to change the dressing regularly, warning that it might leave a scar.
Suddenly, I realized how much I owed him; it seemed to grow more with each passing moment. The previous incident was never his fault to begin with. I lowered my head, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
As we left the pharmacy, I kept my gaze down, unsure of what to say. But Shen Kun broke the silence first.
"Why were you crying earlier?"
He gently ruffled my hair with his uninjured hand.
"Were you scared?"
I shook my head but then nodded slightly, ultimately lacking the courage to reveal the truth.
"Next time, don’t just disappear."
"Don’t change your phone number; at least let me be able to find you."
I nodded obediently.
"But... didn’t you ignore my calls?"
Shen Kun sighed.
"My mom is pushing me into marriage and took my phone away."
"I initially planned to go straight to the café, but then I thought it would be interesting for you to experience waiting, so I followed you instead."
"So, you were following me all along?"
I looked up at Shen Kun in surprise. He cleared his throat, his gaze slightly evasive.
"I just wanted to see what you would do."
"But your vigilance is too poor."
"If I really had any ulterior motives, you would have been tricked long ago."
I couldn't help but laugh, but as I laughed, tears began to fall uncontrollably. Shen Kun paused for a moment, then raised his uninjured hand to wipe my tears away.
"Alright, stop crying," he said.
"What do you want to confirm? Just say it," I replied.
I looked at him, hesitating for a long time before finally gathering the courage to speak.
"I'm sorry. I always end up hurting you."
"I don't want to keep causing you pain," Shen Kun said, looking at me in silence for a long while before finally speaking again.
"I don't accept verbal apologies."
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. Shen Kun looked back at me, his dark eyes filled with deep emotion. I took a deep breath and mustered my courage.
"You said before that I should take responsibility."
"Does that still count?"
"I want to start taking responsibility now."
Shen Kun stared at me for a long time before uttering a single word.
"Okay."
After saying that, he reached out and pulled me into his embrace.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
After returning to B City, Shen Kun and I began our official cohabitation life. Shen Kun was busy, but he always remembered that I couldn't cook. Sometimes, he would order takeout for me. Other times, he would fly over just to cook for me. Before I knew it, I had gained quite a bit of weight.
By the end of the second year, my rotation in B City came to an end, and I successfully got promoted back to the headquarters. During the May Day holiday, I took Shen Kun back home to celebrate the festival. Under the relentless questioning of my relatives, Shen Kun turned red in the face.
I stepped in just in time to protect him.
"He's still young; don't scare him."
My relatives burst into laughter while Shen Kun wore an expression of discontent.
I whispered softly in his ear.
"I'm not small."
"You're big everywhere."
After saying that, he pinched my waist.
He ran to the kitchen to help my mom with dinner.
At the dinner table, there were chilies everywhere.
I frowned; Shen Kun never ate spicy food.
Why didn't he say anything today?
My mom noticed my confusion and explained,
"Xiao Shen specifically requested that every dish has chilies."
I looked at Shen Kun, who was chatting and drinking with my dad, seemingly enjoying the meal.
When we got home that night, I asked Shen Kun,
"You can't handle spicy food. Why didn't you tell my mom to put less chili?"
Shen Kun hugged me tightly.
"Fang Miaomiao, don't you remember?"
"Back then, we always went out for hot pot, and you loved ordering it extra spicy."
"I would always end up sweating profusely from the heat."
"Later, when I missed you, eating spicy food was the only way to ease my longing."
"So, I practiced eating chilies hard."
"Now, I'm really good at handling spice."
"Fang Miaomiao, I've gone through so much just to get close to you. Please don't push me away anymore, okay?"
My eyes became a bit misty; how could I bear to push away someone like Shen Kun?
I held him tightly, just like that night years ago.
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