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Afterward, the two embraced tightly, feeling each other's warmth. Han Jincheng's face was flushed, resembling a blooming peach blossom. Mu Yunze, nestled in his arms, softly whispered, "I love you."
Mu Yunze kissed her forehead, his heart filled with happiness and contentment. He had never imagined that he would reach this point with Han Jincheng. He knew that her family was well-off while he was just a poor boy; there was a significant gap between them. At this moment, he only wanted to cherish the happiness before him and not think about what the future might hold.
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor. Han Jincheng woke from her slumber, stretching and feeling sore all over. She turned to look beside her and found that Mu Yunze was no longer in bed. A hint of confusion crossed her mind as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and stepped barefoot onto the floor.
She tiptoed to the kitchen door, where a faint aroma of food wafted through, mingled with the scent of cooking oil. Peeking inside, she saw Mu Yunze wearing an apron, busily moving around in the small kitchen.
He skillfully scrambled eggs in a pan while occasionally glancing at the porridge simmering on the stove. Han Jincheng stood quietly at the door, watching this man busying himself for her, warmth flooding her heart.
This simple rental apartment felt cozier with his presence. "Awake?" Mu Yunze seemed to sense her gaze and turned back with a smile, his tone gentle. "I've made breakfast; you should go wash up."
Han Jincheng nodded and turned to head to the bathroom. After a quick wash-up, she returned to the kitchen to find breakfast already laid out on the table: steaming porridge, crisp pickles, and several golden-brown fried eggs emitting an enticing aroma. Though simple, it was filled with the taste of home.
After finishing breakfast, Han Jincheng began to pack her things. She knew it was time for her to go back. Mu Yunze accompanied her to the bus station, and as they parted ways, Han Jincheng hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Mu Yunze, I will miss you."
Mu Yunze watched as Han Jincheng boarded the return bus, his heart swelling with an inexplicable sense of loss as he saw the vehicle disappear from view.
In those few days together, he and Han Jincheng had acted like a real couple—intimate and affectionate—drawing him into a blissful state from which he couldn't extricate himself.
Returning to his empty home felt like waking from a noisy dream into a stark reality. He pulled out his phone and inexplicably found himself scrolling to Chu Mohan's number.
The glow of the phone screen illuminated Mu Yunze's face as Chu Mohan's number appeared before him; his thumb hovered hesitantly over the dial button. If he called, what would he say? An explanation? An apology? Or just a simple greeting? He struggled internally with countless thoughts but ultimately let his hand drop weakly as the screen dimmed.
Frustrated, he tossed his phone aside and lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. The image of Han Jincheng's alluring figure floated in his mind—the passionate night they shared lingered vividly in his memory. Then Chu Mohan's gentle smile invaded his thoughts again; her soft eyes stirred feelings of guilt within him. Lastly, Class Flower's flirtatious gaze flashed through his mind—her teasing look only added to his turmoil.
Three women represented three different emotions that tangled together like a chaotic knot in his mind, making it hard for him to breathe. He closed his eyes in an attempt to dispel these images but found them clinging stubbornly like a parasite.
Just then, his phone vibrated suddenly, breaking the silence of the room. Mu Yunze picked up his phone and saw Han Jincheng's name displayed on the screen; his heart tightened at that moment.
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