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Even if she had a crush on someone back then, it only made her work harder. She believed that only by becoming an excellent person could she stand by his side. Deng Ting and Yun Zheng stumbled upon her old notebook in the storage room, but they chose not to mention it. As children, they didn’t want to get too involved; they trusted that they could handle it themselves.
This gave them a great deal of confidence. There was nothing wrong with sincerity and dedication, and in fact, she thought that this aspect of him was quite admirable. However, it was easy to hurt oneself in the process. "Old Yun," she observed, "I can see how strong your feelings are for each other. A Yu cherishes you a lot, don’t you notice how much more vibrant he seems lately? His complexion is rosy, and he’s put on a little weight—he looks like an eighteen-year-old girl."
Yun Zheng remained silent, continuing to stir the vegetables in the pan, while his thoughts began to weave together like a spider's web, enveloping him.
Yun Li rushed downstairs without even changing her shoes, only to find him not inside but leaning against the car, smoking. It had been a long time since she had seen him smoke. When they were together, he hardly ever smelled of cigarettes. She wondered if he didn’t smoke much anymore or if he just refrained when she was around.
Seeing her come down, Jiang Shiyu stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. He didn’t approach her right away; the smell of smoke still clung to him. His voice was slightly hoarse from the smoke as he asked, "Why are you out here?"
Yun Li walked over to him and asked, "Why do you still come here every day when you know my parents don’t like it?" She knew the answer but couldn’t help but ask.
Jiang Shiyu wanted to embrace her but held back. His tone was calm as he replied, "It’s only right. Dinner is almost ready; you should go back before your uncle and aunt start worrying."
Yun Li looked at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. The scent of smoke filled her nostrils, yet she still felt at ease. Jiang Shiyu tugged at her hand gently, but Yun Li held onto his wrist tightly, refusing to let him pull away.
Seeing that she was using a lot of strength and that it might hurt her, he lowered his head and said softly, "You smell strongly of smoke; should we not hug next time?"
Yun Li shook her head. She shifted her hands from his waist to his neck and tilted her head back with a serious expression in her clear eyes. "Jiang Shiyu," she called out his name deliberately, as if branding it into the air.
A smile curved at the corners of Jiang Shiyu's mouth as warmth filled his eyes—his tenderness only appeared in front of her. In a low voice, he asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Let’s be together!"
Jiang Shiyu paused for a moment as Yun Li tightened her embrace around him. "I want to be brave one more time; you mustn’t back down."
His body stiffened slightly as he slowly raised his hand to wrap around her waist in return. Gradually tightening his grip, they exchanged warmth completely in that moment.
"Next time," he said hoarsely while looking down at her, "isn’t that right?"
Yun Li rarely took on a domineering attitude as she replied firmly, "No! Why should there be a next time? What’s the difference?"
Jiang Shiyu looked at her, his gaze serious yet filled with sincere love. In the past, it was you coming towards me; now it should be me coming towards you. Give me this chance; I want to make it up to you.
Though it's late, it's better than never. Actions speak louder than words. She loved him so deeply, and he wanted her to feel the same love in return. Yun Li relaxed her grip slightly, her eyelashes fluttering like small fans, prompting Jiang Shiyu to reach out and gently touch them.
"Just don't take too long," she said, reluctant to let go.
Jiang Shiyu smiled and lightly brushed his finger against the tip of her nose. "You should be a bit harsher with me."
Yun Li frowned, puzzled by his quirk. "Do you want Fu Jing to parade in front of you?"
The expression on Jiang Shiyu's face visibly darkened as he tightened his grip, making it hard for Yun Li to catch her breath. "That's not what I meant."
He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "From now on, you're not allowed to mention him."
Yun Li buried her head in his embrace, understanding. "Got it. Are you really that jealous? Are you the king of jealousy?"
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