Chaoyang New City.
Just hearing the name, Wen Yun felt particularly fond of it. A three-bedroom, two-living room apartment, with a full 140 square meters. Although it seemed quite small compared to the small villas in Huayuan Small Building, Wen Yun preferred the homes here and did not like Huayuan Small Building.
Huayuan Small Building was too large, empty, with only her sleeping there.
Every evening, besides getting food from the kitchen, Wen Yun spent all her remaining time in her own room, not wanting to wander around in the living room.
The house was too big, so big that it was a bit scary.
But here, it was different. Sitting in the living room, no room was far away, not too big nor too small, just right.
Too small, and it would feel crowded.
Too big, and it would feel empty.
Now it was just right.
Wen Yun was very self-aware. She chose the guest bedroom. It wasn’t large, but it had everything – a big bed, a desk, a whole wall of wardrobes, and a small exquisite dressing table. She was very satisfied looking at it.
Having just moved into the new home, the fridge was also full of ingredients. Wen Yun proactively cooked for two, and sure enough, at half-past six, Meng Yanzhi returned.
"You’re back?"
"Just in time, I just finished cooking, we can eat."
Under the warm yellow light, Wen Yun’s busy silhouette made Meng Yanzhi somewhat dazed. After leaving the company, when the assistant asked where he was going, Meng Yanzhi came straight here.
"Did you eat out?"
Wen Yun paused from serving rice, looking at Meng Yanzhi standing there in a daze, and found it a bit strange.
"No."
Meng Yanzhi went into the kitchen to wash his hands and served the rice smoothly. The two of them sat across from each other, eating while Wen Yun talked about some interesting stories, even if some were quite boring, but they still made the atmosphere warm and lively.
After two bowls of rice, the feeling of fullness in his stomach made Meng Yanzhi feel the visit was worth it.
"If anything is missing in the house, remember to add it yourself."
Feeling satisfied after eating and drinking, Meng Yanzhi said to Wen Yun, "The card I gave you last time, use it as you please."
"Thank you."
Wen Yun smiled a little, not saying anything more. She didn’t even look at how much money was on that card, and wouldn’t use it.
After tidying up the dishes, Wen Yun returned to her room. After reading for a while, she took her clothes to shower. Just as she pushed open the bathroom door, she saw Meng Yanzhi standing under the shower with a bare torso...
"Ah..."
Wen Yun screamed, covering her eyes as she retreated.
Running back to her room in a frenzy, Wen Yun closed her eyes, as if she could still see that scene...
It was simply...
Wen Yun desperately wanted to shake off that image, but no matter what, she couldn’t shake it off!
The more she tried to forget, the more clearly she remembered.
In stark contrast to Meng Yanzhi’s status, his body was covered in scars, each seeming to tell a story.
No, no, no, don’t think about it anymore.
Wen Yun buried herself in the bed, covering herself with the quilt.
She thought, this house is small, having only one bathroom is too inconvenient!!!
Oh God, how can she face him?
Wen Yun thought she should have skipped the shower today.
Wen Yun froze, suspecting...
But she soon realized something was wrong with Meng Yanzhi; he seemed to be in pain.
’Knock knock’
"Meng Yanzhi?"
"What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Recalling a time when she felt unwell from not eating and Meng Yanzhi made noodles for her, feeling something was off about Meng Yanzhi, she said, "If you don’t answer, I’m coming in!"
Wen Yun turned the handle, only to find the door wasn’t even locked. A small night lamp at the bedside cast a faint light, and Meng Yanzhi was curled up in pain, his features distorted because of it.
"What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Being a nurse, Wen Yun was knowledgeable about various first aid measures.
"It’s nothing, just an old problem."
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his leg ached terribly. It was an old ailment from his time in there, easily aggravated by the cold weather.
With only a bedside lamp illuminating him, this Meng Yanzhi looked entirely different from the cold and harsh man in Wen Yun’s memory.
After a brief inquiry, Wen Yun reached for his leg, intending to give it a massage to ease the pain.
"Don’t move, a massage will feel much better."
"I specifically learned this aspect of care."
Wen Yun’s voice was gentle, her small hands seemingly magical, as she managed to ease his unbearable pain considerably with her touch.
Meng Yanzhi lay on the soft pillow, cold sweat soaking his hair, and the excruciating pain made even him feel like it was unbearable.
Now that the pain had eased, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up, he saw Wen Yun diligently massaging him.

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