Chapter 150: Is Fake
After a long period of daze, Yin Lingyan didn’t know if she could see him after learning all this, and she was completely out of sorts.
Han Wuyu also found himself on the sports field as he walked, and for some reason, he didn’t want to eat or go out. He just wanted to quietly feel the wind and think of her.
He walked slowly, his hands in his pockets, his hair blown by the wind, making him look so handsome, yet his handsome face held a hint of loneliness.
Han Wuyu and Yin Lingyan were only about 100 meters apart. Yin Lingyan saw that familiar figure at a glance. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, then rubbed them again…
It’s really him!!!
He’s back, he’s really back!
Yin Lingyan’s eyes immediately turned red. She stood up and ran over, hugging his waist from behind, resting her head on his back, holding him tightly as if afraid he would vanish like sand in the wind.
The familiar feeling instantly washed over Han Wuyu. He paused, his face expressionless, stiff. He moved his lips but couldn’t say anything.
He only heard the girl’s gentle voice behind him, carried by the wind into his ears, “You’re finally back, don’t leave me.”
The girl’s voice, tinged with a sob and trembling, made Han Wuyu’s heart skip a beat. An uncontrollable heartache began to well up inside him.
He wished time could freeze at this moment, but then he thought of…
Han Wuyu hardened his heart and gently pried apart her clasped fingers one by one. This time, he was the one to let go first.
Yin Lingyan was pushed away by Han Wuyu. He left without even looking at her face. If he had looked, he would have seen her tear-streaked face, looking incredibly pitiable. She stared blankly at Han Wuyu’s retreating back, then at her own hands. When he had pulled away her hands just now, recalling it now, why did it feel so… sorrowful?
The weather wasn’t good to begin with, and at this moment, Yin Lingyan’s emotions seemed to infect the heavens. After Han Wuyu left, the rain began to pour down.
Spring weather is always so unpredictable.
Yin Lingyan could no longer distinguish between her tears and the rain on her face. The rain came so suddenly, and caught off guard, coupled with her bad mood, she couldn’t help but kneel on the lawn.
Raindrops fell one by one onto her face, then slid down, soaking her entire body and her heart.
At this moment, Yin Lingyan felt her feet suddenly empty, and she spun around in a dizzying circle, landing in a warm embrace. A familiar scent entered Yin Lingyan’s nose, and she cried out in surprise, “Yu.”
Han Wuyu merely glanced at her coldly, chilling her heart. But what she didn’t see was the helpless struggle and pain in his eyes.
Han Wuyu hadn’t walked far; he had actually been hiding in a corner by the school wall, watching her, his heart in agony.
He had always thought she would be fine after he left, but why was she making herself so disheveled? Why could she never be worry-free?
“Are you an idiot? Don’t you know to take shelter from the rain?”
Just as Yin Lingyan felt her heart turn to ash and her pain reach its limit, these words entered her ears.
Although it was an insult, Yin Lingyan felt her mood instantly lift upon hearing it. She curved her lips upwards and looked at Han Wuyu with eyes like stars.
“Yes, that’s why Yin Lingyan can’t be without Han Wuyu.”
Han Wuyu’s steps faltered. He looked down at the vibrant Yin Lingyan. His expression remained unchanged, but it clearly plunged Han Wuyu into contemplation. The two stood there, getting drenched by the rain, a scene that seemed to freeze in time.
