Chapter 186: Shakespeare’s Love Letters ③
Peng Yu Yang glanced at Li Kai and walked to Nie Qiu’s side, “I’ll be going then.”
Nie Qiu nodded, “Rest early.” Peng Yu Yang nodded and got onto the tricycle.
Nie Qiu watched the tricycle leave. Seeing Peng Yu Yang gone, Li Kai breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Nie Qiu, saying reluctantly, “Nie Qiu, then… I… I’ll be going too.”
Nie Qiu smiled and nodded, “Go home and rest early.”
“Okay!” Li Kai nodded vigorously, smiling happily as he turned and walked towards the tricycle, his hands and feet moving in sync. After getting on the tricycle, he waved goodbye to Nie Qiu from afar. Luo Xu, sitting on the tricycle, couldn’t help but cover his face. He absolutely, positively did not know this person who became so happy and uncoordinated over a girl’s smile!
Nie Qiu lowered her head and thought for a moment. Before the tricycle started, she walked forward and smiled at Li Kai, “Thank you, Li Kai.” When Nie Aifang was injured and hospitalized due to demolition, Nie Qiu panicked. At that time, for her, it was darkness, as if she had fallen into the sea, constantly feeling suffocated. Fortunately… there was still someone by her side, otherwise she would have lost her composure. And fortunately, Nie Aifang was fine. She felt she should say thank you.
Li Kai looked at Nie Qiu, confused. Nie Qiu smiled and didn’t explain to Li Kai. Instead, she looked at Luo Xu, “Luo Xu, go home and rest early, bye.”
Luo Xu nodded, “You too, rest early.” After speaking, Luo Xu told the driver their home address and left the hospital in the tricycle.
Nie Qiu stood at the hospital doorway, wrapped her coat tighter, and turned to walk into the hospital.
The tricycle was not enclosed, bearing some resemblance to the rickshaws of the late Ming Dynasty, only with a higher canopy that provided wider coverage. However, there was no protection from the wind in the front. Huang Yan’s cheeks stung from the cold wind. She pulled her coat tighter, tucking half of her face into her clothes.
Zhang Haiyang saw this, unzipped his coat, and looked at Huang Yan, “Huang Yan, come here.”
Huang Yan looked at Zhang Haiyang, confused, “What?”
“Hide inside my coat, and I’ll hold you, so you won’t be cold,” Zhang Haiyang said matter-of-factly. His expression was calm, and his hands, pulling at his coat, trembled slightly, whether from nervousness or the cold, it was unclear.
Huang Yan glanced at Zhang Haiyang, a little shy. The tricycle sped up, and the cold wind hit again. Huang Yan tucked her face further into her coat. She looked at Zhang Haiyang’s open coat, hesitated for a moment, then leaned sideways onto Zhang Haiyang’s chest. Through two layers of clothing, she could clearly hear Zhang Haiyang’s rapid heartbeat.
Zhang Haiyang’s face flushed. He pulled the sides of his coat together, covering Huang Yan, and hugged her tightly. One coat couldn’t fit two people, but the warmth transmitted through the clothing made Huang Yan feel less cold.
They had been dating for over half a month, but their most intimate act was holding hands. And they couldn’t even hold hands in the school during the day. Only during the ten-minute breaks of evening self-study sessions, when they sat together, would they quietly, secretly, interlock their fingers.
The break was only ten minutes, and usually, before ten minutes were up, Huang Yan would have to return to her seat, or rush Zhang Haiyang back to his. Every time they held hands, they felt shy and their hearts pounded, but again and again, they looked forward to holding hands again.
Both of them felt a little shy and their hearts beat a little faster with such a warm embrace, but neither let go. On the road, rows of streetlights receded into the distance. The tricycle rolled along with a happy creaking sound, carrying this young couple, bearing their pure and nascent love.
