Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Her tears suddenly gushed out like a river with a broken dam, dripping down one after another.
“Why are you crying? Were you beaten by my father?” Saying this, he wrinkled his eyebrows.
She shook her head, but the tears were still falling down.
He looked her up and down with the cigarette in his mouth, then he became more relaxed when he was sure that she hadn’t been beaten, saying, “Don’t cry.”
She was crying for him, but he looked very relaxed, as if he hadn’t just been beaten by his father, so she felt even more distressed and cried harder and harder.
“Sweetheart, did you want to get my attention just by crying like this?”
He made a joke to make her laugh. However, the more he pretended not to care, the more distressed she became, and the harder she cried.
“Sweetheart, I’m telling you that I don’t know how to ease your emotions, but I know how to take you to bed.”
Why does he always do that? Every time he talks to me, he never forgets to flirt with me… Qin Zhi’ai blushed, and her tears gradually decreased.
“Sweetheart, you still crying? If you keep crying, I will definitely take you to bed, right now!” While saying that, he spit out the cigarette, and turned over, pretending to pounce on her.
She was scared and immediately stood up, then took several steps back instinctively as her sobs eased.
He lowered his head and smiled, then lay back on the lawn, took out a cigarette, lit it, looked up at the night sky, and smoked.
Recovered from the blushing and fast heartbeats caused by his dirty talk, Qin Zhi’ai looked at him and bit her lips, not knowing if she should leave or not. After a while, she finally asked: “Shall I… take you to the hospital?”
“No, I’m used to it.” He blew out a beautiful smoke ring calmly and responded.
Used to it…? Does that mean his father often beats him? Qin Zhi’ai couldn’t help moving her eyes to his exposed skin, and her eyes became wet again when she saw the scars and wounds on it.
Gu Yusheng didn’t look at her, but he patted the lawn, as if he had already guessed that she was crying again, saying, “Sit here with me for a while, and I’ll take you home later.”
Because she liked him so much, every time she saw him, she would get nervous, her heartbeats would accelerate, and there would be a thousand words that she wanted to say, but she didn’t know where to start.
He always kept his words short, so he just smoked in silence.
They stayed silent for a very long time, and when she thought it was late enough that she should go home, he suddenly asked, “Sweetheart, do you have a dream?”
A dream? As a student in the first grade in high school, she found her dreams to be a bit too far in the future, so she was suddenly at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.
It seemed that Gu Yusheng didn’t want her answer, as he lit another cigarette after a while and said, “Sweetheart, do you know my dream?”
Qin Zhi’ai would never forget what Gu Yusheng had said to her that night.
His indifferent look became extremely soft at that exact moment.
The dream he told her was something that she hadn’t thought of, one that only existed in novels and television series.
His dream was the reason why she had loved him for eight years, ever since that day.
Because of that dream, she no longer had interest in other men.
