Chapter 429
Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes. He stood up, and his large hands that were at his sides were kneaded into fists as he turned around to leave.
Hearing the sound of his footsteps, Jian Han could not control the tears in her eyes anymore. Her tears trickled down onto the floor.
Jian Han thought that he left, but he came back very quickly again. Her soft, slim waist was hugged by his arm. He lifted her up, and when she knelt back down again, her thighs felt a soft material. He had taken a soft, thick cushion and placed it below her.
Jian Han bit her pink bottom lip. She did not say anything. Zhou Dayuan also did not say anything. He put her down before turning around to leave.
Jian Han knew that he did not go too far. She could see his shadow in her peripheral vision. He was standing far away, underneath a large tree. There was a spark, and he held a cigarette between his fingers as he smoked.
He did not know how much time had passed, until the ground below him was littered with cigarette butts. The woman in the distance stood up. She was probably numb from kneeling down. It was hard for her. It took much strength to stand up. She lowered her head down as she walked over in his direction.
Zhou Dayuan threw the half burnt cigarette in his hands onto the ground. He stepped on it with his leather shoes. He went forward and walked over to face her. He frowned and asked, “Is it cold? Do you want me to hug you?”
Actually, he did not want to ask her if she “wanted him to hug her.” His wife, his son’s mother — couldn’t he hug her whenever he wanted?
There was a white light in the living room. The white light was cold, and it shone on the man. He wore his shirt and trousers as he stood at the side of the sink, and he focused as he did the dishes.
The light dragged his long shadow even longer. At this moment, it was sunset, and his warm body looked extremely cold.
And so lonely.
After doing the dishes, he walked into the living room. He held a first aid box in his right hand. He sat on the sofa and had to treat his injury on his left shoulder. He would not let himself be disabled.
He still had a wife and a child to take care of.
The white shirt on his left shoulder was stained red with blood. The cloth stuck onto his wound. He took scissors to cut half of the sleeves. That motorcycle had crashed into him in a hurry, and although he did duck away slightly, his shoulder still crashed onto the bike.
His shoulders were very painful, and he knew that during the entire journey, he had a broken glass shard stuck in his shoulders.
He took out some tweezers. With his professional hands, it was easy for him to pick out the pieces of glass. Probably due to the high amount of pain, after he picked the pieces of glass out, his face was pale as he collapsed onto the back of the sofa.
He panted for a moment. He managed his wound calmly, applied medication, and used the gauze to bandage it.
After finishing all of the steps, his thighs crossed over one another lazily. He held a cigarette in his right hand, bit in his mouth, and lit the lighter up.
He smoked on and off.
His left hand was placed horizontally across the back of the sofa. He lifted his head up and thought of the happy times that they had last night. It was on the same position on the sofa. She had sat on his thighs as she buried herself in his embrace, and she was igniting fires everywhere.
At that time, her eyebrows were all curved up, and she called him “Hubby” sweetly.
He curled the corners of his lips up as he laughed lightly. The entire cold living room was ringing with his self mocking laughter in the lonely night, and he closed his eyes.
The next morning
Jian Han opened her eyes slowly. She turned her small head to look around her surroundings. She was in the bedroom. She stretched her small hand out to touch her side. There was no one by her side; Zhou Dayuan was not around.
Jian Han lifted the blankets as she went down from the bed. She slipped her small snow white feet into the light pink slippers, then she opened the doors and went downstairs.
After heading into the living room, she saw the man sleeping on the sofa.
Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes as he slept. He did not lay down, and his lazy figure lay on the sofa. The shirt and trousers on his body were already extremely crumpled, but this did not affect his warm and elegant aura on him at all. The morning sun streamed through the French windows and spewed inside, and those bright rays of the golden sun were all over his body. There was light stubble on his handsome jaw, and he looked superior and attractive, like a mature man.
Jian Han looked at him for a moment and quickly noticed the injury on his shoulder.
He did not change out of his white shirt, so the sleeves of his shirt were dotted with bloodstains. It was wrapped up with a thick layer of gauze, and he probably treated the wound simply yesterday.