Guarding you in the fleeting years

  "Are you hungry? They've all finished work, shall we go out and eat something first?"

  Nie Zhiyan always felt that something was not quite right, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Perhaps it was because she had never seen Lu Yiheng smoke before, and suddenly catching him doing so today gave her a very strange feeling.

  After a while, she asked: "Didn't today's business negotiations with the client go smoothly?"

  "No."

  "Is it your employee who has been annoying you?"

  He gently shook his head, took her hand, and she didn't refuse, letting him lead her. He said, "What's on your mind? You look unhappy."

  She nodded solemnly.

  He smiled, rubbed her soft hair, skipped the topic, pulled her to walk, and slightly lowered his head to ask her: "What do you want to eat? Otherwise we can buy it back and cook it ourselves?"

  The supermarket was crowded with people at eight o'clock, and the shopping cart that was originally empty had already been filled up more than half.

  Lu Yiheng pushed a shopping cart closely behind her, helplessly listening to her muttering to herself.

  "Hey, your apartment has nothing, I have to buy more!"

  "Uh, soy sauce, vinegar, sauce and, ah, yes, also rice, I like rice!"

  "Let's buy some noodles, which flavor do you like?"

  "Also, um, I wanted to buy some potted plants too, but couldn't carry them!"

  "Constantly," she gazed at him with sparkling eyes, a radiant smile in her eyes, "why don't we go buy some household items together someday? Your apartment is really too plain!"

  “……”

  No matter what she said, Lu Yiheng responded one by one, and secretly planned when to go.

  The gloom gradually dispersed, just because this has been his extravagant hope for many years.

  Two people carried big and small bags back to the apartment, Nie Zhiyan was in charge of washing and chopping vegetables, Lu Yiheng was in charge of cooking, after everything was cleaned up, it was already past 10 o'clock at night.

  Nie Zhiyan sat on the sofa, with one hand resting on the armrest and propping up his chin, looking as if he had a reason for everything. He didn't turn around until Lu Yiheng walked out of the kitchen.

  She bit her lip and asked, "Are you going to take me back?"

  He nodded.

  The elevator went "ding" and slowly opened, but Nie Zhiyan stared at the empty elevator and hesitated to get in.

  A soft and gentle voice came from above, "What's wrong?"

  She looked up at him, reached out and grasped his hand, her hand was icy cold, but his was warm, and suddenly she didn't want to let go.

  Her eyes darted back and forth, avoiding his gaze. Seemingly gathering a great deal of courage, she asked in a low voice: "Yiheng, can I... stay here?"

  Lu Yiheng didn't say a word, and was even a bit stiff. Those pitch-black eyes just stared at her, as if trying to see through her. Zhi Yan looked back at him, getting so tense that her palms started sweating.

  She was very afraid he would refuse, because she didn't know if she still had the courage to say it a second time.

  The elevator doors slowly closed, and after a while, Lu Yiheng silently pulled her back with his hand.

  A loud slamming sound came from beside his ear, Nie Zhiyan was caught off guard and got pinned between the door panel and his chest, his eyes wide open.

  He leaned in, forcing her to meet his gaze, his dark eyes like a pool of ink that seemed to swallow up all the light around them.

  He said: "Yanyan, do you know what this represents?"

  Low and magnetic voice, is a deep exploration and uncertainty, hidden in the dark pupil of expectation, like fantasy and reality, heart suddenly violently painful, Nie Zhiyan nodded desperately.