Chapter 918: Communicating With Pen
Deep night gradually fell. He Xiyan was still awake. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar face beside her.
Jiahang should be asleep already; his even breathing could be heard.
She reached out her right hand, landing gently on Jiahang’s forehead. When touching his face softly, she could not help blowing her nose with the familiar feeling passed on through her fingers.
“I’m sorry!” She murmured, and then two tears fell down from the corners of her eyes, dropping onto the white pillow.
Chen Jiahang suddenly moved, one hand reaching out of the quilt and holding the woman beside into his arms.
“Have a good rest, Yanyan.” He said vaguely, and then closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
He Xiyan pillowed Jiahang’s arm. All she smelled was something she was familiar and unwilling to part with. She held one hand around his neck while her face got closer to him. At this time, she felt a sudden heartache, as if something had been peeled hard off.
She couldn’t help but cover her eyes with her hands, tears bursting out in her eyes.
A sleepless night.
The next morning, He Xiyan got up early. She made Jiahang’s favorite omelet and a bowl of beef noodles. As for herself, she just had a small piece of bread and a bottle of milk.
The moment Jiahang got up, he smelled the omelet. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then came to the dining room.
“Yanyan, thank you.” Chen Jiahang said with a smile, feeling particularly sweet in his heart. Having someone get breakfast ready for him after getting up was quite happy.
He Xiyan gently put her hand on Jiahang’s shoulder and shook her head at him.
There was no need to say thank you. His care for her was far more than her care for him during these years.
“By the way, Yanyan, do you feel uncomfortable?” Chen Jiahang asked with concern, remembering that Yanyan was caught in the rain yesterday.
He Xiyan shook her head again. She’s all right. She wouldn’t catch a cold and have a fever simply because of getting caught in the rain a little.
“That’s good! Yanyan. Today you have a good rest. I will deal with all the things in the shop. In addition, I will buy some minced meat and onions back at noon, and then we will make dumplings together.”
Chen Jiahang said with a smile. Although they lived a plain and simple life, it was indeed comfortable. Such kind of comfort made him fall in love with such a peaceful life.
He Xiyan nodded and said yes. Chen Jiahang, however, failed to find the sadness and pain flashing through her eyes.
After Chen Jiahang went out, He Xiyan came to the bedroom.
She went to a desk and took out the paper and pen out of the drawer. This paper and pen were often used by Jiahang before he recovered its memory. At that time, Jiahang had to communicate with her through writing.
She simply had not anticipated that now she used paper and pen to communicate with him.
He Xiyan unfolded a white paper. Her face was a little pale. Her hand holding the pen trembled slightly. It took a long time for her to land the tip of the pen on the paper.
She was biting her lips, biting hard, and the characters she wrote were as crooked as those written by the first grade students:
(Jiahang, this is Yanyan. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you something in front of you at last, because I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Over the past three years, I’m very glad to have met you. Besides, thank you for your constant care and concern.