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Chapter 205 The Lost Man
As for the reason for his change, she had no idea and was unwilling to make random guesses in case it was just her imagination.

So she put her thoughts aside and immersed herself in the book in her hands again.

It was quiet outside the room, and the only sound was the gentle turning of pages.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Only Shen Yin was left, wandering in the world constructed by words and forgetting all the noise from the outside world.

Unconsciously, sleepiness enveloped her quietly like a veil.

When Song Muxuan stepped into the room again, Shen Yin had already fallen asleep with a calm and peaceful face.

Beside her hand, the book was casually spread out, as if telling of the sudden departure of its owner.

Song Muxuan approached slowly and gently picked up the forgotten book.

After casually flipping through a few pages, he gently put the book back where it belonged, and his gaze finally rested on Shen Yin's peaceful sleeping face.

In the kingdom of dreams, Shen Yin seemed to have transformed into a noble and lazy Persian cat.

Curled up in its own quiet corner, it exudes an undisturbed tranquility and beauty that makes people feel pity and love for it.

She was tall and slender, like a willow branch, with a slender frame wrapped in thin clothes, as if a gust of wind could blow up her skirt. She curled up on the edge of the bed, looking particularly petite, like a carefully arranged painting.

Her long and dense eyelashes lightly covered her eyelids like a fan, casting a faint shadow, adding a bit of tenderness and mystery to her.

Her skin was as white as fresh snow, so white that you could almost see the blood vessels beneath the skin, and so delicate that even the smallest pores were difficult to find.

The messy hair scattered randomly adds a touch of charming charm.

Seeing her makes people feel pity, and they want to hold her tightly in their arms, gently comb her restless hair with their fingertips, and give her the most gentle comfort.

Just as the room was immersed in tranquility, Song Muxuan's cell phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence.

He slowly picked up his phone, his movements somewhat hesitant, as if he was reluctant to leave this peaceful place.

While he was looking down at the information, Shen Yin on the bed slowly woke up.

There were still traces of dreams in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, looking confused as if she had just struggled back to reality from the edge of a dream.

Song Muxuan did not respond to her awakening immediately. He just stood up silently, with heavy steps, and walked out the door to answer the untimely call.

The faint sound of conversation outside the door revealed tension and urgency, making it easy to guess that it was an emergency at work.

His words seemed more steady, and every word carried responsibility and commitment.

Shen Yin's movements were a little slow, as if he had not yet completely emerged from sleepiness.

She turned her head and her eyes were inadvertently attracted by a small bowl placed on the coffee table - a bowl of steaming brown sugar ginger water.

The surface of the water swayed gently, and two slices of ginger swirled slowly in the water, as if it was a warm ritual performed specially for her.

A hint of doubt flashed across her brows, and then she turned her gaze to the direction where Song Muxuan left.

She wondered in her heart, could it be that he prepared this bowl of water specially for her?

It was an unprecedented experience to receive such attentive care from him.

She pursed her lips gently, and an indescribable warmth quietly surged in her heart.

In the softest corner of her heart, Song Muxuan's series of delicate and affectionate actions.

It moistened her heart silently like spring rain, touching her emotions that she had never easily revealed. She had almost no expectations of him before, but it was these seemingly insignificant considerations that gradually stirred up waves in her calm heart.

Like an unexpected ray of sunshine in winter, it silently melts the frozen heart, making people unable to resist the sudden warmth.

She couldn't help but ask herself why she always seemed so fragile and powerless when facing Song Muxuan?

From the initial satisfaction of spending the present time together with a simple desire, to now unknowingly.

The fantasies in my heart have quietly spread to various fantasies about the future. When will this emotional transformation stop?
The bowl of brown sugar ginger water tightly held in my hand became a witness to all these thoughts.

She looked at it, as if she could see Song Muxuan's feelings from it, and her thoughts drifted away to the distant unknown.

After Song Muxuan answered the phone, he walked back into the room and saw her profile, which was immersed in deep thought.

He gently sat down beside the bed, his eyes filled with endless tenderness and concern, and asked softly: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you try this bowl of water and see how it tastes?"

The voice was gentle, as if it could dispel all the haze.

Shen Yin suddenly woke up, looked up, and drank the sweet and spicy liquid in the bowl in one gulp, with an aftertaste lingering on the corners of his mouth.

Song Muxuan looked at her, with an intriguing smile on his lips and a playful light flashing in his eyes, as if saying, "You, why do you always have such little habits?"

Although his words were joking, they concealed his love and understanding for her unique habits.

Shen Yin, who had just finished drinking water, gently pressed a soft towel to the corner of her mouth, as if even the water droplets carried her confusion and doubts at the moment, and asked blankly: "What do you mean...?"

Her eyes wavered between expectation and confusion, like a lost deer.

Song Muxuan's expression was indifferent, and there seemed to be thousands of words hidden between his brows, but they all stopped at his lips.

With just a wave of his hand, he took the still warm empty bowl from her hand. His movement was smooth and contained a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

The moment he turned around, his back elongated, looking lonely and distant, like a wise man showing a hint of helplessness and tolerance towards a child who is always a headache but full of expectations.

Shen Yin's brows inadvertently frowned, forming a small peak. The warmth in his heart that rose because of Song Muxuan's subtle care was instantly blown away by a cold wind called "incomprehension".

What she hated most was this kind of hesitant attitude, as if every unfinished word was a kind of showing off of one's intelligence, which made her feel both irritated and inexplicably lost.

……

That night, Shen Yin's period made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Before going to bed, she specially changed into an extra-long night-time sanitary napkin, hoping to spend the night peacefully.

However, despite all the preparations, the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the curtains.

When the light shone on the bed, the deep red that shouldn't be there still ruthlessly announced last night's failure.

Song Muxuan's room was empty, without any trace of him.

Shen Yin rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, and caught a glimpse of the red spot on the bed sheet.

Her face was instantly dyed as if by the early morning glow, and a shy blush appeared on it.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy: Has he discovered it?

She carefully pulled up the piece of "evidence" and held it tightly in her arms, as if she was holding a secret that needed to be protected, and walked towards the small safe haven of the bathroom.