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Chapter 209 Finale
Half jokingly and half seriously, he said: "Okay, when you wake up from your dream, put away your little thoughts, because you have to go back to the company and continue to work hard tomorrow!"

Thus, a story about friendship, love and dreams continues quietly in the dim lights of this city.

The night is as dark as ink, and the sparse stars outside the window seem to be listening to the whispers of the world.

Song Muxuan's voice was low and apologetic. His eyes penetrated the depth of the night and gently rested on Shen Yin's face. "I have an appointment tonight and may be back late. You should go to bed early."

After saying this, he gently stroked the ends of her hair, turned and left, leaving the room filled with silence and moonlight.

Shen Yin lay on the pillow under the faint moonlight and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, the image of my mother became clearer and clearer like an elegant ink painting.

What a pair of eyes those were, as if filled with the most tender feelings in the world, quietly crossing the boundaries of time and space, just to gaze at her, giving silent comfort and protection.

The mother in the dream still had a gentle smile, and her fingertips seemed to still retain the warmth of combing her daughter's hair. "My dear, mom is here, always here."

"Mom, don't go, I'm afraid of being alone..."

Shen Yin's call, accompanied by fragments of dreams, turned into the most heart-wrenching melody in the middle of the night.

Tears unconsciously slid from the corners of my eyes, wetting the pillowcase. The edge between dreams and reality became blurred, and sadness spread in silence.

When she struggled to wake up from the edge of her dream, everything around her was so quiet that even her breathing seemed heavy.

When my finger touched the cold switch, the faint light instantly filled the hut, dispelling a corner of darkness.

But the book that slipped away inadvertently fell into the dull air like a gentle sigh.

Shen Yin bent down to pick it up. The words on the cover flickered under the light, as if telling another story about life and death and the value of life, touching her sensitive heartstrings.

The accident of her best friend, the passing of her parents, and all kinds of emotions intertwined into a complex and bitter web, making her feel unprecedented loneliness and helplessness at this moment.

On nights when Song Muxuan was not around, the cold seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow more easily.

The chill in her lower abdomen made her long for that warm embrace even more.

Just as he was thinking about a lot of things, there was a slight sound of keys outside the door, and Song Muxuan's figure seemed to become the most gentle expectation in the night. Shen Yin didn't have time to think about it. Like a little animal looking for shelter, he rubbed his half-open eyes, kicked off the quilt that bound him, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, and ran towards the door.

The wall lamp on the porch lit up, the light was soft and ambiguous, and Song Muxuan's silhouette looked both familiar and distant in the dim light.

The two met in this hazy state, and their eyes were filled with unexpressed emotions.

The subtle wrinkles between his brows seemed to reveal his fatigue and worry.

Shen Yin threw himself into Song Muxuan's arms regardless of everything, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck, as if only in this way could he find a sense of security.

Her voice was softer than the night as she whispered in his ear. The nickname "Mu Xuan" carried with it the dependence and attachment after waking up from a dream, like the warmest wind in spring, blowing away all the chill and fatigue in his body.

Song Muxuan's heart was deeply touched at that moment. The emotions surging in his throat almost suffocated him, and any words seemed pale and powerless.

He chose to respond with action. He gently lifted Shen Yin up and carefully removed her shoes and socks. Every step he took was firm and gentle, as if to tell her that from now on, no matter what the weather, he would be her most solid support.

Shen Yin buried her face in the crook of his neck, feeling his scent - rain, tobacco, and a slight aroma of wine, without the slightest unfamiliar smell. This made her feel at ease, and she snuggled closer, as if to melt all the uneasiness and loneliness in this warmth.

Between the cruelty of reality and the tenderness of dreams, Song Muxuan became her most real comfort and a harbor where pain and sweetness intertwined.

"Mu Xuan..."

This gentle call was like a spring breeze blowing across the water, delicate and lingering, with a bit of helplessness and dependence, escaping from Shen Yin's lips.

Shen Yin, a gentle woman, her beauty.

She has the gentleness and purity of a fox fairy, and at the same time, she inadvertently reveals a kind of beauty that transcends the mundane world.

Her eyes are clear and transparent, without any distractions, just like an elf that has just descended to the world, so pure that people can't help but want to protect her. When such eyes stare at you, you will feel that the hustle and bustle of the whole world fades away, leaving only her, quietly shining your world.

Song Muxuan's heartstrings were gently touched by this look, but he couldn't help feeling irritated.

He placed her on the bed with a slightly rough movement. The unconscious force he applied was perhaps a small outlet for his complex emotions.

The low moan in Shen Yin's throat revealed that this process was not easy.

But she still hugged his neck tightly, and her persistence seemed to imprint all her attachment on him deeply, and never leave him.

Inside the room, the dim light casts a hazy ambiance, adding a touch of softness to this warm yet slightly sad scene.

Song Muxuan's eyes were like a delicate paintbrush, from top to bottom.

Carefully depicting every inch of her outline, trying to capture the strength hidden behind the fragility.

Her face was gently raised, tears sparkling in her eyes.

Just like the morning dew about to fall, it makes people feel pity and want to give all their tenderness just to make her smile.

"What makes you like this?"

Song Muxuan's voice was low and hoarse, and it seemed that even the air was suppressed by its heaviness.

She choked up and said, "I dreamed of my mother. I missed her so much..."

After saying that, she buried her cheek in his chest again, tears sliding down silently. Those tiny "Muxuan" were not only the sustenance of her emotions, but also the contradiction and struggle in Song Muxuan's heart.

He tightened his arms around her and hugged her tightly, his hands caressing her back.

He tried to ease her pain with this small comfort, but the torment in his heart made him clench his teeth, making a slight sound.

"Don't call me that anymore."

This sentence was both a helpless escape and a decision to protect her. After it was finished, the lingering sound lingered slowly in the air.

Shen Yin raised her eyes, tears sparkling on her eyelashes, her face was confused and innocent. "...What?"

she asked confused.

Song Muxuan's tone was a bit stern and caring: "If you don't want me to lose control, don't call me like that anymore."

Then, he separated her hands without any objection and gently let her lie down again.

He left her with a determined back and walked towards the bathroom without stopping.

Shen Yin's voice sounded behind him, with reluctance and attachment. His answer was concise and powerful: "Let's take a shower!"

This is his way of finding calm.

Shen Yin lay in his quilt, trying to figure out the meaning of the word "stop".

But just knowing that he was still by her side was enough to give her peace of mind.

In the bathroom, the sound of water gurgled, and his figure was looming in the mist, like a guardian in a distant dream.

In the interweaving of dreams and reality, Shen Yin felt the warmth of his mother and the protection of his lover.

Those little emotions that once made her sad seemed to be gently soothed at this moment.

Her mood became calmer than ever before. She closed her eyes, and from now on, she could finally have a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
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