Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 14 How Much Suffering Must Have Been Suffered

Jian Yi didn't know that he was the creator of this East Suburb.

Jin Yanchen opened a window for ventilation. The chilly air blew away the slight drowsiness that had just arisen from his sleep.

Jian Yi suddenly shrank her head and crawled back into the dark grey quilt, then looked at him with one eye, "It's so cold."

Jin Yanchen smiled, leaned back on the sofa cushion, and patted his legs, with some bad intentions.

"Come and sit."

"No."

Kicking the corner of the quilt, Jian Yi curled up into a ball because of the cold outside the window. She looked up at her watch. She had become a little lazy these days. She muttered, "On the first day of the new year, I'm going to sleep until I vomit."

Hearing this, Jin Yanchen laughed secretly.

He lowered his crossed legs and his eyes fell on the small arched corner of the quilt. Suddenly he felt like teasing her. He walked to the bed, reached in from the end of the bed with his cold hand, and easily grabbed her curled up calf.

Jin Yanchen rubbed her lightly with his fingertips twice, looking at her on such a not-so-sunny morning. Jian Yi was a little unhappy that her sleep was disturbed. She kicked him, but he held her in his palm instead.

Jin Yanchen said: "This is more like a little girl."

Jian Yi's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly felt that it was a waste of time to use this time to sleep, so she propped herself up with her arms and looked at him.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and her long, soft hair fell down in front of her chest. It was original hair without any bleaching, dyeing or perm damage. It was black and thick like a plain painting. I wonder who could have left a unique touch on this work of art.

"Why don't I look like a little girl?"

Jian Yi tilted her head to look at him. She reached out from the bedside and fetched a handheld mirror to examine herself. She felt that although she did not look childish, she was not too much older than her age either.

She never thought deeply about this sentence, and Jin Yanchen just held her long hair with his palm, his eyes gentle and calm.

"Our Xiaoyi is different from other girls.

temperament. "

Any girl would feel happy after hearing this.

Jian Yi pursed her lips to prevent the smile on her face from fading too quickly.

She raised her eyes, but drowned in his eyes which were as deep as the ocean and as warm as spring days.

So the sound of her heartbeat was like the north wind hitting the lattice window. She finally surrendered to Jin Yanchen's interesting and somewhat deliberate smile, and threw herself into his arms with a red face.

After a while of noise, Jin Yanchen's phone rang twice.

He pressed it at first, but then the ringing continued. Perhaps it was something important. The expression on Jin Yanchen's face faded, and he simply hung up the phone and threw it upside down on the bed.

Jian Yi reached out a hand to pick it up for him, and pushed his hot chest, meaning that he should go and get busy.

Jin Yanchen hummed, picked up the clothes at hand, walked to the door, and then turned back as if he remembered something.

At that time, Jian Yi was still immersed in the unclear thoughts of the morning. Her hair was slightly frizzy, and her unmade-up face was glowing with life. She did not seem aloof and distant, as if her heart was open to him for a moment.

Jin Yanchen couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of her head. Looking at her kneeling quietly on the dark mattress with her legs curled up, he couldn't help but lean against the bed again, holding her neck with his palms, touching her cheek, his breath spraying in her ears, and whispering his usual passionate voice.

"Sleep a little longer, and I'll take you out to play in the afternoon."

Jian Yi hummed softly, then lay down quietly, holding the corner of the quilt. Her eyes followed the edge of the wall all the way inside, watching him slowly close the wooden door. With a click, it was as if a lock had been put on. She felt something in her heart close as he left.

Those playful, lively looks disappeared.

She quietly raised her hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, her mind still lingering on the words that Jin Yanchen had just whispered into her ear.

He held her shoulders, tilted his head to look at her with a gentle and affectionate gaze, and said, "Such a sensible little girl must have suffered so much."

How can we get back the lost sanity and composure?

Jian Yi chewed over his last words over and over again. The cold winter wind also became sentimental. She seemed to be between suffering and sunshine. The pointer of reason had long stopped, and she became a devout believer of the holy fire.

Having nothing to do in the afternoon, Jian Yi made a video call with Lin Qingruan.

Lin Qingruan recently signed a new entertainment company, which spent a lot of money to promote her, and her schedule is very full.

When Jian Yi called her, she was shooting a commercial in a coastal city.

When talking about this year's Chinese New Year, both of them were unusually speechless.

Lin Qingruan lit a cigarette and said, "I don't have anywhere to spend the New Year, so I'll just stay in our little shabby alley."

If life is a play, then Lin Qingruan probably has the worst supporting female role.

When she was seven or eight years old, her father went to jail for drug abuse. Her mother was a gambler and had a bad temper. She lost all the family fortune and threw her into the creditor's house to pay off the debt before running away.

Later, she was taken home by her married aunt. After she finally went to college, her aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Jian Yi felt that among so many people in this world, the reason why she could be friends with Lin Qingruan was because they were so similar.

Two lonely souls may not necessarily spark a passionate flame in the middle of the night, but they will definitely cling to each other because they appreciate each other.

She racked her brains but couldn't think of a good place for her friend. A familiar name flashed through her mind, and Jian Yi subconsciously asked, "Where is Mo Yucheng?"

The news that Lin Qingruan followed Mo Yucheng was a big deal. A huge poster was hung in front of the department store, the young master spent money like water, and a famous entertainment company was set up just to promote her. Outsiders who saw the news had to praise their sincerity.

Now after hearing what Lin Qingruan said, he felt that this grace was like a mirage, very empty.

Lin Qingruan took a deep puff of her cigarette, the smoke drifting over her red lips. She sat by the window facing the sea breeze, counting the money in her wallet with a nonchalant tone.

"New Year's Day, what an important day, how could he leave it to me. Jian Yi, I have always been too clear about my position. I am not his girlfriend, or even anyone of his. I am just a bird he raises. If he needs me, I will go."

"I make him happy, and he praises me for my glory. This circle is as simple as that."

Jian Yi's breathing stagnated. Lin Qingruan's words brought the bloody reality to her face again. That flashy and tender dream seemed to have become a one-man show for her again.

Later, the dinner bell at the door rang, and a servant came in, bending over, pushing a three-tiered dining cart.

Opposite the half-open door, Jin Yanchen, wearing a simple suit and shirt, was holding a simple meeting. He waved at her slightly, meaning that she should go first.

This action reminded Jian Yi of the first time they met.

It was snowing heavily that time, and she didn't expect that someone would hold an umbrella for her.

So she thought that the boundary between love and not love does not need to be so clear. There must always be some things in this world that exist without reason.

(End of this chapter)