The cold wind, carrying the dry breath of winter, continuously brushed against the trees in the park.

Looking at the blue-roofed house, Jiang Shuyi imagined what Wen Yao might have looked like at fourteen or fifteen.

Her personality might not have changed much, but she must have been young and proud.

She should have been the happiest person in the world.

Just thinking about how she should have been made Jiang Shuyi's heart ache.

Wen Yao slowly took a breath, quietly raised her head, and seemed to greet the starry sky with a few scattered stars:

"From the restaurant we just had dinner at to this park, it took us less than an hour."

Wen Yao said this quietly, her face showing little expression.

"My elementary school, middle school, and my former home."

"Although these places no longer belong to me, they all bear my traces."

"Though it sounds ridiculous, the places we can walk to in this hour are all that I have."

She looked at the blue-roofed house, blinking her eyes in a somewhat helpless manner.

'All.'

Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but stand up and walk to Wen Yao's side.

"Jiang Shuyi," Wen Yao said, looking down at the ground, her tone flat, "I didn't bring you here to express that I'm sad or upset."

"I just wanted to say..."

Wen Yao sighed somewhat helplessly, as if organizing her words, she bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"...I only brought you along."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi blinked her eyes.

The person in front of her made her heart ache.

Wen Yao's "all" seemed like nothing, leaving a bitter feeling.

Wen Yao had nothing because she no longer had a place to cry out to anyone.

She had lost everything.

Just thinking about this made a wave of pain surge in Jiang Shuyi's chest.

"It's not ridiculous at all. Thank you for telling me."

Jiang Shuyi walked behind Wen Yao and quietly hugged her tightly.

Wen Yao lowered her head and said nothing.

It seemed she didn't know what to say. After a while, she murmured Jiang Shuyi's name, "...Jiang Shuyi."

Wen Yao slowly sighed, "It's getting colder outside."

Seeing the somewhat confused expression on Wen Yao's face, Jiang Shuyi took her hand.

"Then shall we go home?"

". . ."

Hearing the word 'home,' Wen Yao paused for a moment.

After a long time, she nodded.

"Mm."

--

The two walked back home from that small park.

As soon as Jiang Shuyi returned to her room, she changed into some comfortable loungewear.

In fact, she hadn't eaten much that evening, which made Jiang Shuyi feel a bit hungry now.

Eating a late-night snack wasn't a good habit, but she felt that she wouldn't be able to sleep like this, so she went to the kitchen, planning to find something to make do with.

"Eating once in a while won't make me gain weight." she comforted herself.

Since she had told the auntie on the phone that she wouldn't be home for dinner, the auntie hadn't cooked.

Naturally, there was nothing in the fridge.

However, because Tang Wenzhen was coming back tomorrow, her auntie had made a pot of snow pear and bird's nest soup in the kitchen.

To Jiang Shuyi, this kind of health supplement was similar to white fungus.

So, Jiang Shuyi scooped a small bowl of snow pear and bird's nest soup and took a few sips.

The soup had a hint of fruity sweetness, warm and very delicious.

After drinking two bowls, Jiang Shuyi remembered that Wen Yao hadn't eaten much that evening either.

So, she scooped another bowl and brought it to Wen Yao's room door.

Jiang Shuyi knocked on the door.

"Wen Yao, are you hungry? Do you want some bird's nest soup?"

The door to Wen Yao's room was unusually not closed tightly, and with a gentle knock, it opened.

"Wen Yao?" Jiang Shuyi walked in.

There was no one in the room.

Books were neatly placed on the desk, and although the decor of this guest room is warm-toned, it seemed to have taken on a hint of coldness since Wen Yao moved in.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at her watch and thought she might have gone to take a shower.

Jiang Shuyi placed the bird's nest soup on Wen Yao's desk.

If Wen Yao wanted to drink it after her shower, she would.

Just as Jiang Shuyi was about to leave, her gaze inadvertently fell on Wen Yao's bed.

". . ."

It wasn't that she had any ulterior motives regarding Wen Yao's bed.

It was just that the pillow on the bed caught her attention.

The pillow itself was covered with a pillowcase she was familiar with.

The pillow was also one she recognized, a single pillow that matched the guest room in her home.

However, the problem was that the pillow

The more she looked, the more familiar it became, no matter how she looked at it...

". . ." Jiang Shuyi cautiously glanced behind her.

No one. Wen Yao hadn't returned yet.

After pausing for a few seconds, she slowly approached Wen Yao's bed.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi cleared her throat, trying to cover her embarrassment, and reached under Wen Yao's pillow.

She carefully pulled out a black piece of clothing.

Jiang Shuyi's eyes widened as she looked at the black shirt.

This shirt looks a lot like mine...

In fact, when Jiang Shuyi left the house today, she had intended to wear her usual black shirt.

However, she had searched for a long time and couldn't find it, thinking that her auntie had taken it to wash, so she changed into something else.

Jiang Shuyi slipped her hand into the sleeve to try it on.

This shirt might be a bit big for Wen Yao, but it seemed just right for her.

...It really does look like my shirt.

The room was very quiet, and Jiang Shuyi fell into silence while holding her shirt.

She turned her head to look at Wen Yao's pillow again and noticed that when she pulled out the shirt, it seemed she had also brought out something else; the pillow ". . ."

So familiar, the pattern of this knitted sweater seems just like the one I changed out of and put in the laundry basket yesterday.

". . ."

...No way?

Jiang Shuyi swallowed hard and quietly pinched the knitted sweater with her thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it out.

". . ."

It really looks exactly like the one I changed out of yesterday.

Jiang Shuyi reached her hand into the knitted sweater to measure it. This sweater was somewhat oversized, so it looked loose even on her, let alone on Wen Yao.

". . ."

...So, isn't this also mine?

Taking a deep breath, with a persistent curiosity, she looked again at the knitted sweater. After it was pulled out, a gray T-shirt was also revealed...

Jiang Shuyi fell into silence.

She had heard that digging up sweet potatoes could yield one after another, but she didn't expect that today, peeling off clothes could also reveal one after another.

Jiang Shuyi felt her heart racing, unable to contain herself as she reached for Wen Yao's blanket, feeling more excited than riding a roller coaster.

"Jiang Shuyi."

At that moment, a cold voice sounded from behind Jiang Shuyi.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Shuyi turned around abruptly and saw Wen Yao standing behind her.

Wen Yao's hair was still damp from the shower, droplets falling onto her shoulders.

Her gaze was very stern, looking at Jiang Shuyi with a hint of reprimand.

". . ."

In that moment, Jiang Shuyi felt like she was in deep trouble.

Since it has come to this, she might as well go all the way.

So, she braced herself and didn't let go of her hand. Instead, she gathered her courage and lifted Wen Yao's blanket.

Wen Yao quickly walked over and tightly grasped Jiang Shuyi's wrist.

"...Don't." Her voice sounded almost pleading.

The rose-scented fragrance from Wen Yao, just out of the shower, was alluring and gentle, wrapping around Jiang Shuyi.

But that word 'don't' only stirred Jiang Shuyi's heart more.

For some reason, Jiang Shuyi, unusually, didn't listen to Wen Yao, her hand ruthlessly lifted Wen Yao's blanket.

The blanket was lifted.

Wen Yao closed her eyes in a moment of despair.

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi looked at what was under Wen Yao's blanket—

—So this is what was under the blanket.

Jiang Shuyi quietly sighed in her heart.

Wen Yao held onto Jiang Shuyi's wrist, her eyes flashing with a myriad of complex emotions.

Jiang Shuyi didn't know what to say, and in the midst of this spectacle, she blurted out,

"Wen Yao, are you... a hamster?"

Wen Yao turned her head away, unsure of how to respond.

After a long silence, she finally said, "Jiang Shuyi."

"I'll return your clothes... can you forget about it?"

". . ." Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but feel that Wen Yao was a bit too adorable.

She stifled a laugh and shook her head.

"No."

Her tone was firm, as if she were making a significant decision.

Wen Yao could leave all the clothes behind, this, she absolutely wouldn't forget.

"Jiang Shuyi, don't be like this."

Wen Yao's voice, rare with anger, quivered at Jiang Shuyi's denial.

Her fair ears had turned a shade of pink from embarrassment.

"You... don't be like this."

Wen Yao's originally clear and pleasant voice became somewhat desolate.

"I won't forget," Jiang Shuyi said, looking straight and firmly at her clothes, stubbornly adding, "I can forget anything, but this I absolutely cannot forget."

Wen Yao reached out to pull Jiang Shuyi's hand, trying to make her loosen the blanket.

However, no matter how hard Wen Yao tried, she was just an Omega, lacking the strength to compete with an Alpha like Jiang Shuyi.

"Don't look, Jiang Shuyi..."

Wen Yao pleaded softly.

In the past, as long as she spoke, Jiang Shuyi would listen, but today, Jiang Shuyi just wouldn't listen to her.

"I won't let go, these are my clothes, and I have the right to confirm their whereabouts."

Jiang Shuyi stubbornly looked at her clothes and began to softly count, "One, two..."

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi, biting her lip, "What are you counting?"

"I'm counting how many pieces of clothing you've hoarded from me..."

Jiang Shuyi answered very seriously.

Wen Yao's gaze turned somewhat cold.

Jiang Shuyi met Wen Yao's eyes and instinctively felt a bit scared, but still gritted her teeth and courageously continued counting.

"Four, five..."

However, Jiang Shuyi unknowingly turned red in the ears as she counted.

Finally, holding onto her shirt, she asked a bit shyly, "Wen Yao, you must really like my pheromones, right?"

". . ."

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