Chapter 3113
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A suffocating pain enveloped me.
For the first time in my life, I realized that my heart could really hurt.
It was a kind of pain that made one feel suffocated, helpless, and at a loss.
On the night of Grandma's death, the family was busy with the funeral, while Dongyu slept with me in the small room upstairs. I couldn't close my eyes for the entire night.
Tears kept streaming down my face as I hugged Grandma's large fan and cried until the sky turned dark.
I remember this big cattail leaf fan. When I was young, when the weather was hot, my grandmother would stay by my bedside and fan us tirelessly over and over again until we fell asleep.
When I went upstairs, I saw it and my heart almost broke.
Dongyu hugged me, not knowing how to comfort me. Even he was in a heavy mood because of Grandma's death. As if affected by my emotions, he also shed tears.
"Xiachun, don't cry, okay?"
He comforted me gently and held me in his arms as if he was coaxing a child.
I didn't know how to respond to him. Although I didn't make a sound, my tears never stopped.
He probably felt his heart ache. He held my face and carefully pecked away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
Because of this kiss, I was shocked. My heart, which had been calm and unremarkable, suddenly raced.
In the darkness, Dongyu didn't seem to notice anything strange about me, but he also sensed that I was no longer crying. He also knew that this kind of comfort seemed to be able to calm my emotions for a short time. He held my face and gently kissed away my tears, just like he did when we were young.
When I was young, I was especially fond of crying. This was how Dongyu comforted me. Little did he know that when he grew up, such actions added to the ambiguity between a man and a woman.
My heart was beating faster, but I was willing to be comforted by him like this. Subconsciously, I wrapped my arms around his waist.
When I hugged him just now, he seemed to have woken up. He looked up slightly and met my eyes.
I couldn't see the expression on his face, and he couldn't see the emotions in my eyes. He only smiled softly and said, "Little fool, don't cry. Grandma is gone, and I'll be with you."
"Can you stay with me forever?"
"I promised Grandma to take good care of you."
"I …"
This wasn't the kind of care I wanted!
This blockhead of his didn't seem to understand what I was talking about.
Later, I realized that perhaps Dongyu had already understood at that time. However, he deliberately avoided it and didn't respond.
Just like when I was young, I stubbornly pursued the answer. But Dongyu had long known that some things, once they were clarified, they weren't the outcome he wanted to see.
Some things would be less painful if they were vague, and one would not have to face a cruel choice.
He built a utopian world, hoping that these two feelings could coexist.
That night, he held me in his arms and stayed with me the whole night until I calmed down.
After the funeral, in order to thank the relatives who had helped at the funeral, Dad booked a private room in the hotel and treated them to a meal.
On such occasions, Dongyu was always the center of attention.
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