Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 34
After school that evening, Fu Hanzhou, for once, was on time.
The bell had barely finished ringing when he walked out of the school gates.
Old Wu was in a particularly good mood, if he could pick him up early, that meant he could get home earlier to spend time with his wife and kids.
Fu Hanzhou’s dark, ink-like black eyes reflected the flickering lights outside the car window.
Those lights flashed by, but none of them managed to brighten the dead stillness in his gaze.
His lips were pressed together, a thin pale-pink line drawn with a frosty chill.
Looking at his reflection, Fu Hanzhou felt an uncontrollable surge of disgust.
Insects with hideous mouthparts silently crawled throughout the car.
For a fleeting moment,Fu Hanzhou felt a kind of exhilarating delight in destruction.
Just as those insects were about to swarm into his body and start devouring him, Old Wu suddenly spoke.
“Oh! Almost forgot, Little Ci told me to tell you, he’s transferring back to his hometown to study.”
Fu Hanzhou froze.
Oblivious, Old Wu kept talking to himself, “Useless, I tell you, getting old is no good. I even told myself before I fell asleep last night, ‘I have to tell him in the morning,’ and then I forgot.”
Fu Hanzhou’s lips moved, and he asked stiffly, “When did he call you?”
“The day I was off work. He probably wanted to tell you in person and even called right after school. But I was busy that day, so I didn’t pick you up.”
After that, Old Wu kept forgetting to tell Fu Hanzhou about this. Every night he’d remember just before falling asleep, only to wake up and forget again.
Fu Hanzhou lowered his eyes.
The dense swarm of white insects disappeared at some unknown point, and the tension in his expression slowly smoothed out.
In the depths of those black eyes, a faint, fragile light finally flickered.
…..
Late autumn in Henglin brought endless a clammy, bone-chilling damp cold.
Just a few days ago, there had been a heavy autumn rain, and now the temperature had dropped sharply.
After school, students bundled up in coats walked out of the school gate in twos and threes.
The girls were army in army, chatting excitedly, but as soon as they stepped outside and saw a tall, striking figure, their conversation stuck in their throats.
The boy was dressed in a camel-colored sweater, with broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, and black trousers wrapped around his straight and graceful legs.
Although he was a boy, he had long, jet-black hair.
It should have looked pretentious, but on him it was noble, handsome, and oddly fitting.
His skin was pale, like flawless white jade peeled from fine silk, cool and clean.
His features were refined to the point of perfection.
Just standing there casually, he was as breathtaking as a painting in ink.
The small-town crowd had never seen a boy so beautiful. Whether boys or girls, everyone stopped to stare.
Fu Hanzhou ignored all the stares. His gaze swept over every student walking out of the gate.
After a long moment, a clean and handsome boy finally walked out.
Fu Hanzhou’s eyes froze. He was about to step forward, he saw that boy pushing a wheelchair.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a frail, thin boy with a pale, delicate face.
Su Yunjing walked while leaning forward slightly to talk to him, with a smile on his face.
Perhaps sensing something, Su Yunjing suddenly lifted his head and glanced around.
Across the crowd, his gaze met Fu Hanzhou’s.
At first Su Yunjing thought he was hallucinating.
But when he blinked and looked again, that stunning, long-haired boy was still there.
Joy instantly lit up Su Yunjing’s face.
Following Su Yunjing’s line of sight, Jiang Chunian also saw the boy standing at the gate, attracting everyone’s attention.
“Is that your friend?” Jiang Chunian asked softly.
Su Yunjing was about to say yes, but changed it at the last moment, “An old classmate from my previous school.”
Even though Su Yunjing tried to make it sound ordinary, Jiang Chunian could still sense the joy in his expression.
Su Yunjing had truly not expected Fu Hanzhou to come find him. He was overjoyed.
Pushing Jiang Chunian’s wheelchair, he walked toward Fu Hanzhou.
“What are you doing here?” Su Yunjing’s eyes curved with an irrepressible smile. “Did you come alone?”
“Mm.”
Although he was answering Su Yunjing, Fu Hanzhou’s eyes flicked briefly toward the boy in the wheelchair.
Jiang Chunian was extremely sensitive. Even though the glance was faint, for some reason, it left him feeling uncomfortable.
When Fu Hanzhou wasn’t in the mood to talk, he liked to answer with “mm.” No matter what question you asked him, he would answer you with “mm”.
Alright then.
Su Yunjing didn’t ask further and sent Jiang Chunian home as usual.
Jiang Chunian didn’t live in the same housing complex as Su Yunjing, but just a block away.
When he was a child, he’d had an accident that injured his legs. By age ten, he had undergone an amputation of both legs.
A few days ago, after school, Su Yunjing saw two boys bullying Jiang Chunian at the classroom door while he waited for someone to pick him up.
Unable to stand it, Su Yunjing had stepped in to help.
Jiang Chunian’s parents were busy running a clothing business at the wholesale market.
They had hired a woman who ran a fruit stand downstairs to pick him up after school.
That day, the fruit stand was swamped with customers, so she was late.
Since their homes were close by, from then on, Su Yunjing had started to escort Jiang Chunian home every day.
Jiang Chunian was shy and very self-conscious. With Fu Hanzhou around, he wouldn’t chat with Su Yunjing like he usually did.
Fu Hanzhou, for his part, was even less talkative.
The three of them walked in silence, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.
Jiang Chunian’s home was in an old residential building with six floors, and his home was on the third floor. The old community didn’t have an elevator, so after school, Jiang Chunian would stay at the fruit stall until his parents got home from work.
Since Su Yunjing started taking him home, he would take him directly home.
At the building entrance, Su Yunjing crouched down and carried Jiang Chunian on his back.
Seeing this, Fu Hanzhou’s dark eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
Although Jiang Chunian was thin, he was still a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy.
It was still a bit difficult for Su Yunjing to carry him up to the third floor. When they reached the third floor, Jiang Chunian quickly fished out his keys and opened the door.
Su Yunjing stepped inside and set him down on the sofa.
Su Yunjing took a breath beside the sofa, and when he was about to go downstairs to help him get the wheelchair up, Fu Hanzhou appeared, carrying it.
He didn’t step inside, just placed the wheelchair at the door.
“Are you leaving or not?” Fu Hanzhou stood at the door, his tone unreadable.
Su Yunjing nodded. “Yeah, let’s go. Just a minute.”
He pushed the wheelchair into the room, lifted Jiang Chunian back into it, so that he could move around on his own he left.
Fu Hanzhou pressed his lips together, his expression was cold, his eyes gleaming with cold light.
Su Yunjing was just about to leave when Jiang Chunian called out to him.
“What is it?” Su Yunjing asked.
“My mom bought some hairy crabs to thank you,” Jiang Chunian said, pushing the wheelchair to the fridge and taking out a fresh box of crabs.
Su Yunjing said, “No need. It’s nothing, your family should keep them.”
“We already ate yesterday. These were saved for you. My mom wrapped them in damp cloth, they’re still alive.”
Jiang Chunian handed him the box. “Take them, don’t be polite, thank you for walking me home every day.”
His gaze fell on his own empty pant legs, and he felt another wave of self-consciousness.
Not everyone was willing to be friends with someone like him.
Su Yunjing was terrible at dealing with this kind of situation. He wasn’t good with words.
He understood that Jiang Chunian was doing his utmost to maintain their friendship out of fear that one day Su Yunjing would stop caring.
So Su Yunjing accepted the crabs to put his mind at ease.
By the time they left Jiang Chunian’s house, it was already past seven.
Street lamps lit up the road, and the warm orange light glowed on Fu Hanzhou.
The handsome boy, with his defined brows and eyes, pressed his lips together. The corners of his lips curved sharply, giving him a look of resentment.
After a long, silent walk, they passed a small convenience store. Finally, Su Yunjing couldn’t hold back.
“Where are you planning to sleep tonight?”
Seeing that Fu Hanzhou didn’t answer, Su Yunjing sighed. “If you’re getting a hotel, that’s fine, I won’t bother you. But if you’re staying at my place, I need to buy you a toothbrush and a towel.”
There weren’t any new ones at home.
Without a word, Fu Hanzhou stepped straight into the store.
When he noticed Su Yunjing still standing there in a daze, he turned back with a frown.
“Didn’t you say you needed a toothbrush?”
Su Yunjing: “…”
For a moment, he really wanted to drag this kid into an alley and give him a good beating.
After buying the toothbrush and towel, Su Yunjing brought Fu Hanzhou home.
On the day of Wen Yanlai’s wedding, although the original owner’s grandparents also attended the wedding, they did not see Fu Hanzhou.
Because Fu Hanzhou hadn’t shown up at all, he’d been busy making trouble instead.
So when he arrived at the door of his house, Su Yunjing hesitated, regretting his impulsive decision.
He should have sent the kid to a hotel. Bringing him home was going to be a problem.
As Su Yunjing was about to persuade him to go elsewhere, Fu Hanzhou reached out and rang the doorbell.
What the hell!
Su Yunjing stared at Fu Hanzhou in astonishment.
The other party had a cold face and did not even glance at Su Yunjing. He looked cold and unfeeling.
The door opened from the inside and an elderly lady walked out.
Guo Xiuhui assumed Su Yunjing had forgotten his keys, so she didn’t ask anything at first.
But when she noticed the tall, striking boy standing beside him, she was momentarily taken aback.
Su Yunjing was flustered, not knowing how to introduce him.
Fu Hanzhou spoke first, politely calling out, “Grandma. I used to be a classmate of Wen Ci’s. I came to visit him.”
Guo Xiuhui’s face broke into a warm smile. “Come in, come in! What a good-looking young man.”
“Which school are you from? Henglin No.1?”
“No, I’m from Nanzhong, in the capital.”
“The capital?” Guo Xiuhui was surprised. “That’s so far! How did you get here?”
“I flew.”
“Weren’t you tired?”
“No, it’s only two hours, but I might stay here for two days. Sorry to bother you.”
“Not at all! You came all this way to see him, I couldn’t be happier. Come in, have some fruit, make yourself at home.”
Carrying half a box of hairy crabs, Su Yunjing listened in amazement as they chatted.
He had spent almost a month with this grown-up version of his “little brat” and had never seen him so warm and polite before.
He answered almost every question, and his answers were often perfunctory.
Listening to his grandmother praise Fu Hanzhou for being polite and well-mannered, Su Yunjing felt an odd sense of déjà vu.
Back then, when he’d first brought the younger version of him home, Song Wenqian had praised him in almost the exact same way.
Watching him shed his claws and spikes, turning into this obedient boy, Su Yunjing felt a complicated mix of emotions.
Honestly… he could still fake it.
It wasn’t just young people who valued looks; the older generation also favored good looks and sweet words.
The moment she saw him, Guo Xiuhui seemed to forget all about her grandson.
After chatting for a while, she finally noticed Su Yunjing still standing there holding a box.
“What are you carrying?” Guo Xiuhui asked.
“These are crabs from Xiao Nian’s family, to thank me for escorting him home,” Su Yunjing explained, handing them over.
Guo Xiuhui opened the box to find seven or eight large crabs, all tied up with nylon string. Each one was big and plump, wrapped in damp gauze to keep them alive—sure enough, they were all still kicking.
Guo Xiuhui looked a little embarrassed. “His family is far too polite. How about this, your great-aunt just brought me some farm eggs—tomorrow you can take a few over to their house as a return gift.”“Okay.”
“You and Xiao Fu talk, I’ll steam these crabs for you.” She took the crabs into the kitchen.
Hearing her call him “Xiao Fu” so fondly, Su Yunjing almost laughed.
He set down his schoolbag and sat next to Fu Hanzhou.
“Xiao Fu,” Su Yunjing said deliberately, “so you’re planning to trouble my grandma for a few days?”
Fu Hanzhou glanced sideways, lips curling in a faint, mocking smile, but didn’t respond.
Seeing that this “Xiao Fu” was still the same cold, untouchable type, Su Yunjing felt like he was just talking to a wall.
At that moment, Guo Xiuhui came out from the kitchen. “Xiao Fu, what would you like for dinner? I’ve made ribs and stir-fried bamboo shoots. If you don’t want those, I can cook something else.”
Facing her, Fu Hanzhou’s tone softened completely. “No need, Grandma, I like everything.”
That sweet “Grandma” nearly knocked Su Yunjing off his chair.
He never in a million years imagined that this brat had a second personality tucked away.
So this was what they meant by “knowing which face to show to whom,” huh?
When Wen Huaishan came out after playing chess, he saw a plate of crabs on the table.
“Well now, what wind blew these in? Since when do you buy crabs?” Wen Huaishan asked with a chuckle.
Guo Xiuhui came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of ribs. When she saw Wen Huaishan reaching for a crab, she rapped his hand with her chopsticks.
“They’re not for you. And didn’t the doctor tell you to avoid seafood? You just got out of the hospital and already forgot?”
“They don’t let me eat anything,” Wen Huaishan sighed, setting the crab down. “What’s the point of living like this?”
Guo Xiuhui glared at him. “You’ve got ribs! Aren’t they enough?”
Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.
“Someone visiting?” Wen Huaishan asked when he saw Fu Hanzhou.
“This is my classmate,” Su Yunjing said, pausing slightly. “Xiao Fu.”
Looking at the boy’s long black hair, Wen Huaishan asked curiously, “Do you study art? Why the long hair?”
Fu Hanzhou: “No. I’ll cut it in a few days.”
Su Yunjing glanced at Fu Hanzhou in surprise.
Wen Huaishan was very traditional. “Short hair looks better. Boys should keep it neat.”
Su Yunjing thought for a moment and interjected, “It’s personal preference. As long as it doesn’t affect anyone else, long or short is fine.”
After all, Fu Hanzhou had already gotten permission from his school. Since Nanzhong allowed it, why argue?
Wen Huaishan couldn’t accept such modern ideas. To him, men should look like men.
“You kids today have no grit. Back in my day—”
“Stop with the ‘back in your day.’ It’s exactly because your time was so hard that you ruined your knees. Just mind yourself, you’re getting more and more old-fashioned,” Guo Xiuhui snapped, clearly annoyed.
“If you want hardship, Go live it yourself. Don’t eat the ribs I made. Go eat your cornbread and boiled wild greens.”
Wen Huaishan clasped his hands behind his back, pouting like a child. “Fine, I won’t eat.”
With that, the old man actually went back to his study with his hands behind his back.
Su Yunjing followed, trying to coax him back.
Guo Xiuhui, unbothered, smiled kindly at Fu Hanzhou. “Xiao Fu, don’t mind him. Sit down and eat.”
Su Yunjing returned and shook his head. “He said he’s not eating.”
Guo Xiuhui snorted. “Leave him. He’ll eat when he’s hungry. You two start first.”
Su Yunjing had been living here for a week and was used to their constant bickering.
One was as stubborn as a mule, and the other refused to indulge that bad habit.
This back-and-forth happened all the time, so much that Su Yunjing barely even blinked at it now.
Guo Xiuhui went into the kitchen to mix the dipping sauce for the crabs.
“Don’t mind them,” Su Yunjing explained. “This is just how they get along. Let’s eat.”
Worried Fu Hanzhou might feel awkward, Su Yunjing explained.
But Fu Hanzhou adapted well, showing no signs of embarrassment. At least Su Yunjing couldn’t see his embarrassment. He sat down steadily in the dining chair, his expression as usual.
Su Yunjing: “…”
Unshakable nerves.
This was one way in which Su Yunjing really couldn’t compare to Fu Hanzhou. If he were in a stranger’s house and heard this kind of argument, he’d be so embarrassed he wouldn’t know where to look.
Su Yunjing possessed a strong sense of empathy.
He was a kind of person who’d feel secondhand embarrassment enough to dig a hole to hide in.
Looking at Fu Hanzhou’s handsome profile, Su Yunjing suddenly said, “You know, you’re actually a lot like my grandpa.”
Fu Hanzhou: “…”
Su Yunjing had just noticed the similarity between them and blurted it out without thinking. He hadn’t intended to have a deep conversation about it.
He thought Fu Hanzhou wouldn’t be interested in this topic.
Unexpectedly, Fu Hanzhou asked, “Like how?”
Su Yunjing glanced at him and muttered, “Your personality.”
Both of them were stubborn to the bone, prickly on the outside.
Right now, Wen Huaishan had sworn not to eat dinner, but later, when he got hungry, he’d sneak into the kitchen.
And Guo Xiuhui, though sharp-tongued, would still leave food aside for him.
Fu Hanzhou was just like him, awkward and proud.
Say he dislikes you, but he still came all the way here to see you.
Say he wants to make up, but he hasn’t shown a good face since the moment he arrived.
Su Yunjing had no idea what he was really here for.
Once the crabs were steamed, Guo Xiuhui told Su Yunjing to give one to Fu Hanzhou.
But Fu Hanzhou didn’t touch it.
“Xiao Fu, why aren’t you eating?” Guo Xiuhui asked.
Fu Hanzhou lowered his lashes, looking pitiful. “I have stomach issues. I can’t eat cold foods like this.”
Guo Xiuhui frowned. “You’re so young. Why do you have stomach issues? Do you skip meals? Does no one cook for you at home?”
Fu Hanzhou ate his rice slowly. “Mm. They’re all busy, so they don’t cook.”
Guo Xiuhui’s heart ached. “Then where do you usually eat?”
Fu Hanzhou said softly, “At the school cafeteria.”
Su Yunjing: “…”
Though it was technically true, why did it sound so pitiful?
Sure, Shen Nianyun didn’t cook, but they had a housekeeper! Why not mention that?
Su Yunjing didn’t want to expose him, so he just focused on eating his crab.
Then, Fu Hanzhou changed the subject, glancing at the crab in Su Yunjing’s hands.
“You shouldn’t eat too much. Didn’t you have stomach problems too?”
Su Yunjing: “???”
Guo Xiuhui turned to him. “Your stomach is upset?”
Su Yunjing stammered, “Uh… it was just for a few days back in the capital. It’s fine now.”
“Even so, don’t eat too much crab, it’s cold in nature. Eat more ribs instead.” Guo Xiuhui put a rib in his bowl.
Under her watchful eyes, Su Yunjing had to put down the crab.
He had only eaten one.
For someone his age, two would’ve been no problem at all.
After dinner, Fu Hanzhou even behaved himself enough to help wash the dishes.
This change made Su Yunjing both shocked and delighted.
Was his adorable, well-behaved little cool cub coming back?
But Su Yunjing was thinking too much. At night, when the door closed, he was back to being the same aloof and arrogant tsundere.
Hevwas still the same awkward tsundere who would always oppose Su Yunjing.
Since Su Yunjing hadn’t brought back the clothes he’d left in capital, he had bought two new sets of pajamas here.
He had only worn one set; the other was washed clean and neatly stored in the wardrobe.
But of course, he deliberately chose the set Su Yunjing had already worn, and shut himself in the bathroom without a word.
When he came out, he even refused to share a bed, insisting on sleeping on the floor.
Even someone as patient as Su Yunjing felt his temples throbbing.
In the end, he gave up persuading him and grabbed the mat he had put away earlier in the week.
When Guo Xiuhui came in with a quilt, she found Su Yunjing spreading bedding on the floor.
Surprised, she asked, “Why are you sleeping on the floor?”
Su Yunjing froze and glanced at the sulky boy sitting on the bed, lips pressed tight. Finally, he took the blame.
“I’m worried I’ll kick him in my sleep, so I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Guo Xiuhui didn’t think much of it and really believed he was just making a fuss. “It’s getting colder these days. The floor’s damp and chilly.”
At that moment, Fu Hanzhou put on a good-boy act and kindly spoke up. “The bed’s big enough. We can both sleep on it.”
Su Yunjing’s lips twitched, but in the end, he clenched his teeth and swallowed the blame without protest.
“Fine. No floor, then.” He tossed the bedding back onto the bed and rolled up the mat.
Guo Xiuhui set down the quilt, reminding them to go to bed early, and left.
This time, Fu Hanzhou didn’t insist and got into bed.
Once the lights went out, they lay there in silence.
Henglin nights were cold. Fu Hanzhou lay there in thin pajamas, without even covering himself with a blanket.
Su Yunjing couldn’t stand it. He unfolded a spare blanket and covered him with it.
As soon as he did, Fu Hanzhou pushed it off, not appreciating it at all.
Su Yunjing paused, then quietly lay back down.
“If you came all this way just to mess with me, you really don’t have to.”
His voice was soft and calm in the darkness.
Fu Hanzhou stiffened, his fingertips curling unconsciously.
Su Yunjing had always been patient with him.
If it were someone else, with this kind of prickly, combative personality, Su Yunjing would have stayed far away.
Like Li Xueyang. Sure, he had qualities Su Yunjing admired, but their interactions were unpleasant, so Su Yunjing chose not to be friends with him.
But Fu Hanzhou was different. His stubbornness seemed directed at him alone.
Su Yunjing didn’t know the reason behind it, but no matter what the reason was, this way of getting along was not healthy.
And it was something Su Yunjing simply couldn’t accept.
He sighed. “I treat you well because I care about you, but I’m not going to indulge you forever.”
“If you have a problem with me, just say it. People need to communicate. If you don’t tell me, I’ll never know what you want.”
Su Yunjing finished speaking, and when Fu Hanzhou didn’t respond, he finally gave up.
Pulling up his own blanket, he turned over and closed his eyes.
This failed attempt at communication left him feeling helpless.
He didn’t know what had happened over these ten years to change his sweet little cool boy into this.
Su Yunjing was overwhelmed, but with Fu Hanzhou beside him, he could only stay in one position.
Before long, he drifted off to sleep.
Fu Hanzhou, however, lay awake until the second half of the night.
He hadn’t come here to torment Su Yunjing.
He came because he missed him.
But he was angry—angry that Su Yunjing treated everyone so well.
Fu Hanzhou leaned closer, his nose brushing the back of Su Yunjing’s neck.
His world was small, and he didn’t possess much.
But Su Yunjing was different. He was always kind to everyone. Good to everyone.
Fu Hanzhou wrapped his arms around him, his long lashes trembling like a rain-soaked butterfly, beautiful and fragile.
The ends of his long, narrow eyes shimmered with a faint layer of moisture.
Why couldn’t Su Yunjing be good to him alone?
Su Yunjing couldn’t breathe. He shifted slightly, realizing there was something weighing him down.
Half-asleep, he felt something soft and silky under his hand.
It was cool, soft, and smooth like silk.
Though it felt nice, he was startled, he thought it was a mouse and opened his eyes.
Seeing it was Fu Hanzhou’s hair, he exhaled in relief.
Fu Hanzhou had curled up against him, like a baby in the womb, arms clinging tightly to him.
His long, narrow eyes were misty, and his lashes wet.
This was just like how Fu Hanzhou used to be when he had nightmares.
Su Yunjing woke up completely.
“Nightmare?” he asked gently, patting Fu Hanzhou’s back.
Fu Hanzhou didn’t respond, just buried his face into the crook of Su Yunjing’s neck.
Like stroking a kitten, Su Yunjing rubbed the back of his neck to comfort him.
Sometimes, when Fu Hanzhou was being stubborn, Su Yunjing would be so angry he wanted to strangle him.
But seeing him so pitiful now, his heart softened.
This was no brat—this was his little ancestor!
He coaxed the sulking Fu Hanzhou for a long time, until he finally fell asleep.
But then Su Yunjing couldn’t sleep by himself.
The book-transmigration system had really found him a nemesis, Fu Hanzhou’s personality and character setting were a perfect fit to jump repeatedly on Su Yunjing’s soft spots.
Angry with himself, Su Yunjing lay there fuming until three in the morning before finally dozing off.
….
In the morning, he was awakened by Guo Xiuhui calling from outside.
The noise made him jolt awake.
The boy next to him also stirred from the movement.
Fu Hanzhou’s old problem came back. He liked to cling to people in his sleep, and Su Yunjing’s arm was completely numb.
Noticing Su Yunjing’s discomfort, Fu Hanzhou silently massaged his arm.
The tingling pain made Su Yunjing shrink his neck, but even then he still glanced sideways at Fu Hanzhou, who, for once, had retracted his usual thorns.
Maybe last night’s words had an effect, because today, Fu Hanzhou wasn’t as cold.
Seeing Su Yunjing’s sore arm, he even ladled a bowl of congee for him without being asked.
Su Yunjing didn’t dare get his hopes up, though. After all, this kid had fooled him plenty of times before.
Because they woke up late, Su Yunjing had to hurry to finish breakfast and head to school.
Guo Xiuhui practically treated Fu Hanzhou like her own grandson, insisting on taking him to a Chinese doctor for his stomach.
As he laughed to himself about Fu Hanzhou hoisting a rock only to drop it on his own foot, Su Yunjing packed his bag.
“I’m off to school,” Su Yunjing said to Guo Xiuhui as usual after changing his shoes.
“Be careful on the road,” Guo Xiuhui said.
“Okay.”
Swinging his schoolbag over his shoulder, he quickly ran downstairs.
As he walked out of the building, he looked up at the fifth floor.
There, a young man stood by the window, also looking at him.
Dark brows, inky lashes—the beautiful black eyes focused intently on him.
For some reason, Su Yunjing suddenly remembered their childhood.
Every morning when he went to school, Fu Hanzhou would stand behind the orphanage gate to see him off.
And in the evening, he’d wait at the gate for Su Yunjing to come home.
Right now, Fu Hanzhou’s gaze was just like that little boy’s, standing behind the iron bars, watching him leave for school.