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Chapter 392 Only for You

Pushing the door open completely, the light streamed in and dispelled the gloom. Even though we had just moved out, the bedroom felt chilly.

The person lying in bed sat up without making a sound.

Even with light falling on his face, it seemed unable to dispel the gloom between his brows and eyes.

Jiang Zhouzhou walked towards him step by step, her sheepskin boots making a soft, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the wooden floor.

She spoke slowly in a soft tone, "I never thought of abandoning you, but..."

"Someone is still heartbroken. He's hiding away, grieving, and doesn't want to come to me for comfort."

“But it’s okay. If he doesn’t come to me, I can come to him.”

I walked up to him and reached out to pet the dog's head.

He tilted his head to one side, dodging her fingers, his voice tinged with a hint of stubbornness: "Who's sad?"

Jiang Zhouzhou let her hand fall down and sighed softly, "Sigh, it turns out I was just being sentimental. Since no one is sad, I'll leave. After all, there's still a lot to pack up in the new house."

After saying that, he turned around.

The next second, a hand gripped her wrist tightly.

He raised his dark eyes, his gaze shifting with a hint of accusation and grievance: "How can I not be sad? I woke up and my bed was gone."

Jiang Zhouzhou felt she shouldn't laugh at this moment, but she couldn't help it anyway.

She smiled and said, "It's just a change of location."

She knew that Zhou Xian regarded her place as a refuge.

Despite looking tall and imposing, it always squats pitifully at the door, like a large, homeless dog.

Once compassion is stirred the first time, it will be stirred countless times.

Jiang Zhouzhou promised him that she wouldn't abandon him, wouldn't leave him...

By recording his fingerprints, she was essentially telling him that she would always have a place for him here and that he would never be homeless.

Even if you move to a new place, it will be the same.

"I bought you a new water bottle, it's your favorite pink one." Jiang Zhouzhou looked down at him with a smile.

Zhou Xian raised her eyelids slightly: "When did I start liking pink the most?"

Jiang Zhouzhou tilted her head: "Then why is the water cup you take always pink?"

Zhou Xian: “…”

"I also took your favorite pair of dog-head slippers and put them on the first shelf of the shoe cabinet for you."

Hearing this, his tightly pursed lips finally curled up slightly: "I thought you would lose it."

Jiang Zhouzhou raised an eyebrow and exposed him: "How could you possibly throw it away! Every time you visit someone, the first thing you do is take out your dog-head slippers and show them off to everyone, as if you're afraid that others won't notice."

Later, Yin Yue stepped on the shoe hard, and the person took it back with a pained expression, cleaned it thoroughly, and put it back.

How could she possibly throw away his slippers, which he treasured so much?

He loosened his grip on her wrist, his slightly rough fingertips tracing her wrist bones, slowly moving down to her palm, his knuckles slipping between her fingers, and finally clasping her hand tightly.

"But I still like it here..."

"I don't want you to leave."

"Even though we live next door, I can sleep soundly just by the thought that you are just a wall away."

This place holds too much significance for him.

Jiang Zhouzhou raised her other hand and finally ruffled his head.

She gently rubbed his skin a couple of times and said to him, "Zhou Xian, I've always been here."

"If you suffer any injustice outside, you can come back anytime."

"When you have nowhere else to go, there will always be a place for you there."

“That place…is more than just my home.”

Eighteen years old, the college entrance examination is over.

Her parents completely severed ties with her, even making her transfer her household registration.

She flipped through the newly issued household registration booklet, only to find that it listed her as the only person in the family, all alone.

The price of becoming an adult is this cruel.

Her family is still there, but no one loves her.

Zhou Xian was the same.

The nonchalant attitude at first meeting was merely a protective facade. Peeling back the layers reveals a fragile heart beneath.

She couldn't abandon him and ignore him.

Some people are the easiest to coax; they only need a little sweetness to compromise and back down without any principles.

"Jiang Zhouzhou, do you say that to other men too?"

He stared intently at her, hoping to hear even a hint of her favoritism.

Jiang Zhouzhou poked his forehead and answered the question he most wanted to hear: "No, I only said that to you."

After saying that, Jiang Zhouzhou suddenly felt that the sentence sounded very familiar.

These seem to be classic quotes from scumbag men and women.

On this road, it seems she's gone further and further away...

The man sitting in front of her had a slight smile on his lips and could see right through her thoughts.

He tightened his grip on her hand and slowly uttered five words: "I love bad girls too."

A man's love-struck mind is the best dowry he can have.

Zhou Xian fell into this trap and never wanted to get out.

……

Over the weekend, Jiang Zhouzhou invited everyone to her housewarming party.

Sister Wujing and Sister Yu are far away in Shenzhen, but they sent her housewarming gifts and bouquets. Sister Xiaohe will arrive later, but she sent someone to deliver the gifts first.

Lin Chen thought he was the first to arrive, so he stood in front of the door tidying his coat and hair.

The weather wasn't great today; the forecast said there would be light snow. The cold wind blew into my open collar, and even someone with a fever couldn't help but shiver.

He pressed the doorbell, wearing what he considered his most handsome smile, even turning his face slightly to reveal his sharp jawline, trying to show Zhouzhou his most dashing side.

The door opened at that moment, and when Lin Chen saw who opened it, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

"why you?"

He muttered to himself, "As soon as I opened the door, I saw a huge American cockroach."

Who understands this feeling!

Despite being chirped by crickets in front of him, Yin Yue calmly said, "When I opened the door, I thought some kind of knife board had come to life."

Lin Chen: "..."

Is this Yin Yang's sharp, knife-like jawline?