Lin Jing hadn't expected Sheng Kuang to forgive her immediately.
She had even been mentally calculating how she would coax him back if he didn't.
To her surprise, his first words were "Okay."
"Boyfriend, let's make up, okay?"
"Okay."
Lin Jing blinked, then blinked again: "???"
They were making up just like that?
He didn't even hesitate?
Lin Jing was momentarily stunned: "Huh?"
Sheng Kuang's expression slowly stiffened.
Huh?
What kind of reaction was that?
Sheng Kuang narrowed his eyes, contemplating how to retract his words. Suddenly, a soft, cuddly body nestled into his arms.
The warm contact made Sheng Kuang's gaze deepen, and all his anger vanished.
At the beginning of their time in England, Lin Jing had cried countless times.
Crying was the most useless thing; it solved nothing.
Eventually, Lin Jing learned to remain expressionless, no matter how upset she was.
To the point that even when Jiang Wan left, her eyes only reddened slightly.
Lin Jing thought she had lost the ability to cry, but the moment she hugged Sheng Kuang, tears streamed down her face as if they were free.
There was the grievance of being alone in a foreign land, the helplessness of watching Jiang Wan leave, and the感动.
Yes.
How could she not be touched?
She had hurt him so deeply, and he had forgiven her so easily.
She understood what that meant.
Truly caring, truly unable to leave, would lead to such a compromise.
He didn't have to do this.
Lin Jing hugged Sheng Kuang tightly, crying until her shoulders shook.
Sheng Kuang was completely taken aback by Lin Jing's display, leaving him at a loss.
He was the one who had been abandoned by her, yet he hadn't cried, and she had become a sobbing mess first.
Sheng Kuang gently patted Lin Jing's shoulder, "Lin Jing..."
Before he could even utter words of comfort, she turned her head and kissed him, covering his mouth.
Sheng Kuang trembled, then tasted the saltiness of her tears. He moved his lips, and the next second, he pressed her head down and kissed her back deeply.
...
If not for the sudden phone call, Lin Jing thought she would still be asleep.
She hadn't slept for long, but it was a rare deep sleep for her in the past two years, so when she opened her eyes, she thought she had slept for a very, very long time.
She was disoriented for a while before picking up her phone to check the time. It turned out she had only slept for half an hour.
And half an hour ago...
Lin Jing turned her head and glanced at Sheng Kuang, who was still sleeping, holding her through the blanket. She remembered that she had intended to coax Sheng Kuang to sleep, but ended up falling asleep herself.
Lin Jing had slept enough during the day, and now that she was awake, she couldn't sleep at all. She had been hungry before going out, and now, after several hours, her stomach cramped from hunger. Thinking of Sheng Kuang's stomach problems, she knew he couldn't go hungry either. So, she took out her phone and ordered a few bowls of congee.
The congee shop was nearby. They said thirty minutes for delivery, but it arrived in just over ten minutes.
Afraid of having low blood sugar later, Lin Jing went downstairs alone to eat first.
She had originally thought that after not seeing Sheng Kuang for two years, their reconciliation would be awkward. But in reality, she had worried too much. The people like Chen Jing treated her as if nothing had changed from when she lived there two years ago, calling her "Jing Mei" one after another. No one asked why she left, and no one blamed her.
Even when Lan Bowen met her again, he was as gentle as before.
After everyone finished eating, they went to play games. Lin Jing ate slowly, falling behind. As she finished and was about to go upstairs, she saw Lan Bowen sitting in the living room. Although Lan Bowen had been a bit stern when he spoke then, Lin Jing hadn't paid much attention and greeted him.
Lan Bowen seemed to be waiting for her. "You made up?"
His tone was very normal, as if he had known from the moment she entered that room that they would inevitably reconcile.
Lin Jing nodded. "Mm."
Lan Bowen said, "I was a bit too emotional back then. Don't take it to heart."
Lin Jing let out a soft sound, "It's okay."
Lan Bowen looked up at the ceiling. "Did you see your phone?"
Lin Jing was taken aback by the question and showed him the phone in her hand.
"Not this one, the one you left behind."
Lin Jing realized he was referring to her phone from two years ago. She shook her head. "What's wrong?"
"You can take a look."
...
Back in the room, Sheng Kuang was still asleep.
Lin Jing called his name but found he didn't react at all.
He was sleeping so soundly.
Lin Jing remembered what Lan Bowen had told her and searched Sheng Kuang's room but couldn't find her old phone. She thought Sheng Kuang had hidden it, so she decided to wait until he woke up to ask him.
Since she was the only one awake and felt a bit bored, she walked to the balcony and, on impulse, slipped into the adjacent room.
The furnishings inside were exactly as she remembered them from when she had lived there.
The bedding on the bed was pink.
Lin Jing walked over and, as soon as she sat down, she felt something hard under the quilt. She lifted it and saw the old phone she had been looking for all this time.
Sheng Kuang hadn't changed the password, so she easily logged in.
WeChat had been logged out on this phone recently, but when she entered the password, it didn't require verification. She accessed WeChat directly.
The name of Sheng Kuang, which was at the top of her contact list, showed that the last chat time was a week ago.
She hadn't even logged into this phone, so how could there be such recent chat records with him?
Lin Jing instinctively clicked on it. At first, she was stunned, then she scrolled up the screen. As she read, her eyes welled up with tears again.