In response to your first question: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS
I don’t actually read a lot of Chinese web novels? My Chinese skills aren’t really all that up to par so it takes me awhile to finish them, but I did finish Guardian, and I am halfway through SCI, and I dig both of them, so maybe I should start reading more?
the purest cleanest rawest feeling in the world is seeing someone who once inspired you to compose sonnets and not even feeling the urge to write a footnote
Yezun dies after an accident, leaving his baby in Shen Wei’s care.
Shen Wei doesn’t know how to be a father. He only understands flowers language. But it’s okay. Yunlan, coffeeshop owner at next door will help him.
“What are you doing, Yunlan?” Shen Wei asks.
Yunlan frowns a little at Shen Wei, and turns back to continue flicking through Si’er’s wardrobe. “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m looking for that pink fairy princess dress,” he says. “I could’ve sworn I just saw it in here the other day. Did you put it in the wash?”
“Yunlan…”
“Or did we leave it at Wang Zheng’s place?” Yunlan mumbles. “Do you think Si’er will mind wearing the white one instead of the pink? I think she looks adorable no matter what, but she is very attached to that pink dress.”
“Yunlan,” Shen Wei says firmly. “Zhao Yunlan, what are you doing?”
Yunlan turns to face Shen Wei. “I’m…helping Si’er find her dress for the talent show on Friday? What’s wrong with you?” he asks, coming closer, reaching out to press his palm to Shen Wei’s cheek. “No temperature, but you’re acting very weirdly today. Are you not feeling well?”
Shen Wei almost runs with the excuse. He wants to lean into Yunlan’s touch, to let Yunlan continue to make a mess of Si’er’s room searching for the pink dress he thinks they left at Yunlan’s apartment. He wants to keep Yunlan here, in their lives, with them, wants Yunlan to be a part of their lives so badly. But…
He thinks about the way Yunlan’d smiled indulgently at Zhu Hong before pulling her into a hug. He thinks about the gentleness in Yunlan’s voice when he’d said to Zhu Hong, “You know I love you.” He thinks about the ring he knows Yunlan has been carrying around in his leather jacket.
Shen Wei steels himself.
“Zhao Yunlan, you’re not Si’er’s father, you understand that, right?” he asks firmly. “You don’t have to be here. You shouldn’t be here.”
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