My Darling (我的曼达林)

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He is improving but... Oh, Jian Bianlin, you still have a lot to learn. Hahaha.

Chapter 4.3 — Each Second of Waiting (3)

Chu Jian dipped her hand into the pool, gently swirling the warm water inside, her eyes gazing out at the ocean beyond the glass wall. Although the ocean could be seen from here, it could not be considered a beautiful view because between it and the hotel, there was what seemed to be a still-incomplete construction site that was a jumble of mess and disarray.

Just like her heart, which was also feeling jumbled and in disarray.

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The guitar was set down beside the pool. Jian Bianlin patted the spot next to him.

It was neither a large nor small spot; there was just enough space for her to sit.

After pausing for several seconds, Chu Jian climbed over from the daybed sofa. That little platform area was against the glass wall, and only a few soft throw pillows were on it. As she tried to rest herself into the pillows, she was not paying attention and ended up leaning herself backwards at a very suggestively intimate angle. It seemed... she had leaned herself into his arms.

She had not expected this. Neither had Jian Bianlin.

He could feel that his arm, which was on top of the throw pillows, was brushing against the skin at the nape of her neck—soft, warm, and so real. Yes, that was it. Real.

He had actually clearly heard each word that Xie Bin had spoken earlier. For two days, more than forty hours, he had thrown himself into his work with intensity and focus, as if her arrival had not caused wild elation in him. Only he, himself, was most clear about the truth. Since that day when, sitting in the driver's seat, he saw that one word on his phone's screen, the sense of reality had left him.

But now, he had awakened again.

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Chu Jian...

Jian Bianlin's fingers hung down slightly to rest on her shoulder. Through a layer of cotton material, he could feel that her body was tense and uneasy.

Her personality had not been like this before. When they were kids, she had beamed with smiles all day long, always cheerful, simple, and carefree. After breaking his entry for a model plane competition, she had still put on a miserable look that was deserving of pity. Holding up the broken mess in her hands, she had worn that I-know-you-won't-take-this-to-heart-so-just-hurry-up-and-say-you-forgive-me expression to apologize to him. Later, things gradually changed, especially in their last year of high school. She had treaded more and more carefully and had not really liked laughing and joking around with schoolmates anymore. When school ended for the day, she would leave alone. It was the same during rest time in gym class; she would sit by herself in the bleachers, staring out blankly, unlike other girls who would gather in groups and chat... He knew that at that time, Chu Jian had been very severely excluded by their classmates, and so gradually, her temper and spiritedness had been worn away. She later went to Hainan, and he would secretly go there and watch her as she attended class. Still, she would sit on her own in the back row, without a single person around her.