You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 136 I Miss Him So Much

Yu Nanqing shook her head, tears streaming down her face like a stream, until they fell into her collar and disappeared into her thin pink plush knitted cardigan.

She came out in a hurry without putting on extra clothes, and even though there was no wind, her face was still pale from the cold.

"Shen Mochen, I don't want you to die." Her voice was choked with sobs. She had finally been able to see him again, and she didn't want to lose him again.

But at this moment, any explanation seems pale and powerless.

Her mind was a mess, and she couldn't come up with any decent explanation that would guarantee Shen Mochen's forgiveness.

Shen Mochen's eyes were lifeless as he stared intently at his reflection on the ground. His hands, hanging at his sides, trembled slightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and the knife wound on his wrist reopened, bleeding again.

This is his fifth day in this strange world.

No identity, no residence... nothing at all.

Aside from occasionally hearing news that seemed to be about Yu Nanqing from other people, nothing in this world could give him the motivation to live.

This is a world for the obedient.

But before today, it seems they weren't behaving well.

The couple told him they knew Yu Nanqing and could take him to see her.

They're right, he definitely saw Guai Guai.

However, when they met again, his mouth seemed glued shut, and he couldn't utter a single word from his heart.

Instead, what came out of his mouth was "cold, barbed blade."

Even though the stab was aimed at the other person, for some reason, it caused excruciating pain in his heart.

He was a good-for-nothing, a spineless coward. He stubbornly made up an excuse, but in the end, he still went home with the man.

The apartment wasn't big, but the layout looked cozy, and the air felt exceptionally fresh.

The reason for this seems to be the absence of any trace of him.

Yu Nanqing was already very happy that Shen Mochen had come back with her. Always concerned about her appearance, she didn't pay attention to her red and swollen eyes from crying, nor did she notice her messy hair. She poured water and handed it to Shen Mochen, then sat on the sofa not far from him with a reserved yet nervous demeanor.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere became quite awkward.

The warm water cup was still steaming, and because of the effervescent tablet, it was bubbling away.

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and stared at the cup in his hand, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. He tilted his head back and finished the drink, and the information he had inquired about when he first arrived involuntarily popped into his mind again.

Yu Nanqing has someone she likes in this world, and everyone knows about their popularity.

A passionate pursuit, followed by a crushing rejection and a humiliating defeat.

Guai Guai seems to be just like him, a pitiful little girl who loves but cannot have the one she desires.

Yu Nanqing had no idea what he was thinking, and her eyes seemed to be staring at his face until they were practically blooming.

She knew that their relationship was most sensitive at this time, so she had to be careful at all times and not do anything that would anger Shen Mochen, nor say anything that would make him angry.

But she really missed him, missed him terribly, wanted to snuggle into his arms and beg for a hug, wanted to lean in and nuzzle his face to ask for a kiss, and even more wanted to become one with him, to share life and death together.

This world belongs to someone else's book world. She and Shen Mochen are just ordinary passersby in it, so they are not controlled by the plot and are not powerless to control their own destiny.

They can follow their hearts and act without restraint.

She could openly express her love, and she could shamelessly keep Shen Mochen trapped in her cage.

No one will bother them.

This feeling of not being controlled excited Yu Nanqing greatly. Seeing Shen Mochen put down the cup, she took the initiative to move over and sit on Shen Mochen's lap.

Sensing the other person's stiffness and anticipating their impending rejection, Yu Nanqing acted on impulse, immediately cupping his face and leaning in to kiss his thin lips.

There was no unexpected takeover or subconscious response; she seemed to be kissing the wood, soft wood.

Sensing Shen Mochen's resistance, Yu Nanqing felt somewhat frustrated, but she quickly rallied, reached out and hugged his neck, kissing his face all over.

Aside from having her spit on him, he was unharmed. She, however, was panting heavily, resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers lightly pinching his reddened earlobe. "Shen Mochen, I'm sorry, I didn't want to choose him. I couldn't help it, I..."

Shen Mochen didn't give her a chance to finish speaking. He reached out and pushed her off his lap. As he stood up, he glanced at her indifferently. "I didn't want to choose him, but I chose him in the end. I had no choice, so I'm willing to die."

He paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, leaned down and lifted her chin, "My dear, are you trying to say you have no choice? Since there's no way out, since you have no choice, then we'd better not get involved."

"Goodness, this makes me think you've found a new way to torment me."

Yu Nanqing stared blankly at him, being pushed and shoved around by him, feeling as if her heart, which had not yet been repaired, had been torn open even wider.

Despite this, she grabbed his sleeve the moment he let go, trying to stop him from leaving. "Shen Mochen, don't go."

She no longer has the system, so it's impossible for her to ask the system to help her find someone when there's no other way.

If Shen Mochen leaves, she might never find him again in her entire life.

Shen Mochen stared at her, his eyes dark and lifeless, his tone contemptuous and arrogant, "Goodness, what kind of trick is this now?"

Yu Nanqing's eyes were red as she clung to him tightly, leaning her head forward to meet his eyes. "It's not a trick. I don't want you to leave."

Shen Mochen stared at her intently, a dark undercurrent surging in his eyes. His pretense suddenly crumbled, and just as he was about to break down, he hurriedly stood up, pushed her hand away, and strode outside.

Yu Nanqing was anxious and got up as well. Just as Shen Mochen stepped out of the door, she tripped over the chair and fell to the ground.

A loud crash came from the room. Yu Nanqing fell and was in excruciating pain. Tears streaming down her face, she tried to get up and chase after the person.

Panic and fear welled up inside her. She called Shen Mochen's name repeatedly in a hoarse voice. Just as her heart sank to the bottom and tears were about to burst forth, a pair of leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her.

Shen Mochen returned.

Realizing this, Yu Nanqing felt even more aggrieved. She grabbed Shen Mochen's hand and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "You're not allowed to leave."

Shen Mochen put her back on the sofa, not pulling away from her hand that was holding his. He simply rolled up her trouser leg, glanced at the scrapes on her knee, and pressed his fingertips along her calf.

Hearing her muffled groan, I felt a little relieved.

It seems it hasn't stopped.

"Where is the first-aid kit?" Shen Mochen asked without looking up, his tone revealing no concern whatsoever.

“It’s in that cabinet over there.” Yu Nanqing pointed to the cabinet next to the TV, staring at him expectantly, still holding his hand tightly, afraid that if she relaxed her grip, he would leave again.

"Let go, I'll get the first-aid kit." Shen Mochen stood up, covered her fingers with his hand, and tried to pry them open, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he spoke directly.