In a lonely world

  Su Ye was startled by Ding Si Cheng's sudden change in demeanor, as he had always been warm and gentle in her impression. As an expert in psychological research, he possessed strong self-regulation abilities, which she admired and couldn't help but feel inferior to.

  The situation happened so suddenly that she even forgot to resist, looking at him with a stunned expression, only feeling that the arm holding her wrist was tense with muscles. But the distance between the two people was too close, close enough for her to easily feel his body temperature, which was somewhat scorching; close enough for their breathing to intertwine, somewhat entwined.

  Her heart began to beat irregularly again, pounding directly on her eardrum, the sound disturbing her and making her ears feel hot and dry. Ding Sicong lowered his head, looking at the shocked expression in her eyes before realizing his actions, suddenly letting go of his hand, his face slightly awkward.

  "I just think you shouldn't get too close to strangers."

  She lowered her eyelashes, silently cursing the sudden palpitation of her heart. After taking a deep breath, she suppressed her flustered emotions and put on her usual expression. "Mentor, I'm not a kid anymore. Besides, he's my client."

  Ding Sicong looked at her, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

  Su Ye didn't give herself another chance to indulge, and burst out laughing. "Don't worry, can He Yanbo still sell me? But looking at your worried expression, I actually feel quite reassured." He was her mentor, from the time she was studying to when she started working, his tension and concern were all just natural teacher-student affection. As for anything else, Su Ye, don't even think about it.

  She repeatedly reminded herself in her heart, so she could seemingly face the tall figure in front of her with composure.

  Ding Sicong seemed to realize that his behavior was a bit too much, and he collected the seriousness at the bottom of his eyes, his tone slightly more natural. "What do you mean?"

  "She's actually quite childish, she needs a meticulous husband like you to take care of her, so with you by her side, I'm very reassured." This time she smiled sincerely.

  She still remembered the year when Lin Youyou first saw Ding Sicong and was flustered, also the time she shyly asked about Ding Sicong's personal situation. It was also that day when Ding Sicong met Lin Youyou, the good friend she had always mentioned. Perhaps it was destined from that moment on that their fates would be tied together. That was Lin Youyou's first trip abroad to visit her, and Ding Sicong took on the responsibility of being both tour guide and driver. The three of them had a great time, but from that moment on, Su Ye clearly knew that this road was never meant for three people to walk together.

  At that time, she frequently used the name of research topics to create opportunities for Lin You and Ding Si to be alone. She watched them walk out of her world hand in hand, watching their intimate smiles and hugs, the picture was so beautiful, it was suffocating.

  Su Ye was lonely, in her world, only a few people could fit in, among them were Lin Youyou and Ding Sicong. Now that the two of them are holding hands, although she would be even lonelier, she sincerely congratulated the two of them.

  Ding Sicong waited for half a day and finally heard Su Ye say these words. He was slightly stunned, then smiled helplessly and didn't say anything else.

  "Alright, alright, I'm really hungry, let's go..." She was afraid of this space with just the two of them, so she shouted towards the living room.

  "Ah." A distant response from Lin Yao could be heard.

  "Dinner's ready, come to the kitchen and help out, lazybones!" Su Ye laughed and shouted, then looked at Ding Si Cheng, "You're not off the hook either, help set the dishes."

  Ding Sicong looked at her deeply and his smile was a bit dry, then he walked silently to the cupboard to get a plate.

  Su Ye looked at his back, the neon lights outside the window refracted in, falling on his shoulders, looking both near and far, true and false. At this moment, her heart seemed to be lightly scratched by a sharp blade, no blood flowed but started to ache slightly.