Chapter 394: What Are You Doing Here?

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Yunyi

His voice was calm and there was a gentleness in his eyes that only existed when he looked at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao did not move. This was the first time that she forgot about Huo Yunque and simply focused on looking at Song Wenchuan.

“What’s wrong? You don’t recognize me?”

Song Wenchuan chuckled. He turned his head and asked Huo Yunque, “Mr. Huo can I borrow your office? Don’t worry, I won’t touch anything. If not…then I will have to take her outside.”

This was when Song Yaoyao snapped out of her daze. She was slightly confused.

She blinked and looked at Huo Yunque.

Huo Yunque was decisive. He stood up, put down his chess piece, and walked over to Song Yaoyao.

He wiped her tears and asked helplessly, “Why are you crying again? So sensitive.” He patted her head like a senior and instructed, “Calm down.”

Song Yaoyao was unsettled as she looked carefully at Song Wenchuan. It was the first time that she felt so confused and helpless.

She wanted to get close to Song Wenchuan, but she was scared.

However, Song Wenchuan focused his gaze on her as though they hadn’t seen each other in several lifetimes. The doting look in his eyes tempted her to pounce into his arms and cry.

Huo Yunque laughed as she tugged on his sleeve.

His lips curved. “Be good. I’ll wait for you outside.”

He grabbed on to the girl’s tightly gripped hand and pulled it away as he hurried out of the office.

It didn’t take long before the door was closed shut.

The office fell silent; only Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan remained.

Displeasure flashed across Song Wenchuan’s eyes. He sighed and stretched out his arms toward Song Yaoyao.

His voice was natural and affectionate.

Unlike the cold tone that he used in the hospital.

“Why do you still like crying so much? Come, let me hug you…”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes stung and her heart panicked. “Waaa,” she started crying as she rushed into Song Wenchuan’s arms and hugged his waist tightly. “What are you doing here?” she asked in a choked-up voice.

The famliar aura and gaze.

Even the way that he tapped out his favorite beat when he was bored was really familiar.

Apart from her real brother, no one else did this!

Song Yaoyao cried so hard that she could barely catch her breath. Meanwhile, the man grinned and leaned against his chair. His skinny hands, which were covered in needle marks, brushed through her soft hair.

Just like he used to.

“Oh, you cry so much. How could I not worry about you?” Song Wenchuan teased with a smile. “That’s why I was awoken from my sleep and called here.”

“You…”

Song Yaoyao held back her tears. “Really? You’re just sleeping?”

“What else would I be doing?” Song Wenchuan raised his eyebrows. “Silly girl, what are you thinking? If I die, what would happen to mom and dad? What about you? What is this place? A place in your dreams? Or…”

“I’m not sure.”

Song Yaoyao wiped her tears. As the water droplets fell on the red mark on her wrist, it looked particularly bright.

She pouted her lips. “I woke up here. You might not believe me, but I might be living inside a book…”

Song Yaoyao cried so hard that Song Wenchuan’s heart began to ache.

He patted Song Yaoyao on the head and sighed happily. “The nun didn’t lie to me. Our precious Yaoyao is really still alive…”

“Nun? Nun Mingxin?”

Song Wenchuan smiled without saying another word. His eyes closed slightly in a lazy manner, but he persisted.

His hand also slowed down as it brushed through her hair. Of course, he did not tell Song Yaoyao that for this slightest possibility, their home had been transformed into a big shrine.

“Brother?”

His hand slid off and dropped onto her shoulder.