Chapter 825: 825 He's Restless

Lin Gantang looked at Wen Yanqing, who was speaking calmly under the eaves, and said, “I heard his Dad didn’t know he existed at that time.”

Grandpa Wang sighed slightly, asking with concern, “Is Ah Qing doing well now?”

Lin Gantang smiled faintly, “Grandpa Wang doesn’t have to worry, he’s doing quite well now, and I will always be by his side to accompany him.”

Grandpa Wang felt reassured in his heart.

He looked towards the darkening sky, “It’s going to rain, thunderstorms are frequent in the summer, I still remember, Ah Qing was most afraid of thunder when he was little.”

Lin Gantang knew because Wen Yanqing had told her, she couldn’t help but ask Grandpa Wang, “Does Grandpa know why he was afraid?”

“Back then, his Mum was busy making a living and couldn’t look after him; he was left alone in the house. It was alright during the day, but at night it was pitch black, children are naturally more timid than adults, without anyone to soothe him, he would get scared.”

But little Yanqing was sensible and never mentioned it to his mother, afraid that it would worry and preoccupy her while she was working.

Grandpa Wang recalled, “Whenever I was at home, I would have him come to my room; he wasn’t afraid when he had someone by his side. Now that he’s grown up, he probably isn’t afraid anymore, right?”

Before long, raindrops began to pitter-patter down.

The surrounding houses were gradually enveloped in a mist.

Lin Gantang returned to the house and leaned by the window, gazing at the hazy rain scene outside.

Wen Yanqing gently wrapped his arms around her, “What are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about how truly beautiful it is here,” Lin Gantang rested her chin on her hands.

“After the rain, I’ll take you for a walk by the river,” Wen Yanqing said softly.

After the rain stopped, there was a cool, refreshing breeze by the river.

The air was fresh and moist, with low houses and green stone slabs nearby, wildflowers and grasses growing freely by the riverbank, brimming with natural romance and charm.

Many water chestnuts grew on the river’s edge, their green leaves lying flat on the water’s surface, tiny silvery fish swimming out from under the leaves, their tails creating shallow ripples.

In the distance, someone crossed the stone bridge followed by a yellow dog.

Wen Yanqing obtained an old-fashioned ice pop from somewhere, tearing open the packaging and offering it to her, “Want to try?”

Lin Gantang took it and bit into it, her eyes curving into crescent moons, “It’s sweet.”

Wen Yanqing smiled faintly, “It still tastes like it did in our childhood, I wanted you to try it too.”

Lin Gantang lifted the ice pop to feed him a bite.

The white walls and black tiles, the shadows of trees, imparted a leisurely atmosphere that settled the heart.

Every brick and tile, every blade of grass here, spoke of the intoxicating warmth of the small town.

Lin Gantang looked up at the man beside her.

He had grown up in such an earnest and peaceful environment.

The town was gentle, his mother was gentle, and he, too, had grown up to be a gentle person.

“I’m very happy,” Lin Gantang held his hand, “I’m very happy to have come here with you.”

Being here, she had gained a deeper understanding of his past, and had grown closer to his heart.

Night fell.

The small town was engulfed in silence.

The room in the house was simple, with a bed, a table, two chairs, and a basic wardrobe.

“The mattress is quite soft,” Lin Gantang tested the not-so-big bed.

Wen Yanqing chuckled, “It’s new, I couldn’t possibly ask you to sleep on a hard, plank bed, could I?”

The bedding and pillows had the same patterns as in the past, but they were brand new, clean, and carried the fresh scent of being washed.

He wanted Lin Gantang to stay with him for the night, not to make her suffer or feel aggrieved.

Wen Yanqing lay down next to her, and the space suddenly became cramped, their arms touching, a very intimate distance.

Lin Gantang felt curious about her surroundings.

Wen Yanqing turned over and covered her body with his.

Lin Gantang, suddenly restrained by him, looked up at him, blinking.

“The wedding dress you wore today, you looked very beautiful in it,” Wen Yanqing whispered into her ear.

It stirred him, wanting to tear it apart.

Wen Yanqing began to undo her clothing.

The night was dark, but not as deep as the love and affection within the room.