kingnovel Chapter 1439 Lin Shenjian Yu: Tacit Understanding and Slight Intoxication
Chapter 1439 Lin Shenjian Yu: Tacit Understanding and Slight Intoxication
Wang Yuran pushed open the door, and the lights in the hotel room suddenly turned on, but the warm white light could not dispel the surging warmth in her heart.
She closed the door behind her, her back slamming heavily against it, her chest still heaving from the earlier throbbing.
My fingertips were icy cold, yet I still had the illusion of touching his shirt. His deep voice seemed to echo in my ears, mingling with the scent of the evening breeze and streetlights, swirling repeatedly in my mind.
She didn't turn on the light, letting herself sink into the shadows by the doorway.
Closing her eyes, images of strolling the streets with Lin Junze flooded back uncontrollably: the gentle look in his eyes when he turned his head to look at her, the electric current when their shoulders accidentally touched, the relieved smile when they talked about the past, and the close proximity at the hotel entrance, the burning impulse in his eyes and his eventual restraint...
Every detail was so clear, as if it had just happened, causing her heart to race uncontrollably time and time again.
Once the floodgates of memory are opened, fragments of the past can no longer be contained, surging in through the cracks of time. She raised her hand to cover her face, her fingertips clearly feeling the burning heat on her cheeks.
Those deliberately forgotten scenes became incredibly clear at this moment, so clear that her nose tingled and tears streamed down her face without warning, dripping through her fingers onto her clothes and leaving a small, dark stain. She slowly squatted down, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly from suppressed sobs.
It turns out that all these years, she had never let go. Those feelings that she thought had faded with time were always hidden in the deepest part of her heart, waiting for a chance to reunite to erupt.
She recalled the quiet times in the coffee shop, when the two of them would chat across a round table, having countless opportunities to break the ice, yet tacitly choosing to avoid it each time.
She could tell he wanted to stay a little longer, just like she did. When they left the café, she deliberately slowed her pace and even took a slightly longer route, just so she could walk with him a little longer and stay a little longer.
But when they arrived at the hotel entrance, that longing in their hearts was suppressed by politeness and restraint.
She was afraid that her initiative would seem abrupt, afraid that this belated relationship would be as fragile as a bubble, and even more afraid that she would repeat the mistakes of the past. So she could only politely say goodbye, turn around and walk into the hotel, without even the courage to look back.
But the moment she turned away, a wave of disappointment washed over her. She longed to tell him that she had been waiting all these years; she longed to tell him that she had never forgotten him; she longed to tell him how much she had hoped he would come any closer at the hotel entrance...
On the other side, Lin Junze walked back along the same route, his steps heavy.
The evening breeze was cooler than when he arrived, and though it brushed against his face, it did nothing to dispel the restlessness and regret in his heart. One hand was in his pocket, while the other unconsciously rubbed against his skin, his fingertips still lingering with the urge to touch her. The scene at the hotel entrance replayed repeatedly in his mind, each replay adding to his regret.
He recalled his restraint just now, and how he had backed down at the last moment, and couldn't help but want to berate himself for being cowardly.
He desperately wanted to kiss her, and the longing in his eyes was impossible to hide, but in the end, out of fear and concern, he chose to let go.
He knew she was also expecting; he could see it in her slightly tilted head, her flushed cheeks, and the glint in her eyes. But he still missed it, just like back then.
He walked along the streetlights, his shadow stretched long on the ground and cut into segments by the streetlights, much like their fragmented and missed time.
From their reunion in court to their casual chat in a café, and their stroll through the streets together, he could clearly sense a tacit longing between them—a longing to spend more time together, a longing to learn more about each other's lives over the years, a longing to make up for the time they had missed...
In the coffee shop, he deliberately slowed down the pace of drinking his coffee and tried to find various topics to chat with her about, just to keep her around a little longer.
After leaving the coffee shop, he didn't take a taxi but suggested walking her back to her hotel, wanting to walk a little longer with her and savor this long-lost warmth. But at the last moment, his deep-seated self-control prevailed over his impulse.
He looked up in the direction of the hotel where Wang Yuran was staying. The lights were on in the windows, but he didn't know which one was her room.
He stood there, hesitating for a long time, wanting to turn back to her and tell her his feelings, but his feet felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't move them.
He was afraid that his sudden appearance would scare her, that his confession would be rejected, and even more afraid that if he failed, he would lose even their current connection.
As night deepened, the glow of the streetlights formed warm circles on the ground, but they couldn't penetrate the entanglement and regret in the hearts of the two.
Wang Yuran huddled by the door in her hotel room, tears silently streaming down her face; Lin Junze stood in the cold wind on the street, his heart filled with regret and unease.
They were all reminiscing about the day, regretting their restraint, and tormented by the feelings they dared not express.
They both clearly have each other in their hearts and both yearn to get closer, but because of past regrets and their own cowardice, they are always separated by an invisible distance.
This agonizing torment of being torn between wanting to love yet daring not to, is like a net that traps them, leaving them to bear this deep-seated resentment alone in the dead of night...
A soft "thump" echoed clearly in the quiet room, as if breaking some invisible constraint. She casually grabbed a glass from the table, poured it to the brim, and the scarlet liquid swirled within, reflecting the neon lights outside the window with an alluring sheen.
Without any attempt to sober up or follow any proper drinking etiquette, she tilted her head back and gulped down a large mouthful. The spicy taste slid down her throat, accompanied by a slightly burning pain, yet strangely, it dissipated some of the irritability in her heart.
The room was dark, with only the faint glow of the wine in her glass. She leaned against the carpet by the French windows, her back to the cold glass, swirling the crimson liquid in her glass.
The wine left deep red streaks on the glass, much like memories that, though washed away by time, remain vivid. Lin Junze's face lingered in my mind.
His gentle gaze, restrained movements, hoarse voice, and the hotel entrance so close at hand—every detail became clearer and more intense under the influence of alcohol.
She drank glass after glass, the alcohol gradually taking effect, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes became hazy. Her usual rationality and restraint crumbled completely under the influence of alcohol, leaving only the most primal desires and longing.
She recalled the times they walked side by side, the quiet glances they shared in the café, the faint woody scent emanating from him. A surge of emotion welled up within her, threatening to overwhelm her. She didn't know how long she had been drinking; she only felt a burning heat throughout her body, even her breath carrying the scorching scent of alcohol...