They held each other tightly for a long time.
Chen Ziming finally felt he could no longer stand.
He lowered his head, his voice gentle and hoarse, "Let's go home first, okay?"
Su Yue also realized that people might pass by, so she quietly nodded in his arms and released her hands around his waist.
As she nodded, her forehead brushed against his shoulder, and Chen Ziming showed a hint of pain on his face.
But he didn't say anything, just gently kissed her forehead and led her away.
With him around, Su Yue finally dared to step through the door of this home again.
That warm feeling of home finally reappeared.
Chen Ziming took off his jacket, and Su Yue noticed his movements were a bit slow, as if his shoulder wasn't very comfortable.
Her heart instantly leaped, filled with fear and panic, and she asked, "Are you injured?"
The man paused, hung his jacket with his good arm, then rubbed her head, a smile on his face:
"A little, it's already healed."
A mere "a little."
Su Yue was instantly filled with immense fear.
"Can I see it?" Her voice trembled as her small hand reached out, but stopped near the suspected injured area.
She dared not touch.
Chen Ziming was silent for a moment, then smiled again and replied, "Do you want to see the wound, or do you want to see my body?"
He was clearly trying to ease the atmosphere in this way, avoiding Su Yue's examination.
Su Yue wasn't drawn into his diversion, and followed his lead, "I want to see both."
As she spoke, she looked up, her eyes still glistening with tears, full of worry.
Chen Ziming finally relented.
His expression turned serious, and he replied, "Alright."
He led Su Yue to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and with her help, took off his shirt.
He had several old scars that Su Yue had never asked about.
Especially now, compared to the bandages on his shoulder and waist, they seemed even less conspicuous.
"Want to rip them open and see?" Chen Ziming smiled helplessly at her tearful expression.
He took her hand and guided it towards the wound.
"No..." Su Yue immediately pulled away, holding back her tears, her voice trembling as she asked again,
"How did you get hurt?"
"I said, you can't cry," Chen Ziming truly feared her tears, coaxing her gently.
Then he picked up a casual shirt and handed it to her, signaling her to help him put it on.
Su Yue gave a muffled hum, took the shirt, and carefully and meticulously helped him put it on.
"Can you tell me now?" After he was dressed, she stood before him, her eyebrows lowered, asking with an innocent look.
Chen Ziming unconsciously reached out, put his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer.
He looked up, smiling, and said in a comforting tone, "The waist is a knife wound, and the shoulder is a bullet."
Hearing "knife wound," Su Yue felt it was alright.
But when she heard "bullet," she was shocked.
These dangerous things were too far removed from her, so distant they felt like they existed in a fantasy world.
And now, she understood.
That world was real, it simply existed beyond the prosperity she saw, fought against by people like Chen Ziming.
Su Yue couldn't help but cry.
Tears streamed from her eyes, flowed down her cheeks, and dripped onto the man's handsome face.
"Didn't you promise not to cry?" Chen Ziming sighed softly, reaching out to wipe them, but it only made more flow.
"Baby, don't cry. I'll take you to change the dressing tomorrow, okay? It's already healed."
He was helpless, pulling her onto his lap and comforting her.
Su Yue lowered her head, trying hard to stop crying, not wanting Chen Ziming to worry about her emotions any further.
Besides, she was already content that he had returned.
Finally stopping her tears, Su Yue looked up at him.
A calm smile played on the man's lips, as if he were using this method to soothe her heart.
Looking closely, his skin was a little rougher than before, and a bit duller.
His once naturally lustrous, sexy lips were a bit chapped, and there was unshaven stubble on his chin.
Even so, his eyes, filled with conviction, had never dimmed.
Su Yue stared at him intently for another two seconds. Despite the weariness, there was a fragile beauty about him.
The longing of the past few days finally found a place to rest.
She hesitated no longer, carefully avoiding his wounds, and kissed his lips.