I Worry About You

Ding Yebai's eyes turned cold, and he said to Fu Hui word by word, "Stay away from her."

Fu Hui was a little depressed and looked helplessly at Ding Yebai, "Who are you? I'm talking to the person I like, what's it to you?"

Ding Yebai was angered by his words and immediately stepped forward, grabbing his collar. "That's not love, it's bullshit! Loving someone means protecting her, cherishing her most vulnerable and sensitive side, not like you, digging into her wounds when she's weak, and even making her feel worse!!!"

With that, he shoved him back, turned around naturally, and stood in front of Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi's gaze hadn't left him since he arrived, she kept staring at him, feeling a sense of security.

Fu Hui stumbled back a few steps from the push. He wasn't an unreasonable person, and hearing Ding Yebai's words, he actually fell into thought.

Ding Yebai: "You clearly know how much Yang Zhi cares about her mother, yet you said that. Hurting a woman's weak spot like that, are you even a man?!"

With that, he stretched his arm back, conveniently grasped Yang Zhi's wrist, and pulled her towards his home.

As for Fu Hui, he stood there stunned, deeply reflecting on himself. In the end, he was just relying on his inner rationality to balance things.

He reflected while also feeling confused.

What was the relationship between that boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen and Yang Zhi...

Meanwhile

Ding Yebai and Yang Zhi walked side by side along the street. He had already let go of Yang Zhi's arm and was now feeling a slight nervousness.

Yang Zhi thought for a moment and then asked, "Speaking of which, did you really come out because you were hungry?"

Ding Yebai: "Of course not. Look at the time yourself?"

Yang Zhi glanced at her watch, and a flicker of panic flashed in her calm eyes, "Sorry, I didn't notice the time, it's already been half an hour."

Ding Yebai glanced at her from the corner of his eye, looking straight ahead, and said calmly, "It's fine. I was worried something might have happened to you on the way. So I came out to check."

"Worried... about me?" Yang Zhi slowly turned her head, looking at Ding Yebai blankly.

Ding Yebai caught her gaze from the corner of his eye and immediately straightened up, saying earnestly, "Yes, worried. After all, you're a girl, no matter what."

Yang Zhi felt a little embarrassed and scratched her cheek with her finger, softly saying, "The way you put it, do I not seem like a girl?"

"No." Ding Yebai immediately retorted.

His tone was still cold, but in reality, he desperately wanted to gently tell Yang Zhi, "You are truly the most gentle woman I have ever met. Your voice, your personality, and your appearance all embody the soft and beautiful characteristics of a woman from a water town, just as I imagined."

With that, the two continued to walk forward in silence.

About five minutes later

"Um," Ding Yebai said, hands in his pockets, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, "Sister Yang Zhi... when do you miss your Mom the most?"

Yang Zhi was taken aback, "Hmm?"

Ding Yebai: "Um... I just suddenly wanted to ask. After all, your Mom is very important to you, isn't she?" He paused and pointed at the bright, round moon, "Whenever I see the full moon, I really miss my Dad. My Dad is often away from home, and I miss him quite a bit."

The moon is a vessel for longing.

Yang Zhi followed his gaze, her pupils softening unintentionally. After a long while, she let out a deep sigh and said, "Every moment."

Ding Yebai: "What?"

Yang Zhi: "There's no 'most.' I think about my Mom every single moment."

Indeed, in Ding Yebai's eyes, when Yang Zhi said this, her tone was filled with a sorrow that reached the depths of her being, as if tears were about to well up.

He was actually afraid of girls crying, finding it troublesome. But at this moment, he only felt a pang of heartache. He started to worry if Yang Zhi would cry and felt pity for her words.

He thought she was so pitiful.

These feelings grew stronger and stronger, compelling him to reach out to Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi looked down, somewhat bewildered.

Then, Ding Yebai snapped his fingers, and a red rose "whooshed" out, appearing smoothly in his hand.

A rather interesting magic trick.

At that moment, Yang Zhi's eyes seemed to sparkle.

Ding Yebai handed her the rose, "Don't cry."

Yang Zhi took the rose and smiled exceptionally gently, "I'm not crying. No wonder Grandma and Qiqi like the magic you do."

Ding Yebai raised an eyebrow, looking at her with confusion.

"Because magic can be surprising, but looking at you brings joy."

She smiled charmingly, a beauty that was breathtaking.

Ding Yebai's heart trembled with excitement. Looking at such a beautiful person, how could he not be moved?

After a moment, he pulled down his baseball cap, forcefully suppressing his nervous and shy expression.

Walking forward, he said, "Thank you... I'll take that as a compliment. Okay, let's hurry, we don't have much time left."

Yang Zhi, holding the roses, jogged to catch up. "Don't just dismiss it, I'm genuinely complimenting you. Also, thank you for getting me out of that situation."

Ding Yebai: "No problem."

Yang Zhi: "..."

She was quiet by nature and didn't say much more. It was only at a certain moment that she suddenly remembered something Sister Lin had said before.

[Believe that there will always be someone willing to stand up for you.]

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