Lin An's Brother Card Wins Her Over, Tang Wuling Cries, "Let's Be Husband and Wife in the Next Life"

"Wuling."

Lin An spoke, keeping his voice very soft.

Like he was soothing a cat that might bristle at any moment.

Tang Wuling's eyelashes trembled.

Like an elementary schooler being called on, her whole body tensed.

Beneath the blanket, her fingers quietly clenched the bedsheet.

"There are some things I want to make clear to you."

Tang Wuling raised her head.

His reflection was mirrored in those large aqua-blue eyes.

Lin An did not speak immediately.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The sun was setting.

Orange-red light filtered through the slats of the blinds.

This was the perfect time.

The light was gentle enough, melancholy enough, suited enough for saying something final.

His voice was slow and soft.

It carried a deliberate, carefully polished sense of nostalgia.

"Actually, when I first met you, my heart really did stir."

Tang Wuling's pupils abruptly widened.

The number on the heart monitor suddenly jumped.

"Back then, you were still called Tang Wulin. A foolish country boy."

"Your clothes were washed pale, your hair was a mess, and you wolfed down food. You looked at me with vacant eyes, and your face would turn red."

The corner of Lin An's lips curved ever so slightly.

That was not a smile.

It was the bitterness that unconsciously surfaced when recalling a moment that could never be returned to.

"I thought then that you were really interesting."

He turned back, his gaze falling on Tang Wuling's face again.

That gaze was clear and candid.

Without the slightest impurity.

"But I told myself that we were impossible. I couldn't give in to the desires in my heart."

Tang Wuling's lips began to tremble faintly.

Her teeth bit into her lower lip until it turned white.

"So I suppressed that stirring in my heart."