Chapter 790: 793 Youthful Years: The Summer That the Wind Blew Through (7)_1
Che Huan spoke the truth, "It’s quite funny."
Huo Jinnan stood there in his hospital gown, elegant as an orchid, "Feel better now?"
Che Huan looked towards Huo Jinnan—what a clever person! And his cleverness was somehow not annoying!
"Feel better."
"That’s good."
Huo Jinnan whispered, reached into his wallet, and took out a one hundred yuan bill, handing it to Che Huan, "Go buy me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter."
Che Huan, "What about you? Leaving a disabled person here alone isn’t very ethical, is it?"
Upon hearing the words ’disabled person’, Huo Jinnan grasped the parallel bars and leaned against them, "I’ll wait for you here."
Che Huan playfully protested, "No running away money, no go."
Huo Jinnan’s voice came out slowly, "Buy something you like for yourself."
Che Huan said "Oh," took the money, and ran off swiftly.
Huo Jinnan hooked the corner of his lips, an interesting girl indeed. If only she were older—she’s too young.
Che Huan went to the convenience store at the hospital but realized he hadn’t specified which cigarettes to buy. Considering his generous spending, they must be the pricier ones, right?
She bought a pack of Furong Wang cigarettes for fifty yuan, added a lighter, and while at it, spotted ice cream, "I’ll take two Cornettos as well."
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Huo Jinnan leaned on the parallel bars, one hand in his pocket, quietly listening to the sound of the wind.
Che Huan saw him from afar, standing there, unable to help but take a few extra glances—it was such a beautiful sight. An ordinary playground turned into a landscape simply because he was standing there.
She walked very lightly, step by step, moving closer to Huo Jinnan from behind.
Huo Jinnan, sensing her, spoke in a low voice, "Back?"
Che Huan pouted unhappily, "You have dog ears or what?"
Huo Jinnan teased, "You’re too heavy, your footsteps are too loud; you can’t hide even if you want to."
Che Huan glared at Huo Jinnan, "Fu Chengyang, I’m not giving you the cigarettes now."
No sooner had she spoken than her arm was grasped.
Huo Jinnan felt two cold items from her hand, "Ice cream?"
Che Huan smiled, "Yes, smoking isn’t good for your health, got you two ice creams instead."
Huo Jinnan grabbed her other arm as she attempted to leave stealthily, taking the cigarette pack and lighter from her, opening it, and pulling out a cigarette to light and smoke, "Both are yours now."
Che Huan was elated, "Really?"
Huo Jinnan uttered softly, "I don’t like sweets."
Che Huan watched him smoke; she never thought someone could look so good while smoking!
She hopped onto the nearby horizontal bar, sitting on it, licking her ice cream, and looking in Huo Jinnan’s direction, "What do you do for a living?"
Huo Jinnan turned his head, looking towards Che Huan, "A criminal, you believe that?"
Che Huan swung her legs, lazily basking in the sun, and feigned a response, "I don’t believe it. I read in a book once that criminals have a certain look, and you don’t match any of them."
Huo Jinnan asked while smoking, "Oh? Like what?"
Che Huan laughed, her voice crisp, "Anyway, you don’t look like one."
Huo Jinnan blew a smoke ring, "Are you indirectly saying I look good?"
Che Huan emphasized her words, "Vain!"
As she spoke, she didn’t understand why, but her heart was beating a little faster, and her face felt a bit red.
Was it the sun that was too hot? The ice cream too sweet?
After finishing one, she glanced at the second, "If you don’t eat it, can I really eat it?"
"Eat yours."
After Huo Jinnan finished smoking, he lit another, recalling the situation that day. Someone clearly wanted to take care of him for good, and without even having to think, he knew who it was.
If he went back, Zhan Hui would no longer have a chance.
