Should she go have a look?
Di Mingjue came back to his senses and shouted at her retreating back, "It's raining outside, don't go!"
His voice echoed in the room, but Ye Ziyu had already vanished on the second floor.
Listening to the pouring rain outside, Di Mingjue followed her, worried.
Ye Ziyu arrived at the living room. She searched by the door for a long time but couldn't find an umbrella. She watched the raindrops splash into puddles on the ground, the spray resembling fireworks.
Remembering that Xingxing was still in the backyard, Ye Ziyu hugged the blanket to her chest and, lowering her head, rushed out into the rain.
"She's not his own child, yet she cares more than her own?" Di Mingjue sighed helplessly and picked up an umbrella from beside the stairs.
Ye Ziyu arrived at the backyard. Through the misty vision, she saw Xingxing standing in the rain, practicing his spear. She quickly opened the blanket and walked behind him.
Reacting instinctively, Xingxing almost hurt Ye Ziyu.
"Xingxing," Ye Ziyu said, holding the stick he turned towards her and letting out a sigh of relief.
The stick was less than five centimeters from her. If he had pushed it any further, he would have injured her.
Ye Ziyu released her grip, stepped forward, and draped the blanket over his shoulders. "It's so late, and it's raining, why are you still practicing?"
Faced with Ye Ziyu's concern, Xingxing dropped his cold demeanor. "It's a habit."
"A habit?" Ye Ziyu repeated, astonished. "How old are you, to have a habit like this?"
If she remembered correctly, he had only recently returned from the hospital. Practicing in the rain like this would surely lead to him falling ill and being hospitalized again.
Ye Ziyu took the stick from his hand, bent down, and half-knelt before him, tightening the blanket around his shoulders. "I'll take you back to wash up properly. Don't come out to practice if it's raining again. It's so uncomfortable to be sick."
Xingxing greedily enjoyed Ye Ziyu's embrace, inhaling the scent of her.
Was this the scent of a mother?
During this time, he had been secretly watching Ye Ziyu hold Qianqian and Zeyu. Many times, he had unashamedly fantasized in his dreams about being held by Ye Ziyu. He never expected that the scene from his dreams would become reality.
Ye Ziyu glanced at Xingxing and said gently, "Hold on tight to me."
Xingxing's hesitant hands, spurred by Ye Ziyu's words, moved to her neck.
Their skin touched as they embraced, and a terrifying thought entered Xingxing's mind.
If they divorced, she wouldn't be his enemy anymore!
Xingxing looked at Ye Ziyu. Just as she was about to speak, he saw Di Mingjue approaching slowly. The moment he saw him, all his good feelings vanished, replaced by disgust.
He wasn't afraid of Di Mingjue noticing. He openly displayed his impatience.
"Not even using an umbrella!" Di Mingjue stopped in front of Ye Ziyu, placing the entire umbrella on her side. He looked down at Xingxing and handed the umbrella to Ye Ziyu. "I'll carry him, you hold the umbrella."
Ye Ziyu looked ahead and refused, "No need, we're almost there."
A fleeting joy crossed Xingxing's face.
Di Mingjue caught it. He looked again, uncertain. Xingxing, facing him, threw him a provocative glance.
That's right, he hated him!
Di Mingjue watched his behavior, utterly perplexed as to why Xingxing was so displeased with him. He racked his brain but couldn't recall doing anything to upset him.
They returned to the living room. Ye Ziyu took the blanket off him and carefully wiped the rain from his hair. "After you go back to your room, take a hot bath, change into clean clothes, and get some sleep. Don't catch a cold and get sick."
Under the lamplight, Xingxing could no longer enjoy Ye Ziyu's care. He reverted to his former coldness and retreated from Ye Ziyu's touch.
Her hand hung in mid-air, and Ye Ziyu looked at Xingxing's retreat with confusion.