Yuqiongyin

After opening his eyes in the morning, Rong Yunqi subconsciously reached for his phone from the bedside to check the time. The bright screen dazzled him, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes to adapt to the sudden bright light.

Nine o'clock in the morning is obviously a bit late for someone who is used to getting up early.

Looking out through the gauze in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky outside the window was gray, as if it was still immersed in the night. The dim atmosphere gave Rong Yunqi an illusion, as if it was still the early morning when he woke up.

Perhaps it was the sudden relaxation after training. After coming back from the hot spring, Rong Yunluo fell asleep in a daze after lying on the bed.

When he woke up, he found no sign of Ye Chenning on the bed. He went downstairs to look for Ye Chenning. When he passed the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, he saw Ye Chenning and Coach Wangyue sitting in front of the window.

It was dark around, with only a night light on the side emitting a faint glow.

Ye Chenning sat there quietly, as if she had merged into the darkness. The dim light from above fell softly on her face, as if coating her clear face with a layer of light glaze, mysteriously beautiful and sharp.

Her long hair fell down wetly, as if she had just taken a shower and had not had time to blow dry it. The ends of her hair were slightly curled up, adding a touch of laziness and casualness.

There were two or three cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray in front of Wangyue, and Ye Chenning held a cigarette between his fingertips but did not light it.

Rong Yunqiu didn't say anything, just stood there and watched for a while. Most of the time, Coach Wangyue was talking about the past, and Ye Chenning occasionally responded with a few words in a light tone.

This kind of Ye Chenning did not feel unfamiliar to Rong Yunqi. He realized that it was Ye Chenning when he was ill - Ye Chenning who looked messy.

"Coach, I'm sorry."

Coach Wangyue felt a little sorry when she saw Ye Chenning like this. She looked at her student, whom she was once so proud of, with tired eyes and pursed her thin lips. She didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Coach Mochizuki said, "Lu Yi, I never thought you were wrong from the beginning to the end."

This sentence made Ye Chenning slightly startled. She raised her head, and a hint of doubt and confusion flashed in her eyes.

"I know you've been working hard and sticking to your beliefs, but sometimes things are beyond our control. Although I didn't expect the sports amnesia this time, I also know that you have tried your best for the Russian competition. Moreover, you are still so young and you will have the opportunity to prove yourself."

Hearing this, Ye Chenning curled up a faint smile, looked at Coach Wangyue gratefully, and nodded.

Coach Wangyue put out the cigarette in his hand, patted Ye Chenning on the shoulder, and encouraged: "Don't give up, believe in your choice. If you don't like it, then no one can force you. Do you understand? This passion and persistence are also the main factors for your original success. You have never lost it."

"Hmm..." Ye Chenning only felt a soreness and choking in his throat. He lowered his eyes to look at the unlit cigarette at his fingertips, and tears fell uncontrollably.

In fact, she herself didn't know why she suddenly burst into tears.

She was about to raise her hand to wipe it, but Coach Mochizuki had already taken out a tissue and handed it to her.

After wiping away the tears, Ye Chenning raised her eyes and met Coach Wangyue's gaze, "I still couldn't hide it from you, Coach."

Coach Mochizuki pinched her brows. It was the first time she felt heavy-hearted after such a long time of retirement. She tried to speak as gently as possible.

"I have treated you like my own child for so many years. I am not so blind that I can't see that your emotions are so wrong. In front of me, you can express your emotions if you want to. You don't have to hide yourself deliberately."

It must be said that these words moved Ye Chenning so much that his throat became even more blocked.

Her parents divorced when she was young. Her mother had a strong control over her, making her feel suffocated. Her father lived with another woman and had a child, but he would still send her greetings occasionally.

Such an environment made Ye Chenning feel lonely, helpless and insecure.

And now, the words of Coach Mochizuki made her think of the time she spent at Aoyama College, which was also the time when she was most relaxed and happy.

"Thank you, Coach Wangyue." Ye Chenning took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

Rong Yunqiu stood still and looked for a while, then turned around and went back to his room.

“Rumble——!!!”

A burst of thunder brought Rong Yunqi back to his scattered thoughts. He looked out the window and saw that the sky outside was covered with dark clouds. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire city.

The heavy rain poured down from the sky like a waterfall, forming a thick curtain of water.

The originally quiet room suddenly became noisy. Rong Yunqi looked down and saw Ye Chenning, who was rarely sleeping soundly, frowning, as if she was somewhat dissatisfied with the noise that disturbed her sleep.

Her eyes were slightly opened, and her look was confused and sleepy.

"Still sleeping a little longer?"

Rong Yunqi tidied up the messy hair on her face and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Hmm..." Ye Chenning slowly moved his body, as if trying to find a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

The temperature in the room was a little low, and she subconsciously moved closer to Rong Yunluo, put her head on Rong Yunluo's cheek, and rubbed it gently a few times.

Subconsciously, she felt that he was her own exclusive safe haven in rainy weather, so the sense of security brought by being wrapped in love made her particularly addicted. This feeling was very strange, but Ye Chenning did not refuse. On the contrary, she enjoyed this comfort and peace of mind.

Ye Chenning buried her head in the crook of his neck, finding the most comfortable position. She closed her eyes and her breathing gradually calmed down.

The hot air from his breath made Rong Yunqiu shrink slightly, but in the end he relaxed as he felt the fragrance of the shower gel on his lover's body. He patted Ye Chenning's back gently.

"Go to sleep."

After Ye Chenning fell asleep, Rong Yunjie's eyes fell on the pile of bottles and jars of medicine on the bedside table. He knew without looking that they were all drugs for treating mental illness.

During this period, Ye Chenning took medicine on time every day under her supervision. She also took medicine on time last night when she fell asleep.

"Sorry…"

Rong Yunqiu's gaze returned to Ye Chenning, with a look of heartache and guilt in his eyes. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, and whispered, "Zhizhi, it's not you who's wrong, it's me. If I had discovered that you were sick earlier, if I had come back to find you earlier, you wouldn't have to endure so much alone."

He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, his fingers gently sliding over her facial features, feeling her warmth and softness, his heart overwhelmed by endless pain and self-blame.

"I will stay by your side, take care of you and protect you, so that you will never be hurt again."

He held her hand tightly, his eyes firm and gentle. He whispered, as if he was making a vow to her.

Then he closed his eyes and gently held her in his arms, feeling her presence, her breathing and heartbeat, and enjoying the tranquility of the moment.