Yin Zhao-an, who believed she had been ruthlessly abandoned, was crying in her seat with grievance. She was not one to cry easily, but she felt truly aggrieved this time.

A large part of this was due to her own feelings of inferiority. Romantic relationships between men and women were the norm in this world, and same-sex relationships were seen as abnormal. The pressure from family, friends, and society only added to this.

Yin Zhao-an had thought about these issues during her time in the hospital. However, the goal of wanting to be with Tang Yu had seemingly been engraved in her mind, and she could confidently say that she'd be willing to overcome any hurdles to stand by Tang Yu's side and become a part of her future.

Even so, Yin Zhao-an still felt uneasy. She worried the race might end before she reached the finish line and that, upon her arrival, someone else had already claimed the prize.

But…how would she know the outcome if she never tried it? Why was she being so self-deprecating? Even if someone else did take her desired prize, she could simply knock out the person who took it and take it back. After all, what she loved was not an object but a living person. After thinking it through, Yin Zhao-an stopped worrying. Instead, she turned her sadness into hunger to recuperate quickly. Only if she had a healthy body could she fight for what she wanted.

Hence, when Tang Yu returned to the living room, the first thing she saw was a certain someone gorging herself with food while wearing a tearful but zealous expression.

Tang Yu sighed.

Yin Zhao-an stiffened for a moment when she saw Tang Yu entering the house. Then, she neatly set aside her bowl, her cheeks still bulging and making her look like a squirrel that had just stolen some food.

After swallowing the food in her mouth with difficulty, Yin Zhao-an aggrievedly looked at Tang Yu with tearful eyes.

Tang Yu lowered her head and lightly coughed to hide her awkwardness. Then, she pulled out a chair, sat opposite Yin Zhao-an, and quietly savored the warm soup she had left behind just now.

Completely ignored, Yin Zhao-an dejectedly poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, her nose starting to sour.

Tang Yu quickly took care of her dinner and got up. Before leaving, she said, "Hurry up and eat. Someone else is waiting to do the dishes." Then, she went upstairs without another word. Although still feeling very dejected, Yin Zhao-an silently encouraged herself,

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Yin Zhao-an ultimately returned upstairs with the help of the nanny. When she tentatively opened the door, she saw that the room was dimly lit, and the only source of light in the room was a warm yellow night light standing on the bedside table. She also noticed the quilt on the bed bulging.

Yin Zhao-an carefully moved to the edge of the bed and bent over to look at the sleeping person.

Even before Tang Yu moved in, Yin Zhao-an could already handle daily life on her own. Contrary to how she behaved in front of Tang Yu, she didn't always need other people's help. Even using the bathroom wasn't a problem since there was a non-slip mat installed. The only task she still had trouble doing without help was going up and down the stairs.After taking a shower, Yin Zhao-an slid into the bed and carefully pulled the corner of the quilt. She also made sure to keep her distance from the sleeping girl next to her for fear of waking her up.

Unfortunately, Yin Zhao-an had trouble sleeping today, her eyes becoming a little dry as she stared at the dimly lit ceiling. Suddenly, Yin Zhao-an felt the person beside her move. As if looking for warmth, the person pressed her body against her, the person's arm subconsciously entangling her neck. This development frightened Yin Zhao-an so much that she stiffened and didn't dare to move.

After some more movement, the person next to Yin Zhao-an seemed to have found a satisfying posture and fell asleep again while clinging to Yin Zhao-an.

At this time, Yin Zhao-an didn't even need to use a mirror to know that she was blushing all the way to her neck.

Yin Zhao-an already had trouble sleeping originally. After this happy little incident, it became even more impossible for her to fall asleep. So, instead of trying a futile action, Yin Zhao-an held her breath and cautiously turned to look at the person sleeping against her.

Tang Yu's eyelashes were long and dense, and her lips were thin and pink. Her face had no obvious edges, giving it a soft look.

Yin Zhao-an closed her eyes and started to recall the interactions she shared with Tang Yu over the years. She started from the first day they met to their daily companionship later on.

For Yin Zhao-an, Tang Yu was a taboo she dared not touch. She longed for intimacy with Tang Yu, but she worried her enthusiasm might burn Tang Yu. She neither wanted to hurt Tang Yu nor did she want to see Tang Yu hurt.

Yin Zhao-an reached out and gently touched Tang Yu's cheek.

Soft. It was very soft.

Tang Yu dazedly opened her eyes and looked at Yin Zhao-an for a moment. Then, after letting out a dissatisfied hum, she tilted her face a little more.

Yin Zhao-an was instantly put on the brink of tears, a voice in her heart shouting for her to claim the person in front of her right away. At the same time, a cracking pain enveloped her heart.

An emotion called loss swept across Yin Zhao-an's mind. When Tang Yu felt a scalding teardrop strike her face, she couldn't help but open her eyes and look at Yin Zhao-an in perplexity.

Meanwhile, Yin Zhao-an leaned her head on Tang Yu's neck and embraced Tang Yu tightly. She wanted to say something, but her struggle to breathe and her trembling throat prevented her from doing so.

Tang Yu saw a flash of sadness appearing in Yin Zhao-an's eyes, the sight causing her to frown in confusion. Although she had no idea what had gotten into Yin Zhao-an, she quietly reached out to hug her back.