If The Moon Won’t Hold You

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Later, she only heard Yan Xingzhi follow-up by saying, “However, your studies are the most important these next two years.
You can check it out when you have time.”

“Ok!”

They had both grown up, but at this moment, she suddenly felt like he was not unfamiliar anymore.

No one had ever asked her what she really wanted to do, except him.

No one had ever taken to heart the things she wanted to do, except him.

He was still the one who would wait for her to go home together despite his cold face, he was still the one who would patiently teach her the questions no matter how many times she did it incorrectly; nothing had changed.

“Ningning, are you in the living room?” Suddenly, Wei Pinfang’s voice came from the room with the closed door.

Cen Ning was in a fright and rushed into her own room almost immediately.

Yan Xingzhi: “……”

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Cen Ning placed the photo album that was in her hand under the test papers on her desk.
Yan Xingzhi walked to the door of her room with a smile in her eyes, he lowered his voice and said, “Oh, I almost forgot, your mother dislikes this.”

“Ningning—” Wei Pinfang shouted again, and then Cen Ning heard the twisting of the doorknob of the room.

Her mother didn’t just dislike it, she hated it.

If she knew that her daughter had the same thoughts like her father, she would explode in place from anger.

Although these books had been gifted by Yan Xingzhi, Cen Ning had no doubt that Wei Pinfang would tear these books to pieces right after Yan Xingzhi left.

Cen Ning looked back vigilantly to pay attention to the movement outside, and when she looked, she realized that Yan Xingzhi was standing at the door of her room, still holding onto the two professional photography books.

The door was about to be opened, and Cen Ning’s heart jumped.
She didn’t know if it was because she was so shocked that she became muddled, but when she reacted, she had already pulled the unsuspecting Yan Xingzhi over without hesitation.
She pushed both the human and the books into the closet on the side, stuffing them inside.

“……”

“…………”

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Her heartbeat continued to accelerate.

When Cen Ning closed the closet door, Wei Pinfang happened to appear at the door of the room.
She glanced at her suspiciously, and said with dissatisfaction: “What are you doing, making all this noise on such a night?”

Cen Ning was already in shock by her own actions, and could only reply reflexively: “I, I didn’t do anything, I was going to get my clothes and take a shower.”

“Then you hurry up, or else you will be doing your homework until midnight again.”

“……Ok.”

Wei Pinfang went back into her room while muttering things under her breath.
After the door closed shut, Cen Ning looked stiffly at the closet that she had not closed properly.

She must be crazy.

Yan Xingzhi was also a little dazed at first, but when he finally reacted, there was already a young girl’s unique fragrance lingering around.

Outside, he could hear Cen Ning’s extremely nervous voice, inside, was his rare constrained breaths.
The closet door was not closed tightly, a faint light penetrated in, and in his peripheral vision, a piece of soft cloth rubbed against his cheek, it was a small white singlet.

“…………”

During one of his military missions that was extremely dangerous, he had also hid in a space between two panels for several hours without moving.
But compared to his ability to control himself at that time, it seemed like he was unable to calm down at this moment.

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This rendered him much more helpless than real swords and guns.

The voice gradually faded away, and Yan Xingzhi saw a few pale fingers hook onto the closet door, opening it from the outside.

The light flooded in again, Yan Xingzhi squinted his eyes, and very ‘calmly’ looked at the girl outside who had been scared dumbfounded.

Cen Ning had indeed been scared dumbfounded, she had acted completely subconsciously just now.
So when she opened the closet and saw Yan Xingzhi standing in the middle of her pile of clothes with a tight-fitting singlet beside his face, the hairs on her body stood up.

“Can I come out?” He crossed his hands around his chest and looked at her with a half-smile.

Cen Ning stepped back, staggering: “Yes, I’m sorry, I…”

“You got so scared like this, did you think your mother would throw the book in my face and tell me to scram?”

Cen Ning’s head shook like a rattle.

Yan Xingzhi chuckled, but maybe he felt the current situation was quite awkward, so he clenched his fist and coughed slightly, then calmly walked out of the closet, “I’ll go first, otherwise when your mum comes out again, even if I don’t want to hide, I’ll have to.”

Suddenly, Cen Ning blushed so red that it was as if blood could drip out.

Originally, she did not need to hide him.
She just needed to take the books in his hands and throw them into the closet.
Then, she could just make up a lie about why Yan Xingzhi was here, and that was it.
But now since he had already hid, if Wei Pinfang were to come out again, Yan Xingzhi really would not be able to explain why he had appeared in her daughter’s room on this night.

When he had walked out to the gate, Cen Ning glanced at the door of Wei Pinfang’s room, and ran after him.

“Gege….”

Just as he had stepped out of the door, there was a soft and gentle voice behind him.
Turning around, Yan Xingzhi saw Cen Ning pulling onto his clothes.
In the night, her pale white face that carried a bit of flush was both clear and bright.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his voice: “What’s the matter?”

Cen Ning pursed her lips: “Nothing…just, thank you.”

“No need, it was not out of my way.” Yan Xingzhi raised his hand, patted her on the head like he had done in the past, “I’ll go now.”

“Ok.”

Yan Xingzhi turned and walked towards the long corridor.
The cold wind on this winter night blew across, and the scent that had caressed the side of his face seemed to have faded a little.

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Title: The year of the broken melon, this refers to the age of sixteen1(I really can’t think of a title, being lazy.)