I am just an ordinary person! Why do you like me?

As soon as Shi Chenchen got out of the car, he shivered instantly due to the cold air outside.

It’s so cold!

The car had just begun to warm up, but in just a few moments, the warmth was almost completely dissipated.

Shi Chenchen pulled his thin coat closer, nodded to the driver, and walked downstairs to the apartment building.

The apartment blocked the cool breeze from outside, and Shi Chenchen looked at the time displayed on his mobile phone.

She was shocked. She didn't expect it was so late.

Shi Chenchen felt guilty because she knew that at home -

Shi Chenchen's hands were still a little cold, and his fingers were slightly stiff as he entered the password.

After a "beep" sound, she quietly pushed open the door of her house.

As soon as I entered the house, it was almost dark and the room was very quiet.

But it's too quiet.

Shi Chenchen had an inexplicable ominous premonition in her heart, but for a moment she couldn't tell what was wrong with the silence.

She didn't turn on the light, fearing to disturb...

She took off her shoes quietly at the entrance, put them carefully in the shoe cabinet, and then walked quietly into the house.

As you get closer, the unobstructed night view of the living room gradually comes into view.

The familiar decorations in the house, the group photo on the cabinet, an unfinished glass of sparkling water on the coffee table, and...

Shi Chenchen almost screamed when she saw Wen Zhi sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was wearing comfortable home clothes and seemed to have just taken a shower. His hair had not been blown dry yet and was damp and shiny. A white towel was hung around his neck.

The warm floor lamp by the window shone on his damp hair, casting a faint halo.

He just sat on a high stool by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a paintbrush in his hand, painting seriously on the easel.

His profile was illuminated by the warm floor-length light, making his jawline appear more delicate and smooth.

His expression seemed to be tinged with warmth, and his originally sharp facial features looked much softer.

Wen Zhi's dark eyes were hidden in the shadows, and the look in his eyes was obscured by the rain and mist rising outside the house.

Hearing the sound of Shi Chenchen opening the door, Wen Zhi did not turn around and still looked at the easel in front of him.

Not a word was said.

This cold attitude inexplicably reminded Shi Chenchen of the time when they first started dating -

At that time, Wen Zhi's face was a little more childish than it is now, but the handsomeness and sharpness of his facial features had already begun to show.

At that time, his attitude towards her was almost the same as it is now.

From the beginning, although Shi Chenchen appeared cold on the surface, deep down in her heart, she was a little afraid of Wen Zhi.

Obviously, Wen Zhi also followed the requirements of his uncle and aunt. His care was meticulous and there was almost nothing wrong with it.

But Shi Chenchen could feel the extreme indifference hidden beneath Wen Zhi's mask in his calm and proper attitude.

Now, the two of them can get along like this, and this change often makes Shi Chenchen feel confused.

From a certain point on, Wen Zhi naturally began to care about her life and naturally cared for her every time she was hurt.

Naturally, he would appear behind her every time she needed him.

He just naturally broke into Shi Chenchen's life.

Yes.

It all happened so naturally.

Shi Chenchen fell into the gentle atmosphere created by Wen Zhi without even noticing it.

……

"Go home."

A man's voice sounded from not far away, without any emotion in it.

Shi Chenchen's attention was drawn to the present again, and he realized that Wen Zhi had already put down his paintbrush.

He stood up and walked slowly to her.

As he approached, Wen Zhi's tall figure brought an unignorable sense of oppression.

As the man walked, the air was filled with the faint scent of pine, mixed with a hint of sandalwood.

Shi Chenchen felt as if his whole body was enveloped by Wen Zhi's breath, and there was a slight chill and dampness in the air.

She felt like a prey that was doomed to fall.

Shi Chenchen began to tremble faintly deep in his heart, and that familiar, frightening feeling came back again.

Shi Chenchen met Wen Zhi's dark eyes, and she found that she could not discern the meaning.

For example, she felt that Wen Zhi’s expression at this moment should be one of condemnation, but, in fact—

Wen Zhi walked up to her, his gentle eyes falling lightly on the wet corners of her clothes and the small wet spot on her clothes.

He looked up and rubbed Shi Chenchen's head. His palms were warm.

The man's steady voice came from above his head -

"Why do you make yourself look like a wet kitten...it's cold outside, right?"

"I made you some ginger soup, would you like some?"

After Shi Chenchen nodded, Wen Zhi turned and walked into the kitchen to reheat the cooked ginger soup.

Shi Chenchen looked at the easel that fell in the corner and walked over slowly.

There was a sound of rain outside the window. The moment Shi Chenchen saw the painting, his heart was shocked——

The sketch showed a person's profile.

That person is her.