Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1112

When he spoke, the man deliberately adjusted his voice to sound like he was thirteen years old, which made Si Jin shudder all over.

The action of picking up the paper suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the remaining pages of the notebook slowly tightened.

In a moment, he actually crushed the burnt page to the ground.

All that remained on my hands were a few pieces of ashes…

Si Jin then came to his senses and hurried to pick it up again.

I don’t know when it started, but he always forgets a lot of things.

Those are his memories, they can’t be lost, they can’t be lost…

But as soon as he put his hand down, Lin Yuan held it tightly.

His hands were warm and his movements were gentle, but they made Si Jin tremble subconsciously.

It was too warm and he was a little uncomfortable.

But he did not resist. Little by little, Ren Linyuan held his cold fingertips in his palm and slowly warmed them up.

“Jinjin.” He asked, “Really… you don’t remember me?”

Si Jin was still in a daze, his eyes very empty.

He lowered his head and found a piece of paper with densely written names from a pile of burnt debris, and held it up to show Lin Yuan.

The paper is full of “A Yuan”.

Written with black carbon pen.

The yellowed paper was already somewhat damaged, but one could still clearly see the words “penetrating into the wood” so clearly that they almost tore the paper apart.

This shows how serious and how much effort the person who wrote was putting in.

Lin Yuan’s heart ached.

He is so reserved.

I finally got to see him in his true form. What on earth had affected him to seal his soul and become like this?

Lin Yuan secretly gritted his teeth, holding back the tears that were about to burst out, and forced a warm smile: “Yes, it’s A Yuan.”

“Jinjin, do you remember how long it has been since we last met?”

This question finally interrupted Si Jin’s train of thought.

He gave up picking up the torn papers, stood up, and pulled Lin Yuan to the wall beside the bed.

Pull open the thick decorative curtains to reveal a whole wall of words behind.

It was all written in marker pen.

These names are arranged next to each other in a very neat manner.

Lin Yuan was so frightened that his whole heart trembled and even his lips turned pale.

He heard Si Jin reply sullenly, “The character A has seven strokes, the character Yuan has eleven strokes, and a name has eighteen strokes. If you write one stroke a day, you can write it for eighteen days.”

“There are one hundred and twenty-three names here, and we have a total of two thousand, two hundred, and fourteen days… haven’t seen each other…”

Yes, more than two thousand days.

From the age of thirteen to nineteen, six years have passed.

Lin Yuan subconsciously tightened his grip on Si Jin’s hand, and suddenly ignored his identity and hugged the person in his arms.

In these six years, he has sensed Jinjin countless times.

But Jinjin had closed her soul and could not feel any soul breath at all.

He began to work hard to make money and look for people all over the world.

But every time when he was about to find it, Chen Yiwei would always take Jinjin and move to another place.

He took the initiative to lower his posture and sell himself to see him.

“I’m sorry.” Lin Yuan’s eyes were completely red, and his heart seemed to be shattered by something. The pain was so deep that he couldn’t put it back together no matter how hard he tried.

He choked up and said, “I’m late.”

After a moment, the young man in his arms took the initiative to hug him back, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him silently.

… …

Lin Yuan didn’t know how long he held the person in his arms before he finally let go.

Seeing that Si Jin was going to cook, she decisively carried him back to the dining table and made several dishes according to his taste and sent them to him.

Si Jin still didn’t show much expression. After finishing his meal, he opened the door.

So he went back to his bedroom.

Lin Yuan sat alone in the living room facing the cold wind for a long time, without reacting to Si Jin’s meaning.

Finally, he closed the door and knocked on Si Jin’s bedroom door.

The person inside didn’t say anything, and Lin Yuan felt a little worried.

In order not to disturb him, I turned around, found a small piece of wire, and started to pick the lock.

But just as he aimed at the keyhole, he saw Si Jin opening the door.

Then, the lock picking tool in the little Tianjun’s hand fell into the young man’s eyes half-awkwardly.

“…”