Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother

“My son.” Fei Zhen’s voice lacked any emotion, as if he were talking about someone unrelated to him. “Aren’t you supposed to know better than me?”

Lu Yang’s brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn’t ask aloud. She wouldn’t let herself get entangled and follow his lead. The negligence was over.

Lu Yang calmly stood up and stated, “Someone is picking me up, so I’ll be leaving now. Goodbye, Mr. Fei.”

Fei Zhen didn’t stop her, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Jiang Yanzhou held an umbrella that hadn’t dried yet, with one hand in his pocket and the other arm draped with a scarf. He stood under a streetlight, his tea-colored eyes shining brightly. As Lu Yang approached, warmth gradually spread.

Putting down the umbrella, he took two steps forward and stood in front of her, placing her hands inside the warm pockets of his coat and wrapping the scarf around her neck.

The temperature in Yonkers dropped suddenly.

The air between them was filled with the breath they exhaled as Lu Yang looked into his beautiful eyes and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

“How did you come so quickly?”

Ten minutes ago, she had reached a deadlock in her conversation with Fei

Zhen. Bored, she glanced out the window and typed a message on her screen.

She posted a social media update: Will it snowin Yonkers this winter?

Within a few minutes, she saw his response.

Jiang Yanzhou: Yes, it will.

She became interested and clicked on his profile, enjoying it with relish. His nickname was simply “Z,” and he didn’t seem to have the typical “seen every three days” pattern. He posted almost every day.

Lu Yang felt that Jiang Yanzhou didn’t seem like the kind of person who would have the leisure to post updates every day, so she was quite surprised to see that.

Therefore, with astonishment, she sent him a message: This restaurant has good food. Let’s come together next time.

As soon as he received the message, he immediately said he would come to pick her up.

Jiang Yanzhou pressed on her scarf with his fingertip, letting her lips show, and spoke in a warm voice. “I’m nearby, so I’ll be there soon.”

“Nearby, with a scarf?” she thought.

Lu Yang wasn’t naive, but she didn’t expose him either.

Fei Zhen coldly watched Jiang Yanzhou hold Lu Yang’s hand and leave. Qin Jue stood on the side, wanting to speak but hesitating. How could he break the tense atmosphere?

After a while, he finally gathered his courage and said, “Mr. Fei, Miss Jiang Ruzi has returned.”

At the moment the words came out, Qin Jue’s back went cold.

This winter seemed colder than ever, and the air felt frozen.

Leaving the restaurant, the drizzle continued to fall. Jiang Yanzhou held the umbrella, but the hand he was holding slipped away from him.

Lu Yang put her hand back in her pocket and smiled lightly. “My pockets are small and airtight, so it’s warmer.”

His pockets were bigger than hers, allowing occasional cold gusts to sneak in.

Jiang Yanzhou stared at her for a few seconds before saying okay, but he took his own hand out and placed it in her pocket, once again tightly holding her hand.

The space was small, so he held her tighter than before.

It was just like last night.

He covered her hand with his, and his thin lips lightly touched hers. He wanted to kiss but didn’t, and with a teasing tone, he asked, “Did you find it? Do you like it?”

It was like the tides rising and falling, leaving behind a trace of the ocean’s scent.

The lingering fragrance remained even when the wind blew.

His palm felt warm, and it seemed that the wind was no longer effective.

The umbrella tilted toward her, and the drizzle flew to his side. The black hair on his forehead was touched by the misty rain.

Lu Yang’s consciousness drifted, but his words brought her back.

Jiang Yanzhou stated, “It’s snowing.”

A small snowflake landed on Jiang Yanzhou’s neat short hair. Lu Yang turned her head and looked at his handsome face, gently asking, “Yanzhou, do you like winter?”

Jiang Yanzhou’s deep gaze stared at her. “I like it.”

Lu Yang reached out, a snowflake landing in her palm, and her eyebrows curved gently. “My brother and grandfather also like it.” “You’re born in winter,” he said.

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow. “You even know that?”

Her bright eyes were filled with curiosity as she looked into his eyes.

Jiang Yanzhou asked in return, “Is your boyfriend qualified?”

Lu Yang didn’t answer him but asked, “Then do you know why I’m called ‘ly’?” The two stopped walking and locked eyes.

“Most people think that ‘ly’ represents lymphocyte count, which is a measure of white blood cells,” she slowly told him, “A few people think ‘ly’ stands for light year, a unit of length. But in reality, my name doesn’t have such profound meaning. ”

Jiang Yanzhou looked at her, his eyes revealing affection and admiration. A smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he explained, “Their wish is not for you to save many people, but for you to become a good doctor to yourself.” What was life? Life was letting go and healing at the same time.

Lu Yang thought.

If her dream were true.

If they had known each other.

He would definitely be an amazing wave for her to turn back..