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Chapter 693: Han Jingnian’s ’Han’ (1)_1

Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Han Jingnian’s ’Han’ (1)_1

The annual New Year’s Eve came around in the blink of an eye.

At four in the afternoon, Han Jingnian went alone to the supermarket. He bought a lot of New Year’s goods, filling seven large bags. He could only carry them home from the underground parking lot in three trips.

He sorted the New Year’s goods he bought into the refrigerator one by one. Then, wearing a Hello Kitty apron, he started preparing the New Year’s Eve feast.

Three hours later, a fragrant, colorful New Year’s Eve feast laid out on the dining table.

He took off his apricot, habitually shouted, "Good night, dinner’s ready."

All he was greeted with was the familiar silence.

With pursed lips, Han Jingnian stood at the dining table for a while, then walked over to the chair where Xia Wan’an used to sit. He gently pulled it out, then got a spoonful of soup and placed it directly in front of the chair.

Circling the dining table to sit directly across from that chair, Han Jingnian scooped himself a bowl of soup.

While he stirred his chopsticks, he occasionally took some food and placed it on the plate across from him. As he did, his fingers started to tremble lightly.

All of a sudden he put down his chopsticks, his eyes dazedly flicked to the window when he felt a surge of heat. When his feelings stabilized, he did not pick his chopsticks back up but rather aimlessly slid his fingers across the table.

Initially, he was simply moving along randomly. After a while, his fingertips formed two characters: An’an.

An’an, An’an, An’an...

Just when he didn’t realize how many times he had written the name, he sudden recalled how once, when he came home, she was having dinner alone. He went into the dining room for water and saw the character "Wei" left on her dining table. He was puzzled about what she was writing... But now, he finally understood.

She was not writing "Wei", but "Han"... Han of Han Jingnian’s surname.

That day, the dining table, much like today’s, was laid out with two sets of dishes and chopsticks. He, too, was similarly curious about why she used two sets of tableware when she was alone...but now, having personally experienced that scene and that feeling, he understands.

During those times when he neglected her, she was just like him right now. Alone in this house, being devoured by loneliness, being infected by yearning, and using two sets of chopsticks and bowls to pretend that he was home...

"Meow~"

A milky, immature cat’s meow brought Han Jingnian back from his thoughts.

He turned and looked at the marble tabletop next to him. It was Xiao Jingzi who had jumped onto the dining table and was squatting next to him, curiously looking at him with his head tilted.

He reached out his long, clean fingers and gently stroked Xiao Jingzi’s head, causing the little cat to contentedly squint his eyes.

Gazing at Xiao Jingzi in this light, the lines of Han Jingnian’s brow and eyes instantly softened, as if he was seeing her through Xiao Jingzi. His eyes became gentler, and after an unknown amount of time had passed, the hand that had been petting Xiao Jingzi gradually stopped. He stood there in a daze for a while, his eyes flashing faintly, as he whispered, "Xiao Jingzi, I miss her very much."

I miss her so much, so desperately that it’s killing me.

As if understanding the sentiment in Han Jingnian’s words, Xiao Jingzi let out a sighing "meow", as he languidly sprawled on the dining table.

"Xiao Jingzi, it was my fault for not protecting her..."

Xiao Jingzi turned his head, licking Han Jingnian’s palm.

"Xiao Jingzi, are you trying to comfort me? Don’t worry, I will be fine... They all think I woke up because of my grandmother, but that isn’t true... I woke up because of her..."