CHAPTER 1512: CHAPTER 1434: DOES IT HURT?

From within that, Ye Ranran saw care.

She brought her knees together, curling up in a fetal position: "Jun Mochan, what were you doing before you called me?"

"Handling company documents, and figuring out how to bring you back." To ensure everything would go smoothly, some details needed to be repeatedly discussed.

"Lately, I’ve been dreaming every night, but the scenes in the dreams vanish from my memory as soon as I wake up." Ye Ranran sounded rather frustrated.

"It’s okay. After you come back, I’ll take you to the places you often went, and you’ll naturally remember." Jun Mochan spoke casually, entirely unworried.

"Jun Mochan, what about my parents? Do I have siblings?" Ye Ranran suddenly asked.

Aside from him and the child, she hadn’t seen anyone else.

Nor had he ever spoken to her about it.

"You do. I’ll tell you when you come back, okay?" That tragic past was something Jun Mochan couldn’t bear to explain.

Perhaps she didn’t mind before, but Wen Cai grew up in the pampered love of her parents and eldest brother.

Whereas Ye Ranran practically grew up in abject humility.

Comparison magnifies the hurt; the contrast was stark.

Heaven and hell—it could crush a person.

"Okay." She curved her lips into a faint smile.

"I’m not talking to you anymore. Someone’s coming." Seeing a figure approaching, Ye Ranran swiftly hung up the call and erased the record.

Just as she set the phone down, Fu Rong’s voice rang out: "Inside?"

"Here." Ye Ranran opened the tent.

Fu Rong didn’t hesitate at all and entered confidently, sitting across from Ye Ranran: "Stretch out your foot."

"Not necessary." She wrapped her feet even tighter.

What she desired, he couldn’t give; that pitiful bit of charity he offered—she didn’t want it.

Even if she lost, she’d lose with dignity—besides, she hadn’t lost. It was her who didn’t want him.

Fu Rong couldn’t be bothered to argue, yanking the covers aside and grabbing her foot. Caught off balance, Ye Ranran fell to the ground, the back of her head making close contact with the earth.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Rong pretended to help her up.

"Thanks, it doesn’t hurt."

"Oh, then how about falling again?"

"Are you insane?" Ye Ranran rubbed her head.

Watching her force herself to endure the pain, Fu Rong’s lips curved slightly, his mood seemingly lifted.

He sat down, placing Ye Ranran’s foot on his knee.

Under the dim yellow light, he saw varying sizes of wounds on the sole of Ye Ranran’s foot.

Her skin was naturally pale, and the slightest mishap would leave unknown bruises all over her body. After walking through muddy terrain all day today, how could she possibly bear it?

"Are you stupid? Why would you take your shoes off for no reason?" Fu Rong scolded her while applying medication.

The areas his fingers touched stung even more. She bared her teeth but said nothing.

She only had one pair of shoes—the ones on her feet—and if they got dirty, she didn’t have another pair to wear.

Borrowing or buying would require troubling others. It seemed like a small matter, but she feared someone might use it as an excuse to stir up trouble.

Yet in her memory, she couldn’t recall him ever caring about her this much.

But what was the point? She wasn’t a puppy waiting to be shown a bit of warmth when remembered, playfully teased when convenient, and left waiting miserably by the sidelines when forgotten.

She was a human—a woman with thoughts, emotions, and a need for care.

After finishing applying medicine to both of Ye Ranran’s feet, Fu Rong continued to hold onto them.

He didn’t speak; she didn’t speak either.

The two of them remained locked in silence, as if waiting for the other to relent first.