Chapter 193 Tao Yuming Comes to the Door (2/2)

In this life, he must grasp at this only straw that can save him.

He chose an afternoon, pretended to go to the outhouse, took a long detour, and quickly walked out of the educated youth settlement, heading towards Yan Yu's detached courtyard at the east end of the village.

The afternoon sun in winter has no warmth at all, and the cold wind stings your face like a knife.

Tao Yuming pulled his thin collar tighter, his heart pounding in his chest, half from nervousness and half from a desperate, resolute determination.

The wooden door to the Yan family's courtyard was ajar, revealing a crack.

He stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then raised his hands, which were a little stiff from the cold, and gently knocked.

"Please come in."

Yan Yu, who was inside the house, heard the sound of the courtyard gate and came out to open it. He saw Tao Yuming standing at the door, his face pale.

Yan Yu led him into the house.

A warm current, a mixture of the fresh scent of firewood and the sweet aroma of brown sugar, wafted over, instantly soothing Tao Yuming's chill and anxiety along the way.

The room was as warm as springtime.

Ruan Tang was nestled on the kang (a heated brick bed), covered with a soft, thin blanket, leaning lazily against a chair with thick cushions.

The chair was right next to Yan Yu's seat.

Seeing Tao Yuming come in, she smiled with her almond-shaped eyes, took an enamel mug from Yan Yu's hand, and handed it over.

"Tao, sit down and have a cup of brown sugar water to warm yourself up."

Yan Yu sat down next to the little girl, his arm naturally wrapped around her waist, making her more comfortable leaning against him, and subtly tucked the corners of the blanket covering her even tighter.

Little White, who was dozing off next to Ruan Tang, had an invisibility talisman on its body, so Tao Yuming couldn't see it.

But an unfamiliar scent made its little nose twitch, and its big, round, dark purple eyes opened curiously, darting around before fixing on Tao Yuming.

Its little nose twitched again.

The next second, Little White wrinkled its entire rat face in disgust, and stretched out its pink mithril paws, exaggeratedly fanning them in front of its nose.

squeak!

It stinks!

This two-legged creature has a strange smell that rats hate!

Xiao Bai nudged Ruan Tang's arm with its little head, as if it were complaining, or as if it were reminding her to stay away from that "stinky" person.

This warm and peaceful scene inexplicably eased the tension in Tao Yuming's heart.

“Yan Zhiqing, Ruan Zhiqing”.

He greeted us somewhat awkwardly, closed the door, and sat down on a low stool by the kang (a heated brick bed).

Yan Yu looked at his nose, red from the cold, and his barely concealed nervousness, and asked directly:

"What's up?"

Upon hearing Yan Yu's calm voice, Tao Yuming no longer hesitated.

He leaned forward and, in a voice only the three of them could hear, recounted all his discoveries and speculations from the past few days.

"...I suspect that someone is using something like sleeping potion."

He described in great detail how he observed, how he tried to stay awake, and how he ultimately failed.

To be on the safe side, he concealed the secret of his rebirth and portrayed himself as someone with a more delicate and vigilant mind than others.

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Only occasionally did the firewood in the stove emit a soft crackling sound.

Yan Yu was playing with an unfinished wooden comb in his hand. He didn't look at Tao Yuming, but instead lowered his eyes and looked at Ruan Tang in his arms.

That glance held no surprise, only understanding.

The "maintenance worker" who had been waiting finally couldn't resist showing his true colors.

Moreover, it was hidden in the educated youth settlement.

Ruan Tang's eyes flickered slightly, a sly glint in her dark pupils, and a lazy smile curved her lips.

Her little hand, hidden under the blanket, playfully extended her index finger and drew a circle lightly on Yan Yu's firm waist and abdomen.

The touch on my fingertips was slightly itchy, and I lingered there for a moment on purpose.

look.

A clue delivered right to our doorstep—why not let it pass us by? (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)