In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 45

It was late at night, the sky was moonless, and a few dim yellow streetlights illuminated the roadside. The air was still damp from the rain.

A girl wearing a pink bear pajama dress had faint sleep marks on her fair cheeks. Her almond-shaped eyes were hazy and dreamy. She wore flip-flops, revealing a slender and white calf.

There was still some standing water on the road, but she seemed oblivious as she walked through it.

"What's wrong?" She crouched down in front of the boy and asked softly.

The boy looked at her, his eyes blending into the darkness.

He didn't dare to say that he wanted to leave, nor did he dare to ask anything. He just remained silent, staring at her without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave her into his soul in that moment.

A camphor tree swayed gently in the distance, and droplets of dew fell from its leaves.

The young boy sat crouched on the ground, his body already soaked through, his hair sticking to his forehead in strands. He looked pitiful, like a helpless little puppy that had fallen into the water.

The night wind carried with it the chill of the rain, brushing past the young boy's wet body and causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

"You come with me," said Jennie.

The young boy slowly stood up from the ground, but remained rooted in place, his lips pressed tightly together as he stubbornly shook his head.

He should have left quietly, never to appear in her world again, never to disturb her.

As the night grew darker, Jennie looked at the young boy's resistant face and reached out to grab his wrist. "Come with me," she said.

The boy's wrist stiffened for a moment, and he tried to pull away, but Jennie didn't even notice. She just dragged him forward.

"My parents and brother aren't home today, so don't worry," she explained, thinking that the boy was afraid to see her family.

The boy's pale wrist was damp with rain and cold, but in an instant, a scorching heat seemed to surge from that small piece of wrist, carrying with it a fiery current that spread all the way to his heart.

He was powerless, like a puppet on a string, being dragged forward lightly.

The closed door blocked out the howling night wind outside. The living room was lit by a small night light, and the soft light reflected on the smooth marble floor, while the crystal chandelier above refracted little starlight.

The boy stood at the entrance, afraid to go in.

"These are slippers, don't just stand there, come in," the girl turned around and said.

He shook his head again, "I'm very wet."

He didn't want to dirty the place.

"Come in!" Jennie grabbed his hand and pulled him in with force.

But the young man, though thin, was tall and stood still by the shoe cabinet, not moving.

"Do you want me to help you take off your shoes if you're not coming in?" Jennie took a few steps closer and was about to squat down.

The young man hurriedly backed away, waving his hand, "No, no need."

"Then take off your shoes yourself and come in quickly," Jennie said.

Finally, the young man obediently squatted down. He moved quickly, as if afraid that Jennie would come closer again.

After taking off his shoes, he put on slippers and stood obediently in the corner, bowing his head like a little dog that had done something wrong.