Following the exhibition, Shen Chuhan offered to drive Lin Ting home. Feeling a bit shy this time, Lin Ting hesitated but eventually accepted. Shen Chuhan guided him as he entered the passenger seat of his car.
The car’s heating was set to the maximum, making Lin Ting break into a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He adjusted his scarf around his neck, and as he did, he sensed someone approaching him.
Detecting the familiar and pleasing fragrance that belonged to Shen Chuhan, Lin Ting involuntarily tensed up in his seat.
Shen Chuhan leaned over and reached for the seat belt next to Lin Ting, and as he secured it his coat lightly brushed against Lin Ting’s sweater.
The seat belt clicked into place, and only when the scent in the air shifted did Lin Ting start to relax.
“Mr. Lin, would you like to listen to some music?” Shen Chuhan switched on the music player, glancing slightly at Lin Ting seated beside him.
Lin Ting blinked with a somewhat puzzled expression and responded in a subdued tone, “Anything is fine.”
Shen Chuhan maintained his silence, skillfully selecting a piece of classical music with his slender finger. The car was soon filled with the melodic opening of a cello, and at that moment, Lin Ting realized this was the type of music he usually preferred to listen to.
Lin Ting recalled that he had never mentioned his music preferences to Shen Chuhan.
Despite this, he couldn’t help but acknowledge the man’s remarkable observation skills and sharpness, finding it a bit astonishing.
The car was really quiet, with only classical music playing on the stereo. Shen Chuhan drove smoothly, and Lin Ting hardly felt any bumps or heard honking from outside the window.
His fingers had gripped the seat belt in front of him, and he had subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of Shen Chuhan. Unable to see what Shen Chuhan looked like while driving, he could only secretly visualize it in his head.
He seemed quite serious, considering that Mr. Shen had always been calm and serious.
Lin Ting couldn’t help but try to visualize Shen Chuhan’s appearance, but unfortunately, with his eyes closed all he could see was white light. He sighed with a touch of regret.
Shen Chuhan noticed the emotions playing across Lin Ting’s face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
Lin Ting shook his head, a gesture of negation, and a sheepish smile formed on his face as he replied, “I… really want to see what Mr. Shen looks like.”
The young man’s request made Shen Chuhan’s pupil shrink for a moment, and his thin lips opened a bit. He tried to say something, but the words got lost in the quietness.
Lin Ting considered his wish was too naive, and he apologized with a smile, “Sorry, I just mentioned it casually. After all, my eyes…”
Before Lin Ting could finish his sentence, Shen Chuhan suddenly stopped the car. He reached out, gently pulling Lin Ting up and guiding his hand to touch his cheek.
“If you can’t see it, you can touch it again,” Shen Chuhan said in a hushed tone. As he spoke, he guided Lin Ting’s finger down gradually, starting from the brow.
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Lin Ting widened his eyes, not expecting Shen Chuhan to make such a suggestion without any warning. His fingertips, usually a bit cold, trembled slightly. The tension made Lin Ting’s sense of touch suddenly more heightened.
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Additionally, there was a prominent spot that Shen Chuhan referred to as a burn.
Touching that particular area still made Lin Ting flinch involuntarily. Shen Chuhan had never disclosed the story behind his scar. Lin Ting was unable to imagine the kind of fire that could leave such a mark.
“Can you feel it?” After a moment, Shen Chuhan’s voice snapped Lin Ting back to the present.
Blushing, Lin Ting withdrew his hand and nodded nervously.
“Mr. Shen… is very handsome.”
Lin Ting’s year-round experience of touching various objects led him to conclude that Shen Chuhan was indeed very good-looking.
“Really?” Shen Chuhan’s reaction was as calm as expected, and he raised his hand, gently touching his left eye. “But Mr. Lin, you’re the first to compliment me on my looks,” he added.
Lin Ting heard this and looked over in confusion, “How… how could this happen?!”
Shen Chuhan lowered his eyes.
This burn defined much of his life.
The fire happened suddenly, and everyone believed he was responsible for his parents’ deaths.
They labeled him a monster, pointing to his scars and claiming it was God’s punishment. How could anyone appreciate his looks after such harsh judgments?
Except for Lin Ting.
Shen Chuhan raised his eyes, and as he did, snow began to fall outside the window once again. Velvet-like snowflakes gracefully descended from the sky.
“After all, Mr. Lin is different from other people.”
Shen Chuhan’s words left Lin Ting feeling a bit confused. He was stunned, realizing he still didn’t understand Shen Chuhan well enough.
The black car resumed its journey. Throughout the rest of the ride, neither Lin Ting nor Shen Chuhan said anything. The classical music stopped, and an English song started to play.
The lead singer’s voice was otherworldly, sweet, and gentle. Just as Lin Ting was about to ask Shen Chuhan who sang the song, Shen Chuhan abruptly skipped the song within the second.
He tilted his head, a question lingering on his lips. The words seemed to roll down his throat multiple times, each time halted before finding their way back, swallowed into the depths of his stomach.
Doesn’t Shen Chuhan like this song? Lin Ting hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed to ask.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Chuhan broke the prolonged silence. “We’re here,” he whispered. He took the initiative to assist Lin Ting in loosening his seat belt.
Shen Chuhan got out of the car first and walked a few steps to the passenger side. He opened the door, and with a gentle gesture, he held out his hand to Lin Ting. He assisted Lin Ting in getting out of the car.
Stepping onto the soft snow, Lin Ting felt light snowflakes falling into his collar, melting into cold water from his body heat. He pulled his neck in and asked Shen Chuhan, “Is it snowing now?”
“Yes,” Shen Chuhan replied. He then bent down and re-entered the car. He retrieved a pair of gloves from the compartment, and carefully helped Lin Ting put them on.
Lin Ting raised his head, and the strong white light stimulated him to close his eyes. The feeling of snowflakes falling on his face was like being kissed on the cheek. He always liked this kind of touch.
Shen Chuhan’s warm hands carefully tied Lin Ting’s scarf, ensuring it was snug. The considerate gesture struck Lin Ting, making him suddenly feel like a child who was discovering the world and didn’t know a lot of things.
“If Mr. Shen continues to be so kind,” Lin Ting paused, “you might spoil me rotten like a child.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the realization that anyone witnessing a twenty-five-year-old man being treated like a child might find it peculiar.
But the man beside him didn’t smile.
Shen Chuhan observed the red tip of Lin Ting’s nose due to the cold and softly said, “Then you can be a child here.”
Lin Ting’s smiling lips froze.
“I truly like how Mr. Lin relies on me,” Shen Chuhan said, holding Lin Ting’s hand. “Let’s go in so that you don’t catch a cold.”
Lin Ting, standing behind him, didn’t respond, and Shen Chuhan didn’t press for more answers. Upon hearing Lin Ting mention his address, Shen Chuhan silently took note of it.
The two walked one after the other, leaving only their footprints on the white snow. The cold wind blew, and the snowflakes covered the traces, restoring the scene as if nothing had occurred.
Mr. Shen’s hands are really warm. Lin Ting thought to himself.
Even through his gloves, Lin Ting could feel the warmth coming from Shen Chuhan and the sound of snow being crushed under their feet. At that moment, he wished the road could stretch on longer. Just a little bit more so that he can spend more time with him.
Lin Ting quietly covered the lower half of his face with a wide scarf, taking in the soothing scent of lavender.
It was the first time he had easily placed trust in someone.
Shen Chuhan gave him a different feeling.
Different from everyone else.
Lin Ting realized that his heart was leaning towards Shen Chuhan.
Even though his lips quivered from the cold and his feet began to feel numb, Lin Ting still wished to continue walking with Shen Chuhan in this way.
He wanted to hold hands with Shen Chuhan and walk together forever, not just in winter but in spring, summer, and autumn too.
Lin Ting was surprised by this intense feeling and felt embarrassed.
It seemed like he had unintentionally claimed Shen Chuhan as his own.
“What’s on your mind?” Shen Chuhan’s unexpected question made Lin Ting tremble with surprise.
The falling snowflakes above his head disappeared, and Lin Ting realized they had reached the corridor downstairs of his home.
“Nothing,” Lin Ting replied, his voice tinged with sullenness and frustration that he hadn’t even noticed.
In the next moment, Lin Ting felt a large, warm hand rubbing his head. The snow mixed in his hair melted away, leaving crystal-clear water droplets clinging to his hair.
He took a few steps forward, then turned around and said, “Thank you, Mr. Shen. I’ll…..go upstairs first.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ting touched the handrail next to him, and then slowly raised his feet, slowly walked up a flight of steps.
His movements felt like they were in slow motion, contrasting with the rapid beating of his heart in his chest. A voice in his head kept urging Shen Chuhan.
Doesn’t he want to say goodbye to me?
Hurry up!
Stop me, I’m I’m about to go up to the second floor!
The chirping sounds caused Lin Ting to shake his head slightly, and then he distinctly heard the rapid footsteps of someone else quickly climbing the stairs behind him.
Lin Ting’s eyes widened in surprise, and he instinctively stopped raising his feet. He could feel someone approaching him from behind, sending a shiver down his spine. Despite his efforts, his body felt frozen, immobilized, unable to move a muscle.
Then, Lin Ting felt his clothes being gently tugged twice, and he heard Shen Chuhan’s voice saying, “Turn around.”
Lin Ting obediently turned around as he was instructed.
Shen Chuhan lowered his gaze and looked at the young man, who was shorter than himself. The orange light above cast a gentle chestnut color on his hair.
He spread his arms wide, and his mellow voice echoed softly in Lin Ting’s ears.
“Come here, give me a hug.”
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Thank You for the new chapter ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
Aiiii so sweet I’m crying
God damn….i just got heartbroken from my comfort comic and now I’m healed again❤
Thanks for the chapter!
Don’t mind me and my pillow, I might need it to hide my tears of joy.
I recently watched a movie and the series about love between blind person and person who can see and I like its all
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This is killing me…
Ahhhh this is super sweet!!
Ps you got a typo in 1sr paragraph (“her scarf” instead of “his scarf “)
Corrected. Thanks for pointing out