He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 261 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 11)

Wen Yan didn't want to go to No. 3 Middle School, and neither did Zhou Yan.

Bai Wan had no choice but to ask Wen Qingshan to step in and discuss the matter with Zhou Yan.

No one knows what they said, only that after the conversation, Zhou Yan relented.

Wen Yan was waiting at the door. As soon as she saw him come out, she went up to him. Zhou Yan looked down at her.

His eyes seemed to have been pulled from an ice cellar, deep and dark, swirling with endless vortexes, pressing down on Wen Yan from all sides.

In an instant, it vanished completely.

Wen Yan was taken aback.

She could clearly see the blatant possessiveness and the intensely aggressive addiction in his eyes.

"Zhou Yan?" Wen Yan called out to him uncertainly.

"Mmm." His hoarse voice seemed to be forced out of his throat. He looked away, avoiding her gaze. "Let's go to No. 3 Middle School."

He swallowed hard, waiting for her scolding and tears.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Yan simply replied, "Okay."

Zhou Yan was taken aback: "Didn't you want to go to No. 1 High School?"

"No, I want to go to the No. 1 Middle School where you are."

Zhou Yan was so shocked that he was speechless. His eyelids trembled and he couldn't say a word. His fingertips, which were hanging by his side, twitched and landed on the hem of Wen Yan's school uniform. He hooked his hand and pulled it loosely, and said with self-loathing, "Why is that?"

Wen Yan didn't understand, so she tilted her head slightly and asked him, "What do you mean, why?"

"I broke my promise... Why aren't you angry with me?"

Wen Yan understood: "What do you mean by breaking my promise? From beginning to end, all I wanted was to spend more time with you, nothing more."

She added, "It would be great if we could all be in the same high school, but the same high school would also be fine, as long as we're in the same school."

Wen Yan has grown up. Now she won't cry and say she won't separate like she did when she was little. She can even comfort Zhou Yan like a little teacher.

"And this is good too. Since you're at No. 3 Middle School, I'll also work hard to get into No. 3 Middle School. This sense of anticipation is also very happy."

The ripples that had been stirring in Zhou Yan's heart instantly turned into a raging storm.

Unable to resist, he pulled Wen Yan into a tight embrace, his grip tightening.

My heart was beating fast, but then it slowly tightened under my control.

Just like his current mood, he was filled with fear and unease.

This is probably a dream.

He needs to be careful not to shatter his dream.

When people are extremely close to happiness, their first feeling is actually fear.

Zhou Yan was like a child who could be abandoned at any moment, forcefully locking away the only tenderness he had, as well as all the favoritism she gave him.

Wen Yan, unaware of his thoughts, shifted uncomfortably and whispered, "Zhou Yan, you're hugging me so tightly. And shouldn't you be hugging my waist? Why are you hugging my arms? It looks weird."

Zhou Yan: "..."

The surging emotions froze.

He turned his head to look into her clear eyes, paused for a moment, and then let go of her hand: "Mm."

Ok?

What does um mean?

Hmm, should I hug your waist next time, or not next time?

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, a hand covered her mouth. The young man's slender fingers were clearly defined, and his slightly rough palm caressed her lips, making them tickle.

Wen Yan blinked, looking at him in confusion. Zhou Yan's dark eyes were calm, like the deep ripples of an ancient pool, slowly lowering until his gaze was level with hers.

It was so close, you could almost hear a faint breath.

"Xiaoyan——"

Wen Qingshan's voice came, and the next moment, the hand on his mouth was released. The young man straightened his back and shook the girl who seemed to have left her body.

Seeing her bewildered face, a smile flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes.

"Hey, Xiao Yan is still here. Perfect timing, let's eat before we leave."

Zhou Yan didn't refuse, mainly because he had no room to refuse, since Wen Yan had already pulled him into the main room by his clothes.

Soon, the last summer vacation of junior high school passed, and Zhou Yan went from the third year of junior high school to the first year of senior high school.

High school life was monotonous, consisting of nothing but studying. Zhou Yan adapted well to it; to be precise, this routine and mechanical life was almost ingrained in his bones.

What worried him most was actually Wen Yan.

The "Shamate" incident really caused him a lot of psychological trauma.

Zhou Min is spending more time at home now; she's almost always there when I come home.

"You're back?" Zhou Min applied red lipstick in front of the mirror. Hearing the voice, she didn't raise her eyebrows, pursed her lips a few times, and said, "I bought the groceries. You can cook them yourself. I won't be back tonight."

"Hmm." Zhou Yan remained indifferent as always.

Zhou Min paused for a moment while holding the lipstick, then quickly applied it to her lips twice more. Her full lips resembled a blazing fire, both alluring and seductive.

She quickly got ready, picked up her purse, and went out in her high heels. There was the sound of a car starting in the yard, but it soon returned to silence.

Zhou Yan didn't have much of an appetite. He made a bowl of noodles, ate only half of it, put the rest in the refrigerator, and then turned on the light and went upstairs.

The full moon hung in the night sky, bathing the courtyard in moonlight. Inside the dimly lit room, silence and desolation prevailed.

Zhou Yan spread out his draft paper and started doing some calculations and writing. Before long, he had four or five test papers piled up beside him. He checked the time; it was two in the morning.

Remembering that she had promised Wen Yan to go on a picnic with her tomorrow, she could only bury herself in the pile of test papers again.

I finally managed to fall asleep around five o'clock, when it was just getting light.

Zhou Min didn't return home again that night, leaving Zhou Yan alone at home.

His head was spinning. He struggled to get up and turned on the stove, heating up the half-bowl of noodles left over from last night. Just as he was about to eat, a shout came from outside the door: "Zhou Yan!"

Zhou Yan stood up, his limbs feeling weak. Before he could even move the chair legs, he collapsed to the ground. He rubbed his temples and waited a while before opening the door.

Outside the door, Wen Yan waited anxiously. Eight minutes had passed since she knocked, and the door still hadn't opened.

This has never happened before.

So I decided to climb over the wall, and as I was climbing, the door suddenly opened.

Zhou Yan leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Wen Yan, who was straddling the wall with one leg outside and the other inside.

"Wenyan."

"Huh?" Wen Yan turned her head, her eyes lighting up. "I thought something had happened to you. I'm glad you're alright. I'll get down first and catch me."

Before Zhou Yan could react, the girl on the wall suddenly jumped down. His heart tightened, and disregarding his limp body, he struggled to reach out and catch her.

"boom!"

A figure crashed down, and both of them fell to the ground.

Wen Yan took a moment to process what was happening.

Hey, it doesn't hurt!

He reached down and touched something warm and soft. Looking down, he saw Zhou Yan lying beneath him.

She was still laughing. How come Zhou Yan couldn't even handle her?

As they were joking around, no one below reacted, nor did they offer to help her up or support her waist.

What's up with him?

Wen Yan poked his face again and pried open his eyelids, but he didn't react.

Is he... dizzy?

He was knocked unconscious by himself?

This realization terrified Wen Yan. She lifted Zhou Yan up and leaned him against the wall, calling out loudly for her mother.

"Mom, I knocked Zhou Yan unconscious!"

Bai Wan was startled when she heard that Zhou Yan had been knocked unconscious by her daughter. She abandoned her picnic supplies and rushed out to see what was happening, and Wen Qingshan was also alerted.

Upon seeing Zhou Yan unconscious in the corner and his daughter squatting beside him, her eyes red with worry, the old father felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

She ran over in a few steps and first grabbed Zhou Yan's hand, which was abnormally warm.

So he frowned, placed his hand on Zhou Yan's forehead, and was shocked to find it was so hot!

"He has a fever, let's take him to the hospital first."