Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 9.2 - On Whom Shall I Place My Heart's Pining? (2)

The balcony window was not closed, and feeling a little chilly, she walked over to it. When she stretched out an arm to shut the window, she saw that he was sitting on the second-floor terrace.

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Wen Han wavered back and forth on this question for a full three minutes. At last, she thought, she had already walked so many roads and experienced so many perils before coming to this little Indian alley. Why, then, did she still need to be indecisive about a question like this? Picking up her long skirt, she walked downstairs from the third level and pushed open the door.

He had originally been gazing down at the river that was blanketed in moonlight. Hearing some noise, he narrowed his eyes slightly and cast a sideways glance at her.

This girl, she most certainly did not understand. Cheng Muyun had given her so many chances since they met to get away from him and maintain a distance between them. This included just now. She absolutely could have finished her shower, wrapped herself in her quilt, and gotten a good sleep, and then the next day, she could go with those young priests back to the coffee plantation.

In that moment, when Wen Han stepped up before him in the moon's glow, what came into his mind were the words, "the ignorant are fearless."

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She placed her own hand into it. With a slight tug, he pulled her up onto the small concrete platform that he was sitting on. A little yellow-haired dog came over and rubbed up against her. Wen Han stretched out a hand and stroked its head.

"The dogs here drink the water of the River Nile, where countless people's ashes are scattered every day. Many of them grow up eating corpses," he stated quietly.

Her hand awkwardly ceased its action. That was just too spine-chilling. Somewhat thrown off and at a loss for what to do, she wondered, should she go wash her hands? Right as this thought flashed across her mind, Cheng Muyun caught her hand in his, brought it below his lips, and kissed it. That was nothing to him.

In that instant, as his lips contacted the tips of her fingers, it was as if the disquiet she had felt since that night in the temple now all came crashing down. Wen Han even had a feeling of being hurt and treated unfairly. She could not put into words what exactly that feeling was. From when she stepped into this home of strangers, she had felt uncomfortable, and even now, that emotion was still present. But she did not know how to even open her mouth to ask. Who am I to you? And just who is that girl?

Wordlessly, his hands pushed open her shirt at the neckline, and his deft fingers caressed the delicate skin of her back. Lowering his head, he stared intently at her bosom that was exposed to the air...

This was a form of interaction that both of them were familiar with.

Only when there was the sound of footsteps did he pull her shirt closed and then encircle in his arms. She sat on his lap, half leaning herself on him, still immersed in those dazed feelings of passion. The two looked as if they were simply sitting on the small, raised platform and looking at the night view, caring not at all who walked by in that small alley.