Chapter 89#

It turns out, escaping this place only required climbing over.#

The chill from the floor seeped through his skin and straight into his marrow.

Jiang Yunhan stared silently at the cold mirror, lost in thought.

He could hardly remember the last time he was locked in here.

As a child, his playful nature made it hard for him to settle down; he studied too many disparate things and often couldn’t keep up.

So Jiang Sheng arranged a room like this for him to focus on his studies in peace.

Having made such a huge mistake this time, Jiang Sheng had once again sent him here to properly reflect on his faults.

He looked at himself in the mirror; his pupils gradually lost focus, and his thoughts slowly went blank.

Suddenly, a soft sound came from outside the window.

Jiang Yunhan paused. His gaze sharpened as he slowly turned his head toward the window.

The curtains were tightly drawn, casting only a faint shadow of tree branches. Jiang Yunhan blinked very slowly.

Suddenly, there was a “thud,” like a heavy object hitting the ground.

A silhouette of a person began to project onto the small balcony outside.

Watching that figure get closer and closer, Jiang Yunhan’s heart rate began to pick up.

He stood up. Having been motionless for so long, the returning blood flow caused waves of weakness and numbness in his limbs.

Jiang Yunhan gritted his teeth and dragged his feet toward the window.

Before he could pull it open—

A loud, sharp crash suddenly rang out.

Shards flew everywhere as the glass was smashed open. Wind rushed in from outside, making the curtains rustle loudly.

The intruder stood against the light, frowning as he scanned the room. He still held a stone in his hand; since the window was already broken, he wasn’t in a hurry to throw it away.

Holding it, he stepped inside.

He stepped over the shards on the floor, a faint hint of disdain in his cold eyes. Moonlight streamed in from behind him, silhouetting his frame.

He glanced at Jiang Yunhan and asked coldly, “Why are you hiding in here?”

Jiang Yunhan still hadn’t come to his senses. He watched Jian Yunchen approach step by step, still carrying the outdoor chill, though it wasn’t as cold as his expression.

Jiang Yunhan’s pupils contracted slightly, his eyelashes trembling as he looked at him.

His voice was dry and raspy. “This… this is the fifth floor.”

Jian Yunchen frowned, looking puzzled. “I know.”

He turned to look at the small balcony outside and jerked his chin. “You just have to climb over from the next room.”

“Climb over…”

Jiang Yunhan repeated subconsciously.

He had never imagined that escaping this place only required climbing over.

It could be done that easily.

Jian Yunchen ignored the stunned Jiang Yunhan. He walked around the room, his contempt for Jiang Sheng deepening.

The whole room was desolate, lacking any sign of life. In the dim moonlight, visibility was low.

He walked to the mirror. The cold surface reflected Jian Yunchen’s image.

Jian Yunchen lifted his chin, indifferently eyeing the person in the mirror.

Suddenly, he gave a cold snort and threw the stone in his hand with great force.

A massive crash.

The mirror shattered instantly.

Jiang Yunhan’s breath hitched. He watched Jian Yunchen’s actions in a near daze.

After a while, by the time he regained his senses, Jian Yunchen was already back on the balcony.

He stepped onto the railing, his arched back forming a smooth curve as he prepared to move. The night wind blew against his clothes, outlining his narrow waist.

Jiang Yunhan followed instinctively.

Jian Yunchen turned his head to look at the following Jiang Yunhan. He curled his lip and asked calmly:

“Want to come with me?”

Jian Yunchen pushed open the door and flicked the light switch.

He unfastened his helmet and smoothed back his messy hair.

Jiang Yunhan followed him inside with a sense of novelty, looking around.

Jian Yunchen turned to look at his face. His adrenaline hadn’t cooled down yet. He frowned slightly, looking at Jiang Yunhan’s usual harmless face. His fingertips tightened around the helmet.

Jiang Yunhan is also a lunatic…

He thought to himself.

The two had ridden from the Jiang mansion to Jian Yunchen’s home together. Jiang Yunhan was the one driving.

The motorcycle had sped along as if life didn’t matter.

He withdrew his gaze and said flatly, “Have a seat anywhere.”

Having said that, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Yunhan looked around the living room. The place wasn’t large, but it was very tidy. From the slightly worn everyday items, it was easy to tell that this was where Jian Yunchen had grown up.

Walls that should have been white had turned yellow with age, blurring the colorful “drawings” on the corners.

His gaze was caught by a string of numbers near the balcony.

Jiang Yunhan reached out and touched them. The engraved marks brushed against his fingertips; they were height measurements that kept going up.

A smile spread in his eyes, as if he were looking at the young Jian Yunchen through those marks that barely reached his knees.

“What are you looking at?”

Suddenly, a cold interrogation sounded from behind.

Jiang Yunhan turned around and pointed awkwardly at the wall behind him.

Panicked, he threw out a lie: “I’m looking at the ‘drawings’ you did.”

Jian Yunchen’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

Under Jian Yunchen’s dark expression, Jiang Yunhan silently added: “They’re quite nice… very, uh, artistically creative.”

Jian Yunchen’s face darkened even further.

He put the water glass on the table, said nothing, and turned into the bedroom.

Jiang Yunhan sighed softly and frowned at the crooked lines in the corner.

They really are… quite creative, he thought.

After a moment, Jian Yunchen emerged again carrying a quilt.

Jiang Yunhan stood up hurriedly. “It’s okay, Xiao Chen, I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Jian Yunchen tossed the quilt onto the sofa and looked at him strangely.

“Of course you’re sleeping here. Did you expect me to sleep on the sofa?”

Jiang Yunhan’s smile froze. He awkwardly patted the quilt; the soft fabric sank under his palm and slowly bounced back.

He looked up and beamed at Jian Yunchen. “Thank you, Xiao Chen.”

Jian Yunchen paused in his tracks, saying nothing.

After a long while, he turned and went back to his room.

In the middle of the night, Jian Yunchen stared silently at the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the door, followed by a faint knock and a carefully suppressed voice: “Xiao Chen… are you asleep?”

Jian Yunchen turned his head toward the door but didn’t move.

A long time passed without an answer. Just as Jiang Yunhan was about to leave—

The door opened.

Jian Yunchen leaned against the doorframe, his features hidden in the darkness. “What is it?”

Jiang Yunhan was clutching his pillow, his heart beating a little fast.

“Xiao Chen, I… I can’t really sleep alone. Can I sleep with you?”

Jian Yunchen crossed his arms and stared at him silently. Jiang Yunhan was truly terrible at lying; he said it so awkwardly and tentatively that his inner thoughts were practically written on his face.

He frowned impatiently. His cold expression was hidden in the darkness, making Jiang Yunhan feel bolder.

Jiang Yunhan gripped his pillow tighter. “I accidentally got the quilt wet just now.”

He blinked innocently. “Xiao Chen, the quilt got wet by accident. Can I make do with you for one night?”

Jian Yunchen: “……”

Is he out of his mind?